The village lord asked the man to be the referee, and when everyone gathered to see the man take the poem, one of them shouted: "Read the poem out to us, is it better to listen to the village master's work or the old virtue's work?" ”

The long-faced, small-mouthed man with the poem shouted, "I don't need you to shout, I can read it myself." ”

The shouter listened and said, "Oh, this man? ”

The long-faced man who took the poem, ignoring the shouter, shouted, "I will read the poem of the village lord first." After finishing speaking, he stood with the village master's poem and shouted: "Four haves! The blue sky has the sun, and the earth has houses; There were children in the crowd and birds chirping in the trees. After shouting, the long-faced and small-mouthed man said: "This is a poem written by the village owner, and the poem has four names." ”

When they heard this, they still stood there.

I don't know who in the crowd is there chanting: "Blue sky with sun?" Have a house on the earth? Crowd with small children? Birds chirping in the trees? Is this poem about the sun, the house, the children, the birds? ”

At this time, the long-faced and small-mouthed man shouted again: "The poem written by Lao De, the name of the poem is compared with the poem of the village owner." At this time, he coughed down his throat and shouted: "The village master is older than Laode, and the time limit for burning incense; The village owner's poems are fast, and the old German's poems are slow. After shouting, he said: "This is a poem written by Lao De, and the name of the poem is compared with the poem of the village owner." ”

Almost all of the people who gathered to see the excitement were silently reciting the poems written by the village owner and Lao De. Some people say that the poems written by the village owner are good, some people say that the poems written by the old man are wonderful, some people say that the poems written by the village owner and the old man are all good poems, and some people say that the poems written by the village owner and the old man are not poems at all.

For a time, the benevolent and the wise saw the wise, and there were different opinions.

Gather to see the lively talking, the more you talk, the louder the voice, the old German poems are good! The village owner's poem is good! The poems written by Lao De and the village owner are very good! This poem written by Lao De and the village owner is not a poem at all!

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gathered to see the lively noise and shouting, and everyone thought that they were right.

The old village lord sat there and listened to the noise of the crowd. Everyone quarreled about everything, and the village didn't know whether the poems they wrote were good or bad; Everyone was arguing about everything, and Lao De didn't know whether the poems he wrote were good or bad.

I don't know if the poems I wrote are good or bad, but the village owner and Lao De don't know how to be good.

The village lord looked at the man with a long face and a small mouth, and asked, "What are you doing standing here?" ”

The long-faced and small-mouthed man looked at the village lord and replied: "I can stand here and announce the poems written by the two of you, who is good and who is bad." The long-faced, small-mouthed man said and held the poem written by the village lord and Lao De high above his head.

Lao De listened and looked at this person, got up and said, "You come to make a contribution." "Lao De wants to please this person and let this person say that his poems are good.

Seeing that he knew Lao De's intentions, the village owner glanced at the referee, picked up the teacup and said, "The referee has a cup of tea." ”

The referee raised his chin to look at the two of them and asked, "What are you two doing?" ”

Lao De replied: "Don't do anything, please sit down." ”

The village owner replied: "Don't do anything, please have a cup of tea." ”

The long-faced, small-mouthed man frowned at the village owner, Lao De Zou Zou, and said, "You two sit down well." ”

Hearing this, the old German village lord looked at this person and hesitated to sit his buttocks.

Lao De smiled at the long-faced and small-mouthed man, wanting to please the long-faced and small-mouthed man.

The village lord smiled at the long-faced and small-mouthed man, and also wanted to please the long-faced and small-mouthed man.

The long-faced, small-mouthed man glanced at the village lord Lao De, and his expression became serious. He coughed, looked at the poems written by the village owner and Lao De, and saw which of them wrote good poems?

Lao De and the village owner saw that the long-faced and small-mouthed man was reading poetry and looked at him, but they didn't bother him.

The long-faced and small-mouthed man read it a few times and thought that the poems written by the village owner and Lao De were indistinguishable, no matter how good they were. He thought for a moment and looked at the village owner, Lao De, and the others.

When the village owner Lao De saw it, he asked: "Referee, who is good and who is bad in the poems we wrote?" ”

The long-faced and small-mouthed man glanced at them a few times, looked at the poems in his hands and said, "The village lord and Lao De have written these two poems. It's hard to distinguish between the two, and it's hard to compare the high. I judge, the village owner and Lao De, draw! ”

After the long-faced and small-mouthed man finished speaking, he looked at the poems in his hands, and finally put the two poems on the table. He stood there, meaning that the poem between the village lord and the old man had ended.

The village owner, Lao De, looked at this person and said to himself: "Draw? ”

"A draw?" "A draw?" Those who gathered to see the excitement were also talking these two words.

The long-faced and small-mouthed man looked at the village lord Lao De, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he moved his body and prepared to leave.

When the village owner and Lao De saw that this man was leaving, they didn't care about him.

The long-faced and small-mouthed man saw that the village master and Lao De had no expression, so he walked away.

Seeing the referee leaving, he gathered to see the lively people: "This poem is over like this?" ”

This group gathered to see the lively look, is it really over like this? Another person said: "This is the end, the village owner and Lao De, a draw?" ”

No one answered this other person's words, and everyone looked at the village owner, Lao De.

The village lord glanced at the poem that the long-faced, small-mouthed man had put on the table, and he took his own. He also wanted to see Lao De's poems, but he hated Lao De's poems.

Lao De saw that the village owner was looking at his poems, so he took the poems over to prevent the village owner from taking his poems.

Lao De looked at his poem with satisfaction, he glanced at the village owner, and asked the village owner: "Village master, do you say that my poems are good or your poems are good?" ”

The village owner was also reading his own poems, and he looked at Lao De and replied: "Do you say that the poems I wrote are better or the poems you wrote are better?" ”

Lao De also asked himself when he saw the village owner, and he said, "If you want me to say, of course my poems are good." ”

When the village lord heard this, he also said, "Then let me say that the poems you write are not as good as the poems I write." The village lord recited Lao De's poem after speaking: "What I compare poems with you, burn incense for a limited time; My poems are faster than your poems. When the village lord said this, his eyes widened, and he said, "Hey, you yourself say that my poems are better than your poems, and that I write poems faster than yours." ”

Lao De listened to his poem, and when he saw that it was true, he read: "The village master is better than Lao De, and he burns incense for a limited time; The village owner's poems are fast, and the old German's poems are slow. After he finished reading, he read the last two sentences: "The village owner's poems are fast, and the old man's poems are slow?" ”

"The village owner's poems are fast, and the old man's poems are slow?" Lao De read it in his mouth?

Lao De read it in his mouth, put the poem on his lap, and said: "I compare the poem with the village owner, how can I praise the village owner when I make the poem?" ”

Comte interjected: "Lao De is a virtuous person, and he must praise his opponent when he is playing. ”

When Lao De heard this, he felt that Kong De was scolding him and making fun of him. He looked at Conde and had nothing to say.

The village owner laughed and said: "I won this poem, and the referee is not level, so he made a draw?" ”

The village owner said that he had won, but Lao De did not speak. Lao De picked up the poem and glanced at it, and he did praise the village owner. Lao Dexin said: "Count yourself unlucky." How did Bishi praise his opponent? ”

At the end of the poem, Lao De put his hands on his thighs and prepared to get up. Seeing that his daughter-in-law was not there, he had a knee injury and was unable to walk, so he stood up and glanced left and right, and said to Kong De: "Kong De, help me go home?" ”

Kong De looked at the village owner, the village owner promised him to get him food and drink, he hugged his fist and replied: "Please forgive Kong De for not being able to help him, Kong De is hungry in his stomach, and he is still waiting for the village master to get food and drink for me." ”