"After all, West Lake is in mid-June"

After hearing this, everyone shook their heads and sighed, this sentence is general, there is no bright spot at the beginning, it seems that it is difficult to compare with Liu Ruming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Haoran ignored everyone's gaze and continued: "The scenery is not the same as the four seasons. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, this sentence turned extremely well, it seems that Fang Haoran is so frivolous and indeed talented.

An old man on the side nodded and exclaimed: "The first sentence seems to be abrupt, but in fact it is atmospheric, even people who have never seen the West Lake can experience the beauty of the West Lake in the poet's admiration." ”

"It's just a cliché!" Governor Jiang said disdainfully.

The old man was not afraid of offending the Jiang prefect, and raised his head and retorted: "This sentence seems to blurt out, but it is the most intuitive feeling under the great alarm, so it further strengthens the beauty of the West Lake, I dare to conclude that this poem must be a majestic work!"

Sure enough, Fang Haoran's eyes looked outside, as if he wanted to see through the sky, and his voice suddenly rose: "The Heavenly Lotus Leaf is infinitely green." ”

Rumble!

Everyone was in an uproar, and their faces were shocked. If the first sentence is bland, and the second sentence is just a little bright, then this third sentence is definitely a famous sentence, and a sense of grandeur comes to the face.

"Good sentence!"

The old man shouted: "The two words "receiving the sky and infinity" are grand, highlighting the endless scenery of the lotus leaves, and rendering the magnificence of the heaven and earth, making people seem to see a boundless lotus pond connected with the sky. ”

On the side, Jiang Zhifu was silent when he heard this, and his tight brows showed that he was not calm in his heart. Even if he has prejudices against Fang Haoran and doesn't want to see Fang Haoran rise, he has to admit that this poem is a famous sentence through the ages.

Su Qingyi's beautiful eyes were shining, and she looked at Fang Haoran expectantly, at this time she understood why Fang Haoran refused her help just now, there is such a good poem that can be passed down through the ages, why do you need her help? At the same time, she couldn't help but complain a little in her heart, and said secretly: Since there is such a good poem, why didn't you take it out earlier? It makes me worry about you in vain!

Fang Haoran didn't know what everyone was thinking, he lowered his voice, and slowly read out the last sentence in a melodious voice: "The lotus flowers are different from the sun!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the four seats were silent.

Liu Ruming's breath stagnated, and his face suddenly became pale as paper, in fact, as soon as the third sentence came out, he knew that he was doomed, and the poem he had been conceiving for three days was not even qualified to lift shoes in front of this sentence.

At this time, Liu Ruming suddenly remembered the words of Fang Haoran in the natural residence three days ago: "The article is natural, and the magic hand can get it." ”

Liu Ruming smiled miserably, he had been thinking hard for three days, but he couldn't compare to Fang Haoran's casual work of a cup of tea, isn't it ridiculous?

"Good! What a sun, what a different kind of red!" the old man clapped his hands and shouted, "The lotus also dares to compete with the red sun, what is it if it is not a different kind of red? This sentence is not only a lotus song, but also shows that we and other scholars should be the same as the lotus, do not bow their heads, dare to compete for the glory of the red sun, so as to be unique!"

The old man picked up his wine glass and laughed: "Little Brother Fang is really talented, it is really rare to be able to witness the birth of a good poem through the ages, and he should be a big white!"

The others also came back to their senses at this time, and they all raised their wine glasses to toast Fang Haoran, and the sedan chair carried people, and the words of praise were endless.

Fang Haoran raised his glass in return.

Looking at Fang Haoran, who was in the crowd, Jiang Ruoshui bit his lip stiffly, his eyes were full of complexity and disbelief, and he slowly exhaled a breath after a long time, and said secretly: "Even if you are only a peerless learner, what can you do?" Compared to the King of Jiangyin, you are nothing. ”

Su Qingyi turned his head to look at King Jiangyin, smiled, and said, "Lord Wang, Fang Haoran's poem has been written, please make a conclusion!"

Everyone began to congratulate Fang Haoran, in the eyes of everyone, although Liu Ruming's poem is good, but compared to Fang Haoran, a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages, it is far inferior, and it is clear which wins and who loses.

King Jiangyin's face sank like water, his eyes were full of gloom, and his fingers holding the wine glass were faintly white. In the past, when he saw Su Qingyi's smile, he felt like a spring breeze, but Su Qingyi's smile at the moment was not blooming for him, but smiling for Fang Haoran's happiness, which made him feel extremely annoyed.

The King of Jiangyin slowly spoke, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Gongzi is really a good learner, but he is not bad at Ruming, he is quick to think, he swipes ink into poetry, and he has the style of a poet.

Everyone was stunned and surprised when they heard this, the two poems are very different, this can also be a draw?

Su Qingyi frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "How can the speed of writing poetry be linked to talent?"

The king of Jiangyin smiled and said, "Why not? When the poet became a poem in seven steps, he shocked the world, didn't he also rely on speed to become famous? In my opinion, in the future evaluation of the poetry club, the speed of writing poetry should also be regarded as a criterion. ”

Jiang Zhifu's eyes lit up slightly, and he hurriedly followed: "What the prince said is very true, speed is of course also part of talent, otherwise a person only relies on luck to write a poem in his life, how can he be regarded as talented?"

Su Qingyi frowned and said, "Lord Jiang's words are unfair!"

Governor Jiang laughed and said: "Su family, the poet can only become a poem in seven steps if he has learned people, and Liu Ruming has become a poem with ink, which shows that he is also a talented person, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Su Qingyi was dumbfounded, although she clearly knew that Jiang Zhifu was secretly changing concepts, but she couldn't refute it, otherwise wouldn't she question Shijun's talent?

However, a faint disdainful voice suddenly came from the side, saying: "Seven steps into a poem, isn't it amazing?"

"Presumptuous. ”

Governor Jiang took the case, glared at Fang Haoran angrily, and scolded: "Huangkou Xiaoer, what do you know? You dare to question the poet's seven-step poem, if you have the ability, you can write a poem in seven steps and try it." ”

Everyone also shook their heads, feeling that Fang Haoran was a little arrogant, and he shouldn't question Shijun no matter what.

Liu Ruming rushed to Fang Haoran, looked at each other angrily, and said: "The surname Fang, I admit that my poem is not as good as you, I lost today, but you can't insult my teacher, you must apologize, otherwise I will never give up." ”

"Seven steps into a poem, why is it difficult?"

Fang Haoran smiled disdainfully, picked up the wine jug on the table, raised his head and took a big sip, and said loudly: "The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and it seemed that Fang Haoran was going to compose a poem again!

Fang Haoran took a step forward and read: "If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup." ”

"Okay, what a good one wants to compare West Lake to Xizi, there was a poet in seven steps into a poem, and now there is Fang Haoran into a poem in one step, and Brother Fang will be a celebrity for eternity!" the old man shouted.

Liu Ruming's face changed greatly, and he said unconvinced: "This poem must have been what he just thought, otherwise how could he ......"

"You don't think I can write, do you?"

Fang Haoran glanced at him lightly, raised his head and took another big sip of wine, and said loudly again: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance be closed." ”