"Old poet, why do you want to be like this? Aren't you afraid that you won't be embarrassed and can't afford to lose, so you tore up your poems?", Zhou Dongyue said angrily. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you think that your poems are not as good as "Looking at the End of the South Yuxue", then you shouldn't do this kind of thing, you are destroying your literary name!"

"If you can face it calmly, even if you ...... We don't blame you for your shortcomings, but you ......"

It is difficult for many readers to accept such a fact, after all, they admire Yan Jiangfeng very much, and they are very sad to see Yan Jiangfeng so extreme.

Yan Jiangfeng didn't speak, but looked at Lu Ming and asked, "Lu Jieyuan, can you give me this poem?"

Lu Ming's face changed slightly, and he didn't understand what he meant, but he still nodded lightly, "If the poet likes to take it, it's it." ”

Yan Jiangfeng immediately put away "Looking at the Aftersnow in the South", and then wrote a poem on the case and gently pressed it with a paperweight.

"Shi Lao, you are ......"

"Needless to say, the old man of the Wenhui is convinced!"

Yan Jiangfeng's expression was complicated, he bowed his hand to Lu Ming, and continued: "But the old man will not give up, one day, the old man will return today's humiliation tenfold, you are so self-conscious, the next time we meet, the old man will no longer be so polite to you!"

After speaking, he waved his sleeves, put away his "Zhongnan Yuxue Tu", and left the Wenhui in full view of everyone.

"This ...... What does that mean?"

"Why is Shi Lao's expression so complicated?"

"Could it be that I have been hit and dare not show my literary talents at the literary meeting?"

The crowd was puzzled and displeased.

Zhao Lisong walked over and picked up the poem written by Yan Jiangfeng, and read it while reading: "The young phoenix of the Lu family, soaring in the sky, and the birds collecting their wings, dare not submit an article." ”

After the voice was spoken, the audience was silent, and only the cold wind outside the window could be heard.

"Poet ......"

Zhao Lisong sighed softly, the old poet thought that his literary talent was not as good as Lu Ming, and he was already convinced of him, and he had no shame to continue the literary meeting, so he left this poem to escape.

Countless people sighed for Yan Jiangfeng, and some people were unhappy, but more people were extremely happy.

Although Yan Jiangfeng is ashamed of himself, there is also one thing worth being excited about, that is, the human race is improving!

Zhou Dongyue's face was ashamed, but he quickly returned to normal.

Zhao Lisong announced: "I announce that Lu Ming has won the second prize. ”

After the words were spoken, the audience burst into applause.

"Thank you, I agreed. ”

Lu Ming didn't cheer, let alone be complacent, and with the same calmness as always, he selected Zhou Dongyue's bachelor's Wenbao and put it into his own bag.

At this time, Fu Yun said jokingly: "Lu Jieyuan, you have already won two lottery heads, but you can't continue to write poems, otherwise you won't have our share." ”

"Haha......"

Everyone laughed one after another, swept away the previous atmosphere at once, and returned to the state.

"Since Brother Fu said so, then I will give you the opportunity, I am also tired, so I will simply go to the side to enjoy the plums. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he walked towards the corridor and admired the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Zhao Lisong continued: "The third fundraising meeting starts now, and the theme of this fundraising is ......"

......

The literary meeting of Xuemei Building continued, and many readers enthusiastically participated, which was very lively.

In order to compete for the lottery, they all racked their brains and tried to write wonderful poems, but most of them were not recognized by everyone.

Before you know it, it's getting late, and it's sunset.

Snowflakes floated in the sky and fell on the plum blossoms all over the courtyard, finally adding a different beauty to Xuemei Building.

At this moment, Zhao Lisong suddenly said: "Today's meeting is coming to an end, and I believe that everyone is reluctant to give up on the meeting, so how about this? Let's invite a reader to write a curtain call poem to end today's meeting." ”

"Good!"

A scholar shouted: "Lu Jieyuan hasn't written a poem for half a day, I see the last poem of this literary club, let him write it." ”

"That's fine!", everyone nodded.

Zhao Lisong had no choice but to say: "Please ask Lu Jieyuan to write a poem to give today's literary meeting a perfect ending." ”

"When Xiao Sheng saw that the sky was snowing, he suddenly had the inspiration for a poem, and it should be the most suitable for me to write the last poem. ”

Lu Ming smiled and walked back to the center of the venue.

Everyone moved closer to Lu Ming, everyone's eyes were fixed on the page on his desk, after all, it was the last poem, and everyone's expectations were even higher than before.

Lu Ming wrote the title of "Snow Plum", and then began to write the first sentence: "There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity." ”

Fu Yun saw it and said: "Indeed, there is no snow in the daytime, and there is indeed a lack of a certain atmosphere, isn't this poem Lu Jieyuan sighing again?"

"I don't think so. ”

Zhou Dongyue shook his head and continued: "Lu Ming's writing of poetry has always been unfathomable, and I have never seen anyone who can guess the end. ”

Everyone was speechless and had to continue to pay attention.

"Sunset poems are full of snow and ......"

Lu Ming dipped it in ink, and then said in one go: "Make a very spring with Mei." ”

"Wonderful!", Zhao Lisong couldn't help but praise.

"Wonderful!"

"Perfect!"

"This is simply the most perfect curtain call poem at the literary meeting!"

Everyone was amazed, and there was a burst of warm applause, like waves one after another, which lasted for a long time.

Lu Ming put down the brush and said to everyone: "Xiaosheng is ugly!"

Zhao Lisong said loudly: "I announce that the Xuemei Lou Early Winter Literary Conference has been successfully concluded, thank you for your participation!"

After the words were spoken, many readers left Xuemei Building one after another, talking and laughing, and they were all satisfied.

Lu Ming and Zhou Dongyue followed the crowd to the downstairs, Fu Yun came with his friends, and said with a smile: "The Wenhui is over, it's time for me to say goodbye, Lu Jieyuan, we will return to Fengguo early tomorrow morning, and we will have a period later." ”

"Brother Fu, don't you plan to stay a few more days when you go back so soon?"

"There is no banquet in the world that will never be dissolved, not to mention that we will meet again in the future. ”

"Then please take care, there will be a period later!"

The two said goodbye, and they were both reluctant, but they still parted ways.

Zhou Dongyue said: "Today's literary meeting is simply wonderful, and I am looking forward to seeing you write poems and lyrics again at the next literary meeting." ”

Lu Ming smiled slightly, then took out the scholar's treasure and handed it over and said, "This is the adult's treasure, and the little student is fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

Zhou Dongyue didn't take it, but said with a smile: "You are more qualified to have it than me, in comparison, it is a waste to put this set of Wenbao here." ”

"My current academic rank is too low, and the university scholar Wenbao is like chicken ribs to me, so you should accept it. ”

"If you don't need it now, you will use it later. ”

Zhou Dongyue laughed and left after speaking, very freely.