Seeing that the village owner seemed worried, Lao De had some confidence, and he looked up at the sky, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. Lao De looked at the sky and saw that there was no cloud in the sky, and he said in his heart: "There is no flower in this sky, and he can't make a poem at all." ”

Lao De looked around, and the things around him were counted carefully, but there were too many. He said to himself, "There are so many things around here, how can they be condensed into four lines of poetry?" ”

Lao De's mouth was a little dry, and he took a sip of tea from his teacup. He looked at the teacup in his hand and said to himself, "Where does poetry come from?" ”

Many people looked at Lao De, and one person hugged his arm and said: "It is said that Lao De is knowledgeable, and he opens a private school to teach children. ”

One person put his hands down and said, "I can't see it, the speed of the poem is not necessarily good, and the slow writing of the poem is not necessarily bad." As the so-called slow work produces meticulous work, Lao De does not make poems, and once he makes poems, he will definitely win over the village owner. ”

He who crossed his arms listened, but paid no attention to the man.

Lao De drank tea again and wiped the sweat from his face. He looked around and said to himself, "Where is this poem?" ”

Seeing that Lao De didn't seem to be able to compose poetry, the village owner said: "Lao De, I advise you to give up, so as not to hold back." Although the village owner saw that Lao De didn't seem to be able to write poems, he was also worried that Lao De would make poems.

Lao De looked at the burning incense and said, "There is still a lot of time." ”

Seeing that there was still a lot of time, Lao De's heart relaxed, and he watched the burning incense sticking into the incense burner, and the smoke blew into his nose with the wind. Lao De smelled the smoke of incense and said in his heart, "How can this poem be written?" ”

Lao De didn't know how to make poems, and said in his heart: "Don't panic, settle down first." ”

Lao De picked up the teacup and sipped the tea to relax himself.

After a while, Lao De asked the village owner, "Village master, how is the poem you composed, can you tell me?" ”

The village owner didn't know if Lao De had made a poem, so he asked, "Lao De has made a poem?" ”

Lao De didn't think of a word, he said, "It's almost there." Bi Laode asked: "What is the poem written by the village owner, can you talk about it?" ”

The village owner replied: "You can make the poem first." ”

Seeing that the village owner was reluctant to speak, Lao De's confidence in him was hit again.

Lao De put down the teacup and picked it up again, wanting to take a sip of tea but not wanting to. Lao De looked at the village master and said, "Village master, you only need to tell me how the poem is written." ”

The village owner replied: "The poems I wrote are good, and I have both poems and poems. ”

Lao De listened to it and wanted to give up comparing poems with the village owner. It's not a matter for him to give up when he wants to, it's better to make a poem and compare the poem with the village owner, winning or losing is not important to him.

Lao De said: "Then I will make a poem and compare it with the village owner." ”

When the village owner heard it, he thought Lao De could make a good poem? He looked at Lao De and waited for Lao De to read the poem out.

The village owner waited for Lao De, and he didn't hear Lao De read out the poem for a while.

The village lord asked, "Why don't you read the poem out to me?" ”

Lao De replied: "Don't worry, I haven't written the poem yet." ”

The village lord listened and said, "You haven't written the poem yet?" ”

Lao De replied: "Don't worry, village master, give me some more time." ”

The village owner asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Lao De stretched out his palm towards the village lord and motioned for the village lord not to disturb him.

Lao De thought that the village owner compared poems with himself, incense was burning in the incense burner, and the incense was used as the time limit, and the village owner had the talent to make poems before himself······ Lao De thought of this, and felt that the poem was going to come out?

Lao De stopped and thought about it carefully, and picked up the pen to write, but there was no ink on the pen. Lao De immediately dipped himself in ink, and silently said that he would write the poem on the paper.

Lao De finished writing the poem, picked it up and looked at it, silently said it all over again, felt that something was missing, looked up and down a few times, and knew that there was no poem name. Lao De pondered: "What is the name of this poem?" ”

Lao De said: "It's called 'comparing poems with the village owner'." ”

When the village lord heard this, he asked, "How is the poem made?" ”

Lao De glanced at the village owner and wrote the name of the poem first.

After Lao De finished writing, he picked up the poem and said: "The poem is made, and the name of the poem is also there." ”

The village owner didn't know whether Lao De's poems were good or bad, he said: "I don't know what kind of poems Lao De wrote, can you read them out for everyone to hear?" ”

Lao De put the poem on the table and said, "This, the village master will read it first." ”

The village owner didn't want to read the poem first, and he also knew that Lao De would read it first, and Lao De didn't want to. But no one reads it, how can this poem be known to everyone?

The village lord said: "If you and I don't read out the poem, no one will know, no one will know, how can this poem be compared?" ”

Lao De glanced at the soldiers and pointed out, "Is he a referee?" ”

The village owner replied: "He is the referee of guessing boxing." ”

Lao De said: "Then who is the referee of the poem between you and me?" ”

The village master did not choose who the judge of the poem was, he looked at it and said, "The people gathered are the judges." ”

Lao De glanced at it and asked, "How do they judge?" ”

The village owner glanced at it and replied: "Whoever writes the poems is good or bad, they will decide." ”

Lao De stretched out his head and asked the village owner: "Do they understand poetry?" ”

When the village owner heard what Lao De said, he forgot about it? He said to himself, "They don't know how poetry can be judged. After speaking, he said to himself: "I have to find someone who understands poetry." ”

The village owner said to Lao De: "This referee has to find someone who understands poetry?" ”

Lao De said: "Apart from you and me, who else can understand poetry?" ”

At this time, the man with a long face and a small mouth listened and said, "How about I make a referee for the two of you?" ”

Hearing this, the two looked at the long-faced and small-mouthed man, and the long-faced and small-mouthed man walked out between the village master and Lao De, and said, "I'll be a referee for the two of me, I don't know if the two agree?" ”

One of the people in the crowd said, "Let him be the referee, right?" ”

After this man finished speaking, the others followed: "Let him be the referee!" Let him be the referee!······" The village owner Lao De looked at each other, and Lao De said, "The village master is up to you to decide." ”

Everyone shouted, the village owner was not easy to refuse, and he replied to everyone: "Then this gentleman will be the referee?" ”

One person replied, "Let him be the referee." ”

The village lord said to the long-faced and small-mouthed man: "Then ask this gentleman to be a referee for me and Lao De?" ”

The long-faced and small-mouthed man replied: "Then I'll be tired of being a referee for the two." ”

Lao De, the village owner, hesitated, and replied: "Thank you." ”

The long-faced and small-mouthed man stretched out his hand and said, "Trouble the two of you to give me the poem." ”

Lao De and the village owner picked up the poem and gave it to this man with a long mouth and a small face.

The man with a long mouth and a small face took the poem and read the poems of the village owner and Lao De. This man knew that it was Lao De who had the plaster on his head, and that it was the village owner who was sitting here. He knew that it was because he often came here to watch the excitement, and he knew the old German village owner, but the old German village owner didn't know him.

He knew Lao De because he heard what people on the street said, and he knew the village owner when he came to the village to see the excitement.

The long-faced and small-mouthed man had read the poems of the village lord and Lao De, and admired them more. I didn't think they could really make poems? He couldn't write poems himself, even though he had read dozens of them.

This long-faced and small-mouthed man can't write poems, so he admires the village owner and the old man.