Hua Chen took the poem written by Hua Jin to his eyes and looked at the font carefully......

The shape of this font looks a little strange!

Usually my sister's handwriting is very good-looking, but it's not like this, I don't know what's going on today?

Hua Chen suppressed the doubts in his heart and raised his hand to the work of Zhonghua Brocade, "That's because my sister's poems are long, and this paper is a little narrow, and my sister can only write thinner." ”

He looked at his uncle unhappily and complained, "Let's compete, why can't we even prepare enough paper?" "Quite a few people say that my sister can't do it if she is not good.

Hua Chen's words and deeds, including the mental activities just now, Hua Jin naturally did not fall in his eyes at all.

Regarding his brother's behavior of protecting the calf, Hua Jin suddenly felt warm in his heart, so the problem came, my brother didn't see that this was Song Huizong's thin character at all.

I really don't know if this exam question is a little difficult for the science and engineering man, so I can only continue to test it.

"Wow! My sister's poems are so good! Hua Chen adhered to the principle that his sister is good at everything, and praised: "It's really a rare masterpiece." ”

Then I remembered the poem written by Hua Jinti, "It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds." When he finished reading the first sentence, he didn't forget to echo it: "It's really a good poem!" ”

Hua Chen's first sentence made everyone feel amazed, and their eyes were fixed on him, waiting for him to continue reading.

Hua Chen was a little proud when he read it again, so he started from the beginning: "It is as white as snow on the mountain, and it is as bright as the moon among the clouds." Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable. The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is he! Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives! ”

After reading it, he slapped the paper in front of the little uncle, "I said that my sister wrote a good poem." ”

This shot pulled everyone's minds back.

"Good poetry!" Without waiting for the little uncle to answer, Song Junming first stood up and said, "The fifth girl really made a masterpiece!" ”

Yan Yuke secretly lowered his head.

"It's good poetry!" The little uncle pinched his chin and looked at Hua Jin, "This ghost girl is not only clever, but also quite talented." After speaking, he gave a thumbs up to Hua Jin.

Even the corners of my sister's mouth were covered with a proud smile that was my sister.

Hua Chen was still not satisfied, and raised the poems composed by Hua Jin in front of Fei, "Brother Chu, do you think it's good?" ”

Is it okay to be so flamboyant?

Hua Jin then fell on Fei, only to see his long fingers gently tapping the piece of paper in front of him, as if thoughtful.

Hearing Hua Chen's change of him, he raised a pair of dark eyes like a deep pool, and only echoed, "Good poetry!" ”

Hua Jin didn't care what Fei was thinking at this time, and his eyes continued to look at his brother and didn't let go of every change in his expression.

He hadn't heard the poem?

The sentence "Wishing to win a person's heart" is inseparable, and it has also been compiled into the lyrics, isn't there a song called "Wishing to Win a Heart"?

Didn't my brother hear about it, or was her guess wrong?

At this time, Hua Jin just wanted to see what was written on his brother's paper, so he said: "Don't talk about my sister's poems, why don't you let everyone see my brother's poems?" ”

"Yes!" The little uncle picked up the piece of paper on his brother's desk.

"Let's look at my uncle first." Almost at the same time, the elder brother also picked up the poems written by the younger uncle.

The two looked at each other.

Hua Jin felt his heart beat a little restlessly.

The elder brother read his uncle's short poem first, he has never liked to read, and he can only be regarded as decent.

When he arrived at his uncle, he cleared his throat and read out the name of the poem in a long voice, "Wangyue." ”

"Wangyue"?

Du Fu's "Wangyue"?

The famous Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu never appeared in this era.

Hua Jin's eyes widened and he looked at his brother......

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

The "Wangyue" in her uncle's mouth seemed to float farther and farther away in her ears.

My brother is really from the same world as her, so gentle, careful and considerate, and her brother who is centered on her in everything.

The doubts in her heart have been best verified, but nothing has changed, and she only feels more down-to-earth in her heart.

"Another good poem for today! Unexpectedly, my little nephew and niece are both masters of poetry, and they have not failed to live up to my diligent teaching as an uncle. ”

The little uncle's words interrupted Hua Jin's thoughts.

As soon as his brazen words came out, even the sister sitting next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But no one cared about him.

"I don't think the poems written by Brother Chu and Brother Song will be bad." Hua Chen had already stepped forward to put away their works.

Song Junming smiled lightly: "I didn't compose poems, and I silently wrote the articles written in the palace exam, I don't know if this is lazy?" ”

"Show us the articles that the emperor has praised and can win the top prize, that is our eyes, of course, it is not lazy."

The little uncle showed Yan Shaoning's article to everyone, and the words sprinkled with joy were just like him, chic and dignified, not to mention that he was so beautiful when he laughed, which seemed to add a bit of brilliance to his words.

"Let's take a look at Brother Chu's again." The elder brother spread out the piece of paper with Fei's poem in front of everyone.

Let's not talk about the poem, the font with the vigorous stroke alone is enough to shock.

It turned out that Fei's words were written so magnificently, which Hua Jin didn't expect.

Looking at the poems again, it is similar to Du Fu's "Wangyue" that my brother silently came out.

I thought he would only pretend to be cool and dance with knives and guns, but I didn't expect that he would be the same when it comes to elegance.

I saw my brother blink in front of him, look at the font in front of him like pine and cypress, and look at Fei's engraved face, "I didn't expect Brother Chu to be so powerful, even ...... poetry"

"Yes, I didn't expect Brother Chu to be so good at even composing poems." The little uncle interrupted his words without waiting for his brother to finish, and turned to look at Fei with loveless eyes, "Brother Chu, do you have to be very good at composing poetry to be a general?" ”

The expression on Fei's face was still faint, and he shook his head slightly, "It's not necessary." ”

"Then why is Brother Chu so good at composing poems?"

Hua Jin thought that his quiet temperament would definitely not say anything to his little uncle.

didn't want him to raise his eyes and look at everyone, and explained very cooperatively: "I grew up next to the first emperor before I was five years old, and the first emperor loved poetry, so I read a lot by his side. ”

Although his expression did not change, his words revealed admiration and deep longing for the emperor.