After laughing, Zong Yun said: "Yes, ten words can be called Jane! The title of the poem also has the word 'spring', and this poem of the cross also has 'spring', which also conforms to the title of the poem, I told you for you." As for 'Qi', please add Brother Yan, and don't forget to read the whole poem at the end, let's listen to it. ”

"Please advise Brother Yan!"

"It's really a soldier who dies for a confidant, one person gives a face, one person reports the poem, admires it, admires it!"

Some people are weird and sarcastic.

Yan Yukong said indifferently: "If you don't learn it, you can't do it!" This poem is a typical palindromic poem, but it is just the first time that this kind of cross palindrome has appeared, and only a person like Fang Yun can create such a strange poem. ”

"Oh?"

After Yan Yukong finished speaking, the audience was silent, and after Yan Yukong said that it was a palindrome poem, many people suddenly realized and stared at the ten words.

The warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring sunny, the dawn and the moon are bright.

Duan Qing slapped the table and said loudly: "I'm really stupid, I'm so stupid that I thought Fang Xusheng hadn't finished writing! Listening to Yan Yukongyi's words, I realized that this is a five-character palindrome poem at all, the first two sentences are read in the middle of the day, and the last two sentences are read backwards!

As he spoke, Duan Qing snorted a few strokes and wrote Fang Yun's ten characters in front and again, forming a palindromic poem.

More than half of the thousands of people who stood up showed shame on their faces, because Yan Yukong and Duan Qing were right, reading it like this, it was indeed the first palindromic poem, which was indeed surprising.

Zhang Zhixing laughed loudly and said, "Fang Yun, this guy, can always surprise people, I knew this was the case, why should I say so much." Just pick up this piece of paper and throw it at Zong Yun's face!"

Zong Yun looked at the ten words quietly, his face changed for a few breaths, and he suddenly sneered, and said, "I admit that ten words can indeed form a palindrome poem, and the first two sentences can even be called good sentences. The yellow warbler cries softly. The breeze plucks the willow trees on the shore like playing a harp, and on a clear spring day, the dawn moon is bright, and the artistic conception is excellent. However, in addition to rhyming, the last two sentences can be called playing the piano indiscriminately! 'Singing warblers on the willow bank' can barely be said, what kind of artistic conception is 'bright moon and dawn and sunny spring'? Compared with the previous sentence, what kind of use can it be except repetition? This sentence is placed here, not insulting the poem. It's insulting a generation of poets! I believe that Fang Xusheng can't compose such a bullshit palindromic poem!"

Duan Qing's cold sweat suddenly fell, indeed, this third sentence is placed here, it is indeed a little bad, it doesn't matter if it is repeated, after all, some of the repetitions in the poem are evocative, but the artistic conception is too poor. It is a taboo in poetry, and the repetition of this artistic conception makes the level of the whole poem plummet. In the notion of the orthodox literati. Poetry first, rhyme second, and even more secondary, many Xiongwen ancient poems don't care about Pingqian or even rhyme, but they are still catchy.

The ancient poems most admired by the famous poets of the human race are ancient style poems. The first is poetic, and the rest is secondary.

Someone immediately chimed in: "Xiao Yueming's meaning is very simple, it is the bright moon in the morning, as long as you get up early, you have seen it." But what kind of demons and monsters are Mingyue and Xiaoqing? Mingyue and Xiaoqing can be listed separately. But with a spring in the back, what kind of demons are dancing?"

Duan Qing's face turned red, and Zhang Zhixing was speechless, indeed, the sentence "Bright Moon and Dawn and Sunny Spring" is really too bad, although it can be reversed by forced explanation, but Zong Yun is right, this kind of poem is really insulting to a generation of poets.

Zhang Zhixing hurriedly looked at Yan Yukong and cast a gaze for help, after all, there were no scholars or great Confucians here, and the ability of these scholars was really limited. Now the only one who can help Fang Yun is Yan Yukong, after all, Yan Yukong is the first person to move, if there is no Fang Yun, I am afraid that he can be the first person of his generation to the first Confucian.

Yan Yukong smiled indifferently and said: "Duan Qing has just entered the Holy Academy, it is just that he can't understand this poem, Zong Yun, you are the best among the old students, you were promoted to Hanlin early, but you can't even distinguish between five words and seven words, where are the books read?

After Yan Yukong finished speaking, he got up and stood with his head held high.

"The warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring clear,

The willows are sunny in spring, and the moon is bright.

Bright moon and bright spring willows,

In the spring of the willow shore, the warbler cries on the willow bank. ”

The audience was silent, and Duan Qing immediately wrote this seven-character poem quickly, and then raised it high with excitement on his face for everyone to see.

Zong Yun looked at this new seven-character poem blankly, which was to put forward the first seven words and the last seven words that were being read into two sentences, and then put the first seven words and the last seven words read backwards into two sentences.

Duan Qing laughed and said, "Sure enough, only Yan Yukong understands Fang Xusheng, and the words are still those ten words, but these seven words are far better than those five words." ”

Zhang Zhixing stroked his palms and laughed: "Five words become seven words, and the whole poem is vivid." ”

Sun Renbing couldn't help but say: "Before, the five words 'Bright Moon and Dawn Spring' were indeed very poor, and even made people scratch their heads, but two words were added to the back, becoming 'Bright Moon and Dawning Spring Willows', as if it was visible in front of me, in the early morning of spring, the sun had not yet appeared, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the willow trees moved lightly, like the spring breeze playing the willow." Good sentence, good sentence!"

Lane is the meaning of playing.

"Alas, Brother Yan is really discerning, and Fang Xusheng is even more miraculous! In this seven-word poem, I am reading 'Willow Lane Spring', and I am reading 'Spring Lane Willow', and I understand it carefully, it is wonderful and wonderful! Although some sentences are repeated, but the artistic conception is not repeated, this alone can be called a strange poem, although it is difficult to control the country, but Mingzhou is not hindered!"

"The wonder of Chinese characters is all here!"

"Beautiful, beautiful!" some readers chanted this poem repeatedly, and they never tired of it.

"Although there are many strange people and strange things in the Spring Festival, strange poems of this level are rare to see in a hundred years!"

Duan Qing said loudly: "I testify that Fang Xusheng wrote these ten words very early, and his talent is quick, and he can be called the first in the world!"

"Under the other party's Void Sacred Heart, please be convinced!" The person who supported Zong Yun before sat down with a red face, his eyes full of admiration.

Zong Yun's chest rose and fell, staring at this new seven-character palindromic poem, but the more he chewed and pondered, the more bitter his mouth became, because this new seven-character poem was indeed a good poem, and it would never insult the name of the poet's ancestor. Moreover, this is the first palindromic poem of this form, which has been sung for a long time, and it is very likely that it will improve its talent and become a town country.

A Zhenguo poem was placed in front of him, but he didn't recognize it, and he thought it was a residual poem, Zongyun would inevitably leave a name in history, and it was a stigma.

Zong Yun only felt that his chest was swollen, and the reader was not afraid of what happened during his lifetime, and he was most afraid that his literary name would be tarnished after death.

The thousands of people who stood up sat down slowly, this time it was really embarrassing, they couldn't see that good poetry was nothing, and they attacked a poet ancestor ignorantly, even they couldn't tolerate it.

A few crisp cracking sounds rang out.

There are cracks in the courage of several people!

Blood slowly spilled from the corners of their mouths, but they gritted their teeth and insisted on sitting where they were.

(To be continued.) )