"Prince Wang, let's drink again. A red man with a spring on his face and a half-unfurled shirt revealing a touch of crisp+++ chest picked up a wine glass and came towards Wang Meng's arms.

However......

"Get out!" Young Master Wang pushed away the red man who threw himself into his arms. It's hard for Lao Tzu to see this "qi" again, you actually rushed to stop me?

At this time, Wang Meng looked around and found that there were several people whose "qi" was the most different. One of them was Zhou Bo, and I saw that the "qi" on Zhou Bo's head no longer had white impurities, but was red, mixed with a hint of pale yellow gas. There were wisps of black gas on the side. There are so many colors on Bo's head this week, and he is the first among everyone.

Next up is Hu Chuan. I saw that the "qi" on Hu Chuan's head was already red, except for the white on the side. There is a pale yellow gas in the red gas. At this time, Wang Meng took a closer look, only to see that the qi on Hu Chuan's head began to change, and finally seemed to become the style of an armor.

Wang Meng didn't know what to do, so he stood up and looked at the people in the distance. I saw that there were a few Qingqi people playing and singing on the periphery, and the air on their heads was gray and black, which looked extremely terrifying. Although most of the people in the distance had white qi on their heads at this time, there were wisps of red qi appearing, and some of them had already occupied one-tenth of the red qi on their heads.

Just when Wang Meng took the opportunity to "feast his eyes". Many people on the periphery cheered together, and then several people appeared in succession, composing poems on the spot, which attracted the applause of all the lifters.

Suddenly, a lifter shouted: "Brother Song, I heard that you are brilliant in poetry, can you compose a poem at such a grand event today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked towards Song Mo. Song Mo is a rising star in the literary world of Fuzhou, but because of this, Song Mo made hot poems on the spot in several literati events, and he became famous in Fuzhou at once.

At this time, Song Mo sat in a corner with a gloomy face, and immediately stood up when he saw many people looking at him. When I asked, it turned out that I wanted to compose my own poems. Originally, Song Mo was going to postpone it, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that among the many sons, it was just when Wang Meng stood up. As soon as Song Mo saw Wang Meng, the flame in his heart was ignited again, and his thoughts turned in his head, and he had an idea at the moment.

"Song Mo is not talented, you are elevated. But since everyone admired it so much, Song Mo could only be disrespectful. Wait until I think about it......" Song Mo stood up and said after a polite salute.

Seeing Song Mo bow his head and ponder, many people did not urge, knowing that although this poem came casually, to make a good poem, it was necessary to think and think twice. With the addition of Song Mo's poem name, everyone is not in a hurry, and there is a hidden expectation.

The scene fell silent for a moment, except for the gentlemen, the table was still full of people.

"Uh-huh......" After a moment of silence, Song Mo left his table and came to the center of the hall.

At this time, almost everyone stopped their movements and looked at Song Mo, and even the Liao prefect put down their wine glasses and waited for them to listen. Even the gentleman's table was looked at at at this time.

"Contemptible people are not talented, today I will take this 'autumn' as the theme, and make a song for everyone to taste the wine. Song Mo raised his head and saluted.

"Ahem...... Some time ago, I went to the countryside by myself. I felt it at the time, and when everyone mentions it today, I just think about it. ”

As he spoke, Song Mo took a step forward, his hands behind his back, and his head looked up at the sky at ninety degrees...... Uh, it's looking up at the ceiling.

"Heze Wednesday Spring, Cool Autumn Festival.

There is no atmosphere in the dew, and the sky is high and the scenery is clear.

Lingcen towers over the peak, and the distant view is wonderful.

Fangju opens the forest, and the green pine crown rock column.

With this chaste and beautiful posture, Zhuo is a masterpiece under the frost.

Remembering the ghost, a thousand years of caressing.

The inspection was not exhibited, and I was tired of the good month. ”

After a chant, Song Mo still maintained his figure and stood in the center of the hall.

Everyone was still immersed in the "autumn" described by Song Mo, and for a while, the needles in the hall could be heard. As early as when Song Mo began to chant poetry, perhaps the aura was too strong, which infected those gentlemen and brothers, and many of the gentlemen and sons also quieted down when Song Mo began to chant poems, and looked at them together.

At this time, after listening to a poem, although many gentlemen can't say why, they still think that this poem seems to be really good?

"Good!" I don't know who took the lead and cheered.

"Good. ”

"Good!"

"Good ......"

Immediately the applause was endless.

But because Song Mo's poem describing autumn today is very meaningful, and it is completely different from the previous poems about autumn.

Brother Song can go against the bleak sad autumn tradition of his predecessors, but he appreciates its clarity, elegance, and splendor. This poem should be groundbreaking! It will surely be famous through the ages!" One of them stood up at this time, bowed to Song Mochang, and praised without hesitation.

"Yes, yes, yes! This poem is very different from the others, and it is unique!"

The first sentence does not write about the autumn scene, but writes about the spring rain, saying that the rain that has been blended this spring has been continuous, covering the entire spring and March. On the other hand, the comparison between the rainy spring and the crisp autumn makes people feel that the delicate and wonderful autumn colors depicted below are better than the spring light. ”

"The frost of the dew, the blue of the sky. The handsomeness of the mountain peaks, the fragrance of the chrysanthemums in the forest are dazzling, and the green pines stand majestically in rows. It's really immersive!"

"The cold autumn air makes the flowers wither, but the chrysanthemums bloom in the frost and are unique. The autumn wind of slaughter makes all the trees shake and decay, but only the pine trees are lush through the cold and verdant. Sure enough, this Songju is so outstanding, and he deserves to be the master of the frost! Only Brother Song can make such a poem!"

Many people began to discuss and comment on this poem, and all kinds of praises were endless. People have the meaning of praising this poem and Song Mo as contemporary poets.

Song Mo stood in the middle of the scene, secretly proud. This poem from Tao Yuanming is indeed extremely accurate when thrown at this time, hitting the key point with one blow, making his literary reputation even more Feiyang, and making his reputation rise to a higher level again.

When he came to this world, Song Mo found that the poetry system in this world was very withered. There is no such thing as a book that can be passed down for thousands of years, and there is no such thing as a poet who will be famous for thousands of years. Despite this, Song Mo was careful not to copy the poem for the first time.

On the contrary, after reading a lot of unpopular and withered ancient books, he really found some poems by Li Bai and Du Fu, Li Hebai, Juyi, and even Su Shi. This made Song Mo feel shocked in his heart, but he also felt lucky.

However, after another investigation, it was found that the so-called poet immortal Li Bai had become a sword immortal. What kind of saint has Du Fu become. What kind of demon has Bai Juyi become? Nima, this and this...... Why did the painting style suddenly become a fantasy novel?