Standing proudly in front of the poetry seat, Zhou Ruoshui's face was pale, but he was extremely resolute!

Ma Tengyue has rejected her request to compose poetry for the second time, but Zhou Ruoshui just doesn't move.

The entire Shengchun Garden was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Ruoshui's body, some eyes were pity, some eyes were admiration, and more eyes were mockery.

Isn't it enough for the Zhou family to be ugly today? In the end, Zhou Ruoshui even wants to be ugly again?

Ma Tengyue's face turned pale, and he said coldly again: "Student Zhou Ruoshui, the proposition of composing poetry is over at the beginning of the race, do you stand up at this time to break the rules of the poetry club?"

Zhou Ruoshui looked calm, and said word by word: "Master Ma, the rule of the poetry club is that before running a horse to pass on poetry, the presiding master must patrol the venue for a week to confirm that there are no new poems before running a horse to pass on poetry......"

Ma Tengyue's face changed suddenly, and he shouted, "Bold, are you talking to the master?"

Chen Ang, the master who had not spoken, said: "Master Ma, the scholar has poems, the master should be happy, could it be that Master Ma is afraid that Miss Zhou's poems will overshadow Luo Heng?"

Ma Tengyue turned his head angrily, and was about to scold Chen Ang.

With a cough, the old hazy-eyed Wei Fuzi opened his eyes and said lightly: "The pen and ink boy is waiting!"

Wei Fuzi said a word, Ma Tengyue closed his mouth, but he still glared at Chen Ang fiercely, and then stepped back to the side with an angry face.

Zhou Ruoshui didn't wait for the pen and ink boy to come over, she had already walked in front of a few cases, her eyes stared at the white Su Xuan in front of her, her eyes closed slightly, and her expression was very complicated.

After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The pen is filled with ink in the inkstone, and then the wrist is high, and the tip of the pen is gently dotted on the white paper, and the word "crisp" jumps on.

Zhou Ruoshui's pen movement is very slow, and his handwriting is delicate and exquisite, just like his person, and he faintly reveals a lot of elegant atmosphere.

The first sentence: "The rain knows the season!"

Master Chen Angzi suddenly stood up from the chair and leaned over, his eyes glowing with an indescribable look.

The second sentence: "Spring is happening." ”

In the VIP seat, Master Gao Jingwen gently tapped the table, but Sui Long Gongzi next to him had already stood up.

Third sentence......

Zhou Ruoshui didn't put pen to paper for a long time......

Chen Ang was so anxious that his face was covered with sweat, although he knew that he couldn't speak about it, he still couldn't help but say, "Miss Ruoshui...... Third sentence...... Have you figured it out?"

Zhou Ruoshui trembled, turned her head to look at Chen Ang, and saw that Master Chen was already like this, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and simply closed her eyes, and it was a quick book.

"Dive into the night ...... with the wind"

"Good!" Chen Ang shouted.

Sui Long Gongzi immediately rushed over, and then Jingwen Gongzi also stood up and came over, and Ma Tengyue, who was standing on the side, trembled slightly, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

In the last sentence, Zhou Ruoshui's pen is also very fast.

"Moisturizing things silently......"

Chen Ang read this poem, immediately struck the knot and drank again, and then said four or five times in a row...... Then there were tears in his eyes, and he secretly turned his head and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

At this time, the four lines of poetry on the poetry table have come out: "The crisp rain knows the season, the spring is happening, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." ”

When the poet boy on the side chanted these four sentences in a clear voice.

All the soldiers in the audience stood up.

In the side courtyard, all the Zhou family members got up together and almost rushed into the Spring Garden, while the Luo family and other people were stunned one by one.

Although everyone has learned a lot, everyone knows good poetry.

Zhou Ruoshui's poem not only adheres to the proposition of "night rain", but also every sentence is extremely subtle, and what is even more rare is that the poem brings the rain to life.

A spring rain seems to know people's minds, and comes to the world when it is most needed, moistening the earth silently and bringing people the beauty of spring......

As soon as this poem came out, many poems such as "Spring Rain" in front of us today have been reduced to vulgar poetry.

Even the "Rainy Night" by Liu He, a guide poet, seems to be weaker than this poem in terms of meteorology and artistic conception.

Is this really a poem that a bachelor in the water can make?

At the VIP seat, everyone's masters and senior scholars stood up in unison.

Wei Fuzi's hands trembled with excitement, and he almost pulled his neck to shout, just one word: "Ma...... Horse ......"

Two red-brapped horses rushed to the side of the poem, and a knight waved on horseback, copied Su Xuan on the table, then turned the horse's head and rushed out quickly......

At this time, Zhou Ruoshui was surrounded by many scholars and masters, Chen Ang Fuzi personally picked up the pen and wrote the four lines of poetry just now on Su Xuan again, Wei Dafu squeezed in tremblingly, staring at the handwriting on Su Xuan, trembling and gently touching the white paper with his hand, and said for a long time: "This is the pride of Lishui!"

Wei Fuzi made the most authoritative summary for today's poetry meeting in one sentence.

In the side courtyard, Zhou Ruhai and his wife cried, and many servants of the Zhou family almost rushed to the Shengchun Garden.

Butler Cai often held his forehead with his hand, leaned on the wall, and whispered in an unknown voice: "The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes......"

About a stick of incense has passed.

Suddenly, two horses rushed in from outside the Shengchun Hall.

The knight on the horse shouted: "Luo Heng Gongzi's "Spring Rain" has been in the middle of the race, and Wu Biao Gongzi's "Peach and Plum in the Rain" has stopped at the beginning. ”

Master Chen Angzi hurriedly rushed out of the crowd and shouted, "Miss Ruoshui's ......"

As soon as he said a word, he suddenly realized that his God, Miss Ruoshui's poem just now didn't have a title.

The audience was stunned at this moment, and Wei Fuzi suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and the whole person was stunned.

"Quick, go chase back, hurry up ......," Ma Tengyue shouted to the two knights.

The two knights did not dare to slack off, and immediately rushed out.

The audience fell into dead silence.

Wei Fuzi's face was annoyed, and he blamed him for being so excited that he ran away to spread the poem without writing the name of the poem.

What does this make other poets think of the Lishui Poetry Society?

Chen Ang was quite calm, he quickly came to Zhou Ruoshui's side, and said, "Miss Ruoshui, what is the name of this poem?"

Zhou Ruoshui had already returned to his seat at this time, and the poetry seat was surrounded by people, but there was no shadow of her.

Her mind was blank, and her inner feelings were too mixed to express in words.

"This is not my poem...... "As a secondary school student, what a serious sin to plagiarize other people's poems?

But Zhou Ruoshui is faced with this situation, how should she choose in such a critical situation?

Her heart was a little empty, empty, but the shadow of Tang Yu in her mind could not be erased, although her contact with Tang Yu that day was short, but at this time she could remember every detail clearly.

And every detail of that was like a phantom in her mind, a feeling she had never felt before......

Chen Ang asked her three times in a row, but there was no response, and he didn't ask anymore, muttering to himself: "It's the best to call "Rainy Night", which is comparable to Liu Gongzi's song......"

I don't know when, Zheng Meier quietly walked behind Zhou Ruoshui, and she said softly: "Miss, you don't have to be afraid, isn't the surname Tang bad enough for us?"

"Ah......" Zhou Ruoshui turned his head suddenly, staring at Zheng Mei'er with watery eyes, and tears finally slipped down......

"Miss Ruoshui's poem "Untitled" has already run into the middle ......"

"Miss Ruoshui's poem "Untitled" was praised by Dr. Zeng of Wuling No. 1 Middle School, and the four-character ...... of 'wonderful hands and even get'"

Gradually, the Zhou family almost became a racetrack.

All the red bridle horses prepared by the Zhou family this time came in handy.

All kinds of information about Zhou Rushui's poem continued to reach the scene.

The knights had loud voices and red faces, these knights were all the Zhou family's nurses, and they were all excited to see that this time the poetry club's own young lady turned the tide at the last moment.

Dozens of horses relay the message, completely keeping an eye on the flow of the poem.

"Great joy, great joy, Miss Ruoshui's poem "Untitled" began to run high, four horses rushed to the Wuling River in unison, and the horses began to shout......"

The entire Shengchun Garden cheered in unison, and at this time, the Zhou family's home advantage finally began to play a role.

Up and down the Zhou family, up to the master, down to the servants, all of them are full of red faces, if Miss Ruoshui is going to be famous, and she ran into Gaojin, which means that the poems have entered the field of vision of the guide to the talents and masters, and in the future, the Wuling academic community will definitely know the name of Miss Ruoshui.

This is the first poem in the past five years that can run into the high level of the Lishui Poetry Society, and the Zhou family has staged a good show of Jedi turning over today.

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