"Since Lu Jieyuan wants to write poems, then I want to see if you can Mingzhou or Zhenguo!"

Yan Lu said in a deep voice: "But I have to tell you, even if you are lucky enough to become a town in the country, as long as it does not meet the theme of the literary society, you will not be able to compete for the first place." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"There is no need for Brother Zhuangyuan to remind you, Xiaosheng will know. Lu Ming nodded slightly.

Yan Jiangfeng said with a smile: "I am finally fortunate to see the poets of Zhenguo writing poems, today the old man will have a good life, if you can write exquisite poems, let you pick the first prize." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Dongyue's face was happy.

"However, after you write the poem, the old man will also meet you for a while. ”

As soon as Yan Jiangfeng's voice fell, Zhou Dongyue's expression sank slightly, and he thought in his heart: "It seems that Shi Lao finally can't bear it anymore and wants to challenge Lu Jieyuan." ”

"Then ask the poet for advice. ”

Lu Ming walked to the desk and laid out the paper, brewed in place for a while, and said slowly: "I have written a poem "Plum Blossom" in today's literary meeting, if I Yongmei again, it will be monotonous, although Xiaosheng loves Mei, I also love snow, in my heart, Mei and snow can be used to express feelings, Xiaosheng will borrow Xue Yongzhi this time. ”

After speaking, I wrote the title of "To the Snow", and I was confident.

Readers often like the beauty of snow scenes, and very few people will use snow to mingzhi, which is a great test of the technique of writing poetry. ”

"I have read some of Lu Jieyuan's poems, if it is in the literary meeting, most of them are supporting things and words, the last "Plum Blossom" is like this, and the same is true of this Yongxue poem. ”

"I'm really looking forward to it, today's early winter cultural meeting will definitely be worth the trip!"

The reader was full of interest and excitement.

At this time, Lu Ming finally began to write poems, and Zhao Lisong recited them on the side, so that everyone could know the content of the poems.

"When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi. ”

Yan Lu smiled when he saw it: "This is writing that the snowflakes fluttered and flew into the window, watching the green bamboo become as white as white jade, cut, describing the environment at the beginning, can it also be regarded as a support for words?"

"Brother Zhuangyuan, if you can't just look at the beginning, otherwise you will be easily confused by the surface. Fu Yun said solemnly.

"Oh?"

Yan Lu disagreed, "I really don't believe that Lu Xie Yuan can still have a way to turn things around!"

Lu Ming smiled faintly when he heard this, and continued to write: "Now it's good to go up to a high-rise building and cover all the evil roads in the world. ”

After the poem was completed, the talent was extremely active, and Naruto was a superb masterpiece!

"Wonderful!"

Zhou Dongyue said in surprise: "This sentence is really wonderful, writing that the poet climbed the tall building to look into the distance, and he could see that all the treacherous forks in the world were covered by heavy snow, so as to express the feelings and grievances in his heart, and take this as inspiration." ”

"With Xue Mingzhi, looking at today, only Lu Jieyuan can write poems in such an amazing way!"

"Lu Jieyuan's poem becomes Mingzhou, and the top student in the literary pressure will be the first!"

Everyone cheered, and they loved this poem very much, especially the sentence "Now it is good to look at the tall building, covering all the evil roads in the world", which speaks very much about the ambition of countless readers.

"Xiaosheng is ugly. ”

Lu Ming put down the brush, then bowed his hand to everyone, and returned to the table to drink.

The scene burst into applause and was extremely lively.

Fu Yun laughed and said, "Yan Zhuangyuan, now you know what it is to have someone outside the human world, right?"

Yan Lu's face was extremely gloomy, his "Qin Nanxue" was nostalgic, and Lu Ming's "To the Snow" was Mingzhi, although it was also a Mingzhou Yongxue poem, but in comparison, there was an obvious difference between superior and inferior.

Who is better, many readers know at a glance.

"First chip, Lu Ming!First chip, Lu Ming!", everyone shouted loudly.

Yan Lu said unwillingly: "Hmph! You don't want to be complacent too early, the poet has not yet written a poem, and the outcome is still unknown!"

As soon as the words fell, the scene suddenly quieted down, and they cast their eyes at Yan Jiangfeng one by one.

Respect, expectation, admiration, no one's eyes dare to be disrespectful.

Yan Jiangfeng's face was slightly gloomy, and there was a hint of discoloration in his eyes, he didn't expect that Lu Ming's "To the Snow" was so well written.

Not only is the poem Mingzhou, but it is also a matter of words, and it is in line with the content of the literary meeting.

Not to mention in the Liang Kingdom, even if you look at the Seven Kingdoms, there are only a handful of people who can do it.

"Lu Ming is not in vain, if this son is not removed, it will be a big trouble for my Yan family!"

At this moment, Yan Jiangfeng moved a murderous intent in his heart, and his eyes looking at Lu Ming were like turning into a sharp sword.

Lu Ming suddenly had a spirit, subconsciously looked at Yan Jiangfeng, and saw that his eyes were full of fierce energy, and his heart suddenly sank.

"He seems to be trying to kill me. ”

Clever tongue can deceive people, but eyes can never deceive people, because eyes are the windows of the soul, which can reveal all kinds of inner desires and thoughts.

Being looked at with murderous intent by a scholar, Lu Ming felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and if he was not careful, he would become his food.

Inexplicable heart palpitations!

At this moment, Lu Ming's courage trembled slightly, and a mighty power filled his chest, making him fearless.

In an instant, you can strengthen the will of the reader, and you will not be shaken by anything!

"Please teach the poet!", Lu Ming snorted.

Yan Jiangfeng showed a look of surprise on his face, he didn't expect Lu Ming to be afraid of his eyes, so he said: "Since Lu Jieyuan is sincere, the old man will be ugly, but he doesn't dare to give advice." ”

This sentence is very modest, and at the same time, it is also to save face for himself, if he writes poems that are not as good as Lu Ming, he will not be so embarrassed.

Yan Lu said disapprerovingly: "Shi Lao is really too modest, with your talent and learning, it is more than enough to guide Lu Jieyuan." ”

Then he said to Lu Ming: "Lu Jieyuan, the poet's unhesitant teaching has given you a lot of face, with such a good opportunity, you have to study hard!"

"There is no need for Brother Yan to say more, Xiaosheng will cherish it. Lu Ming said.

The scene was suddenly boiling, and it entered a critical moment, and it was also the moment to decide the first prize winner.

If Yan Jiangfeng's poems are one step higher, he can choose the first prize in accordance with the regulations of the Literary Society, and if Lu Ming is lucky to win, then Lu Ming will win the first prize.

"The name of the poet is like thunder, and it is a great honor to finally be able to see him write poems at the literary meeting today. ”

"Although the poet is famous for his Mingzhou poems, and there is no work of Zhenguo, after all, he is also erudite and talented, and he may not lose to Lu Ming. ”

This is extremely true, it is not yet known who will win and who will lose in the first place of competition. ”

At this time, Yan Jiangfeng had already walked to the desk, and after a little brewing, he picked up the pen to write poems, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

After a while, the poem became talented, and produced a talent that was even better than "To the Snow".

Narushu, the pinnacle of excellence!