The beautiful woman on the stage said into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl's name is Peony." I will preside over this poetry conference. Next, I will come up with a topic, and everyone will write poems around this topic. If anyone's poetry can beat the crowd, you can get the title of Hibiscus Genius! You must know that the title of Furong Genius is the highest honor of literati and inkmen. ”

Peony's gaze looked around the audience: "It's late autumn now, and this poetry conference, everyone will take 'autumn' as the theme." Whoever writes the best poem will win the championship. ”

"I have a poem here!"

When the words fell, I saw a middle-aged fat man, slowly walking out of the crowd and crawling into the ring.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of surprise, and they gathered on this fat man!

As soon as the title is said, the poem is ready? This, that's too fast, isn't it?!

Everyone was curious to hear what poems he could write.

The peony on the stage was also shocked, and said with a light smile: "Then please compose a poem." ”

The fat man nodded, was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "I drank too much in the autumn night, and I woke up this morning and wanted to vomit, although I was in a depressed mood, but I felt a lot of emotion..."

After reading it, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Peony beauty, my poem is very meaningful, is it expected to become the first?" ”

Burst..

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Xi couldn't help but spit out the sugar gourd, and said with a smile: "Haha, childe, this person's poems are so interesting... Is this a limerick, haha. ”

At the same time, there was a lot of laughter all around.

"Oops, I'm happy to die, what kind of broken poem, haha."

"This kid hasn't woken up yet. Still want to take the first place? ”

The peony on the stage also pursed his lips and smiled, and said to the fat man: "This son, please go to the wake up bar first." ”

When the words fell, I saw only two strong men, rushing to the ring, kicking the fat man and kicking him down.

Is this poetry conference a child's play? This fat man is purely here to find trouble, and the two sentences he just read are not even limericks.

This time, no one dared to rush to power.

After a few minutes, finally, a middle-aged man in a robe and a horse coat slowly walked to the stage.

This middle-aged man, with gold-rimmed glasses, looks a little literary at first glance.

"Isn't this Wu Zhi?"

"Wu Zhi, the great writer of Furong City! He's really talented! ”

"Wu Zhi!"

Some of the girls were so excited that they covered their mouths and exclaimed. This Wu Zhi is a well-known genius in the neighborhood. Writing poetry is absolutely top-notch.

The peony in the ring looked Wu Zhi up and down, and said softly: "This gentleman, please compose a poem." ”

"Hmm." Wu Zhi nodded, picked up the microphone, took two steps in the ring, and slowly spoke:

"The sound of wind and snow in autumn, three points into the bones, seven points of moonlight."

"It's hard to say that I am worried, I can't sleep at night, but I don't want to talk about it."

"Wow!"

The voice fell, and the audience exclaimed!

Good poetry, really good poetry! In less than a quarter of an hour, he was able to make such a good poem, this Wu Zhi, his literary skills are really too profound!

With a burst of applause, Wu Zhi smiled, picked up the microphone and asked, "This year's champion, I want it." I accepted the title of Hibiscus Genius. Which brother is not convinced, can overpower my poem? ”

For a time, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience looked at each other. No one dared to come to power.

To be honest, Wu Zhi's poem is really impeccable! No one wants to come to power and bring humiliation on themselves.

"Childe!" At this moment, Xiao Xi pulled Yue Feng's arm: "Childe go up and try it." ”

Before the son, he wrote poems and compared the elders of Wenzong! At today's poetry conference, Xiaoxi really hopes that Gongzi will show his talent again.

Yue Feng didn't want to go up, but looking at Xiao Xi's expectant eyes, he nodded: "Okay!" ”

The words fell, and Yue Feng squeezed into the crowd and stepped into the ring.

"This brother, what are you doing on stage? This is a poetry conference, don't mess around. At this moment, the peony on the stage looked at Yue Feng and said, his face full of displeasure.

This kid, who doesn't look good-looking and wears strange clothes, should be an actor in the movie city. He came to power, he wouldn't be a troublemaker, would he?

Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I didn't make trouble, I want to write poems." I don't call my brother, my name is Yue Feng. ”

What?

This kid wants to write poetry?

Hahaha...

Is this kid too tired to run tricks during the day, and there is something wrong with his brain?

Listening to everyone mocking Yue Feng, Xiao Xi couldn't help but stomp her feet, turned around and shouted: "You are not allowed to laugh at my son-in-law, my son-in-law is very talented, and the poems he writes, you may not be able to compare..."

The peony on the stage also smiled lightly and said, "Okay, this younger brother, then you can compose a poem." But don't blame me for not reminding you, if you're here to cause trouble, the consequences are serious. ”

Yue Feng didn't bother to speak, and when he saw a corner of the ring with a brush, Yue Feng walked over directly, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink.

"This brother, what are you doing with a brush? Put it down! Peony stepped on her high heels and walked up, she had already determined that this kid was here to make trouble.

At this time, there was also a commotion in the audience, and at the triennial poetry conference, someone came to make trouble?

Yue Feng smiled and walked to the stone monument in the ring.

The stele is more than three meters high, and there were originally a few big characters written on it: Poetry Conference, meeting friends with poetry.

Yue Feng held the brush in his hand, waved his big hand, and the brush flew on the stone tablet and wrote a poem!

"What are you doing, someone, someone is making trouble. Someone .." Peony shouted, but immediately after, her voice stopped abruptly!

"This kid... That's a good word. At this time, I only heard a word from the crowd, and I didn't know who came.

I saw that the Yue Feng font was elegant, very ornamental, even if it was a calligraphy master, it was nothing more than that.

When Yue Feng was in school, his family invited a calligraphy master to teach calligraphy.

Although I haven't written for a few years.

But the moment he picked up the pen, Yue Feng suddenly found his senses.

Everyone's eyes moved with Yue Feng's pen! Finally, Yue Feng wrote the entire poem on the stone tablet.

After writing the last word, Yue Feng threw the brush into the ring, then took Xiao Xi's hand and turned to leave!

After Yue Feng left, the eyes of more than 100,000 people present all looked at the stone tablet without blinking!

I saw that on the stone tablet, four sentences were written on the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing!

The peony on the stage, her delicate body trembled, her red lips opened slightly, and she read Yue Feng's poem.

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows."

"Small bridges and flowing water."

"The ancient road west wind thin horse."

"The sun is setting."

"The heartbroken man is at the end of the world!"

As the sun sets, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world!

Wow!

At this moment, the whole city was completely boiling!

Good poetry, a good poem that is unparalleled in the world!

In the whole poem, there is not a single word 'autumn'. But everywhere is autumn, everywhere is autumn wind!

Everyone recited silently repeatedly, constantly recalling this poem, and they were indescribably intoxicated!

Peony only felt that his legs were weak, staring at the stone tablet, unable to say a word for a long time!

"That brother just now... No, what about the great writer Yue Feng just now! Peony stomped his feet anxiously, looked around, where was Yue Feng's figure?

"He seems to be gone."

"That Yue Feng just now is really a poet immortal, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a poet immortal!"

Everyone in the audience erupted into a heated discussion.

Peony bit her lip tightly and walked off the stage in her high heels. No matter what, today I have to find Yue Feng again! The champion of this year's poetry conference is none other than him!

Peony was remorseful, that Yue Feng was clearly a peerless talent, but he called him his younger brother...

"Excuse me, give way." Peony's face was blushing, and he walked through the crowd and searched for Yue Feng all over the city.