As mentioned last time, Xue Pu and the little fox heard the sound of Xue Pu's poems coming from the venue above them in the wine cellar.

But the specifics have to start from the beginning.

After the poetry and literature debate began, the poetry and literature confrontation was in full swing in the venue.

Talents from all over the world have their own masterpieces, and they are dazzling.

However, the poetry of the Celestial Empire is very weak.

The third year old seemed to deliberately want to humiliate the poetry of the Celestial Empire, although he held Xue Pu's poems in his hand, he sat upright and rarely spoke.

Miss Ruquan is a person who is determined, and she will post some so-called ancient rhetoric on weekdays, but in fact, they are all things that donkey lips are not right to the horse's mouth, bullshit, and I don't know what to do, but she thinks that she is brilliant and can surpass Li Bai Du Fu.

She proudly took out her sentences with hundreds of thousands of likes on the Internet:

The young Shaohua was drunk and dreamed, and he married a red dress in an instant.

The thunder split the world, and the three lives and the third generation looked at Langjun.

I sighed haggardly, and three thousand obsessed with two itches.

A sword in the palm of your hand to go all over the world, and the horse steps on the rivers and lakes to let me go!!

And so on and so forth, and even the rhyme is not pressed.

Ye Lao kindly corrected and said that poetry has its own rules of poetry, and it should be learned all over again.

Miss Ruquan instead criticized Ye Lao for being blind and conservative, and she invented the "formula poem", which can be used to get the square of the touching point.

It attracted a wide range of discussions from those present.

And Brother Pan Ding didn't understand Chinese, so he was helplessly drinking the water of the contestants, going to the toilet inside and out, and staring at the girls below from time to time.

Master Renzhi is also unusual, only saying that he is only shallow in learning and has no good works.

Sultan Hong, the only veteran cadre who can write poetry, came up with the following works.

The old days are full of flowers.

The kindness of the party is awesome and great, and everyone is willing to laugh haha.

The sun is bright and the west is falling, and the grass is tender and youthful.

It's okay to walk the dog often, and don't bite the doll on a leash.

Although the words are clumsy, the feelings are okay, and the three views are particularly positive, and there is no big fault in the rhythm.

It's just that the sourness of this farmhouse is difficult to evaluate in words.

It seems to have inherited the poetry level of the old man Qianlong Chieftain, which can be called a benchmark for the limerick poetry school.

However, this old cadre is still very complacent, and he has been praised by many peers, secretly praising what an expert!!

The performance of the Celestial Empire is ridiculous and generous, while the rest of the kingdoms are very eye-catching.

Just look at the Japanese players, there is a middle-aged Chinese woman, wearing a cheongsam, with a graceful and elegant posture, and makes a poem:

The red branches are shallow and green, and the deep bell is deep in the stream.

The bright moon blows the spring bamboo, and the cold ape mourns the ink peak.

As soon as the poem came out, it was applauded together, and the scenery was quiet and quiet, which was really a good poem! Refining words and axes really reflects this person's ability to study poetry, and the poems are quite Zen is really a masterpiece!

Who knew that as soon as the Japanese poems fell, the sigh of literary brilliance was not endless, and Nanbang began to enter the poem again.

I saw Wu Gen swaggering out and opening his mouth is a song "Writing in Winter"

The autumn wind blows away the northern city, and the afterglow dyes the red Han River.

The waves are flying and the leaves are falling, and the old man sits idly to fish Xu Bo.

This year, the winter is better than the spring, and the cold clothes are more old than the old one.

After the sacrifice is completed, the predecessors must love the day, and quickly wrap jade dumplings and chop green radishes.

When everyone heard it, it was a good song of seven laws, written on the day of the beginning of winter and the day of the winter clothes festival, the people paid tribute to the ancestors and did not forget to eat the leisurely folk customs of the winter dumplings.

It is just a hint of how much they attach importance to tradition, although it is a Chinese tradition.

The poems of the rest of the countries are put aside for the time being, and the current situation of the Celestial Empire has fallen into an embarrassing situation.

However, what is even more regrettable is that among all the works of the contestants now, they are not as good as the two seven laws when Xue Pu and Wang Xiaoyan gave up the game.

Zhou Yunfeng held Xue Pu's poetic theory, and thought in his heart, how to scold these vassal and elegant literati?

And Chen was three years old, but he secretly observed this immortal poet who did not pass on the scriptures.

Suddenly, Zhou Yunfeng stood up, he looked around the venue, and the host and judges sat in the middle seat.

On the left are the Korean and Japanese countries, and on the right are the Celestial Empire players. Under the central booth stood poetry students from all walks of life.

Everyone's faces were mixed, half of them were full of praise for good poetry and good writing, and the other half was worried about the poetry of the Celestial Empire.

Da Lao Tie held the poetry theory in his hand, and made a total in his heart: "Although I don't understand poetry, I always feel that our momentum is comparable, although I don't think these people are good, but this is a march for the country, and it is a loss of face for our China!" ”

He took a look at the poetry that Xue Pu gave him, how could he refute the three points of reasoning without reason, it was better to talk nonsense for everyone to think of countermeasures.

Zhou Yunfeng immediately jumped onto the stage with an arrow step, a little regretful and wanted to jump back... But with so many pairs of eyes in the audience looking at him, he had no way to retreat.

Ye Lao saw that the young descendants volunteered to help refute the fact that he didn't want to help on the surface, but he had to say it cleverly: "Hahaha, young man, poetry and essays are all based on talent, there is no first in literature, no second in martial arts, if you have any ideas, but it doesn't hurt to say it, no one will blame you." ”

Zhou Yunfeng was very happy and hurriedly bowed to Ye Lao as Xue Pu bowed his hand, but accidentally hugged his left hand with his right hand, it was a funeral, Ye Lao's expression couldn't help but shake up: "This kid seems to have something to say!" ”

Suddenly, he looked at the third year old questioningly, sighed, and shook his head.

When Chen was three years old, he saw Ye Lao's eyes looking at him, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but straighten his waist with an indifferent but natural look.

Ye Lao asked: "Xiaochen, I am a world friend with your family, your poetry is good, and you are almost the first among the younger generations, why don't you say a word today?" ”

"Oh, Ye Lao also knows that I have two families, no, we are world friends, so why are we still frequently looking at outsiders."

Ye Lao said with a smile: "Gentlemen are different, they don't conspire with each other, let alone a despicable villain, in the end, other agencies are too smart, and they mistook Qingqing's life." ”

It is not difficult to hear the smell of gunpowder in the conversation between the two, and Mr. Ye Jialan and Chen's three years old must have a secret.

Da Lao Tie has always dared to think and dare to do, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and said: "In my opinion, the poetry of your Korean and Japanese families is not good!" There is a saying: the poem has six meanings, and the wind crowns its head. There are big and small feelings, true feelings and false feelings. The expression of sentiment is all a cliché, so I won't talk about it.

I've got to talk about your "bones" problem. There is a saying: the text is mainly qi, and this qi is divided into turbidity. And the "bone" of this article is the true meaning of the article, the text carries the Tao, you can't say the content of your article, and it's really fantastical to talk about what kind of rhetoric.

When we write essays and poems, it's like this painter painting birds! Words are the feathers that groom the birds! Although you have a lot of rhetoric, you can't stand up to the content, just like the pheasant who can't fly high, but his backbone is soft! Look at the work of that Japanese player, isn't that it?

Today, the two countries are talking about poetry, you come up with such a vain poem that plays with words, I think it is better to tell the truth, use poetry to say some reason, and say something useful~"

Zhou Yunfeng laughed, adding fuel and vinegar to Xue Pu's poetry. Invisibly, it has improved the status of Sultan Hong Shiwen, which is full of flowers and thousands of purples.

Ye Lao pushed his glasses and appreciated it, and said in his heart that this point of view comes from "Wenxin Carving Dragon", it seems that this young man has not read much.

This Japanese player who wrote a good poem is not angry, she refines the words and concludes this poem, and she has been carving it for a year, and now she is nonsense by Zhou Yunfeng and is worthless in her heart.

Just about to argue: "This..."

Hearing the ridicule of the Celestial Empire players, Han Fang Wu Genzai laughed with joy: "Hahahaha, the Chinese country is really the kingdom of the Celestial Empire, and everything he said is reasonable!" Hahaha, it seems that my southern country is better! ”

Zhou Yunfeng convinced the Japanese players, he was happy in his heart, and Xue Pu's poetry was really useful, and he immediately smiled slightly, it was a good opportunity for me to pretend to be a tiger and eat a pig, but I can't let this stick be proud.

couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he smiled contemptuously: "Tut-tut, I still look down on others!" The small country is still a little literary, what about you? The crow stood on top of the pig, tsk. ”

Wu Genzai looked confused: "Me? How can I, my poems be bad? ”

Zhou Yunfeng said with a smile: "Hahaha, it's all said, this poetry and composition is like painting a bird, and the literary style is the feathers that modify the appearance of this bird." There is no literary talent, empty backbone, this bird is a bald chicken!

It's like if I say that a girl is good-looking, I say that she is as bright as the morning sun and as bright as a hibiscus, or is it good to say that this girl is really handsome?

Look at your poems, tsk tsk, the Japanese side has wind and no bones, your bones and no wind, what other masterpieces! Don't you see that we are teasing you with poetry! ”

"You!?" Wu Genzai looked confused, but after thinking about it carefully, even if the other party was arguing with reason, what he said still made him unable to refute.

Zhou Yunfeng was unforgiving, and read according to Xue Pu's manuscript: "There is a way... How to pronounce this word. Profound! The hammering is firm and difficult to move, and the knot is condensed but not sluggish. You write poems and essays, you practice words! Look at your psalm, have you refined the words? Are you ringing? Da Lao Tie actually didn't know what it meant to refine words, and even recited a "knot" and read it according to Xue Pu's book.

On the contrary, Wu Gen was embarrassed: "Indeed, indeed, recalling that piece of article is indeed not refined, and what does this "knot" mean? Wu Gen couldn't help but think deeply.

Park Bu-sung and the South Korean side really couldn't, so they hurriedly called the captain to return to the team, saving him from being embarrassed in front of the stage.

Chen Haopeng watched Zhou Yunfeng kill all sides in the audience, and he was still in awe in his heart, he was really a ruthless person.

I thought that the Chinese side had the chance to win, but who knew that the three-year-old suddenly sneered and walked to Taichung: "Hmph! Wrong! Brother Zhou, you are talking nonsense! ”