Ye Chen walked up to the stage, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "The kid is only a shallow learner, if the poem he writes is not in line with your wishes, look at Haihan." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Under the guidance of someone with a heart, the audience responded with a bang: "The poems written by Ye Gongzi must be excellent." ”

Ye Chen moistened his throat, if he wanted to or not, he glanced at Jiang Xiaotong, and then he said: "When you meet, the love is deep, and you hate to meet early." ”

Just two lines of poetry came out, and the applause from the audience rang out, setting off the atmosphere extremely warmly.

Yang Can secretly sneered, Ye Chen led a group of people from the Poetry Society to belittle his poems to worthless.

Now, when I look at his poems, even though they are good, they are not so good, amazing.

Ye Chen continued affectionately: "I know thousands of people, but in the end, it is not the same, one person is good. Sending Yi away, bowing his head and adding troubles. The railings outside the window are broken, and the spring breeze provokes the grass. ”

At the end of a poem, there is a large piece of literary atmosphere, like fog, rising up, in front of Ye Chen, constantly permeating, this poem has reached the point of undercurrent of literary atmosphere.

The people in the audience kept admiring, all of them said that this poem was quite affectionate, and Ye Gongzi deserved to be a man of temperament.

Even the people in the VIP seats praised one after another, even if they didn't give Ye Chen face, they had to give Ye Linshi face.

Ye Chen's choice of this poem is quite thoughtful, but he doesn't particularly care about the grades.

However, seeing the effect so good, he still felt very happy in his heart.

In Ye Chen's popularity and background, even if it is an ordinary poem, the result will not be bad, not to mention that this poem is already good.

The applause and cheers sounded like a tide, and from entering to leaving, Ye Chen's face always had a faint smile.

When Ye Chen passed by Yang Can, he gave him a cold smile, and his smile was full of contempt.

In Ye Chen's heart, suppressing Yang Can was a simple matter, and it was a simple effort.

Yang Can was secretly annoyed in his heart, if he didn't let Ye Chen taste some hardship, it would be too sorry to be full of money.

appeared one after another, the words were very gorgeous, but they didn't produce any visions, and the effect was not as good as Ye Chen's.

More and more people think that there is no suspense in this poetry meeting, and Ye Chen will take the first place.

Jiang Xiaotong appeared, her long hair fluttering, and her every move was as beautiful as her bones, which touched the hearts of many people.

This is a very mysterious girl in the Academy, and everyone is looking forward to what kind of poems she will make.

Jiang Xiaotong said in a clear voice: "The cinnamon is originally in the ice toad, and the roots, buds, branches and leaves are different. Rather be lonely and cold in the Moon Palace, and not fall into the world and provoke the breeze. ”

After a song, a full moon appeared in mid-air, emitting a white light, shining on Jiang Xiaotong.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, Jiang Xiaotong looks more polished and clean like jade, not like a person in the world.

Many people are admiring one after another, their expressions are extremely exaggerated, even if they are not favored by the beauty, it is good to let her take a more look.

Ye Chen had a deep disappointment in his heart, he was a smart person, so he could naturally taste it, Jiang Xiaotong said that he was obviously not qualified enough.

Only Yang Can is left, and everyone has expected that the first name this time will be between Ye Chen and Jiang Xiaotong.

As for Yang Can, he didn't even choose, what kind of good poems can he expect him to make.

"Young Master Yang, you are not on the list, it is up to you to decide whether to give up or not. Chang smiled and said with crooked eyebrows.

In Chang Xiao's opinion, she had a good intention, at least she could avoid Yang Can making a fool of herself in front of everyone.

Lin Shan laughed on the side and said, "Yang Can, if you really have the same level as me, just come out and try it." Dreams still have to be had, what if they come true?"

Yang Can took a deep breath, stepped forward and said, "Then I'll give it a try, if it doesn't work well, please understand." ”

There was a boos in the audience, and many people classified Yang Can as Lin Shan, thinking that the two of them were here to make trouble.

Yang Can pursed his lips and said loudly: "What a coincidence, my poem also has an allusion." ”

The boos in the audience were simply loud, and many people transferred their grievances against Lin Shan to Yang Can.

Yang Can said in a deep voice: "When I met a goose catcher on the road, I saw that he got a goose and killed him. And the puppet of the geese, hovering in the sky and screaming, threw himself to the ground and died. The heart was felt, so I bought it, buried it in the forest, and got acquainted with the stones, called the wild goose hill. This word is called Yanqiu word. ”

The boos couldn't help but get quieter, looking at the preface made by Yang Can, it was completely different from Lin Shan, it was sent by feelings, not moaning without illness.

Of course, this is not Yang Can's personal experience, but when he narrates, he fully understands the mood of the original author, as if he has experienced it himself, and his tone is extremely sad.

A bleak cold wind blew, and many people felt a burst of sadness in their hearts.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of everyone, including Yang Can, a goose catcher with bloody hands, and two poor geese.

Scenes are lifelike, constantly displayed in front of everyone, bringing the atmosphere to the extreme.

Everyone was stunned, the rumored poem was present, but before the poem began, the scenery was rehearsed in front of them, which was also amazing.

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?"

This first line of the poem, suddenly asked, like a thunderbolt, breaking through the air, like a boiling rock, rushing out.

The unique rhythm, under Yang Can's intentional singing, is extremely moving.

One after another, the literary atmosphere surged towards Yang Can, like the tide of the sea, and the momentum was very huge.

Ye Bai's face suddenly turned pale, and it was no accident that Yang Can was able to make "White Snow Song".

"How could this be?" Leng Qian's expression was full of shock, how could he always have good poems every time he met Yang Can.

From Ye Chen down, the faces of a group of people in the poetry club have become extremely gloomy, especially Ye Chen, who saw Yang Can steal the limelight from him, and his heart was full of hatred.

Even Jiang Xiaotong's face changed, and he couldn't help but glance at Yang Can.

"That's the way I want it to end. Liang Yong's expression was full of irrepressible excitement.

Ying Ruyu has always admired Yang Can's poems, and when she heard these two sentences at first glance, she couldn't help but be colorful.

"There are double flyers in the south and the north of the world, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and snow, who is the shadow going to?"

Every word, every sentence, is deeply moving, and it writes the true feelings of the world who depend on each other.

The entire square of the Academy of Letters became silent, and people were deeply shocked.

The more people who experience the hardships of the world, the more delicate and sincere people are, the greater the shock they will be, and people can't help but think of their relatives who are dependent on each other.

"Isn't this just a poem, why does it make me so sad?" Shen Qingfeng wiped the corners of his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

It is as if the literary atmosphere in the entire academy has been absorbed, and everyone is permeated in the literary atmosphere, and when you take a slight breath, you have a feeling of fluttering immortals.

"Such a person has not been invited by the poetry society, are these people's eyes blind?" I don't know who raised such a question.

Then the sound of questioning became heavier and heavier, like a buzzing buzz, forming a one.

"Even such a talent is not recommended, what is his poetry lecturer doing?" questioned one after another.

Ye Bai only felt a burst of heat on his face, and this slap in the face was much more powerful than Lin Shan running on stage alone.

"This poem is so good, I must write it down and enjoy it. Many people have expressed their positions.

"Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

Yang Can continued to chant, singing wildly and crying, composing a poignant and lingering, touching love tragedy.

At the end of the song, in Yang Can's Wen Palace, there was a star of "Yanqiu Ci", which exuded a literary atmosphere in wisps, and it continued to increase.

In comparison, Yang Can's Wenhai is too big, and it is very difficult to advance and reach the realm of literary energy, but once promoted, the power will be even more amazing.

"Well, this poem is enough to control the country, and in time, it may be able to spread all over the world. I will present it to the Holy Monastery and record it. ”

Zheng Zhiwei stood up with excitement in his expression.

Originally, there were some people who wanted to use means to interfere in the final evaluation of this poetry meeting, but after listening to Zheng Zhiwei's words, they couldn't help but be deflated.

You must know that this time Zheng Zhiwei came on behalf of the Holy Academy, and he didn't have enough to rely on, who would dare to go against his will?

"Special envoy, Yang Can also has a poem, magnificent atmosphere, never under this poem. Shen Qingfeng said respectfully.

Zheng Zhiwei had a smile on his face and said loudly: "Since that's the case, hurry up." ”

Yang Can deeply thanked Shen Qingfeng for giving his "White Snow Song" a chance to rehabilitate, and in the past few days, he has been secretly depressed.

Hearing Yang Can's singing, everyone in the audience was stunned, such a poem can be called a classic.

There are still a few people who listened to Yang Can's "White Snow Song" that day, and there are many people, just listening to the poetry club, saying how bad it is.

Now that I have listened to the full version, I want to scold one by one, and I deeply feel that I have been fooled by a group of people in the poetry club.

Ye Chen's group of people were trembling slightly, they wanted to suppress Yang Can and prevent him from participating in the poetry meeting, but they didn't expect that because of this, they achieved Yang Can's fame.

"Okay, a good north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. A good one suddenly came like a night of spring breeze, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed. It's a good Hanhai to dry a hundred zhang of ice, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and ......," Zheng Zhiwei couldn't stop admiring.

The people on and off the stage, each with their favorite sentences, kept chanting repeatedly, and they were all unusually happy.

Even some of Yang Can's opponents have to admire, this kind of talent is simply to the point of jealousy. (To be continued.) )