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Seeing everyone's nervous eyes with a hint of expectation, Zhuge Wenzheng nodded with satisfaction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The moon is silent, the moon is silent, the moon is bright, and people are affectionate. After farewell, lovesickness is like the moon, and the water between the clouds reaches the layer city. This is the first one!"

After Zhuge Wen finished reading, everyone lowered their heads and read it carefully, and even Li Zhan, Zhou Shilin and others couldn't help but nod secretly.

"When Xiangguo-sama was young, he won the championship in every poetry meeting, I don't know how you sound this poem?"

Pan Yuekong looked at Zhou Shilin and asked with a smile.

"Hahaha...... The head of the Fanyue family is polite, if it is a literary talent, the head of the Fanyue family is the real writer! In my opinion, you ask me, could it be that this poem was written by Ling Lang?"

Zhou Shilin's face was also full of smiles.

"Lord Xiangguo said that he laughed, the dog has an arrogant personality, otherwise he would not have been beaten in public! To be honest, there is actually very little ink in his belly, and such a good poem is definitely not something he can write!"

Pan Yuekong glanced at Li Zhan as he spoke, and then fell silent.

"Brother Lin Xiao, you wrote this, right?"

Yun Tian stared at Lin Xiao with a pair of big eyes, hoping to see a clue from his eyes.

"It's not!"

Lin Xiao shook his head.

In an inconspicuous corner of the cabin, a hint of brilliance flashed in Tang Wanru's eyes, and a touch of appreciation appeared on his face.

"The second song, the hook is small, and it chases the Han machine group. The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world. ”

Zhuge Wenzheng picked up a scroll of paper again and read it, and after reading it, he still stood in place with a smile, waiting for everyone to read it.

"This one is more detailed than the first one, but it lacks a certain emotional appeal!"

Li Zhan also said his opinion.

"The style of this poem is quite similar to the poem that Feiyueli won last year, and it is estimated that the author should be him!"

Nodding, Zhou Shilin also analyzed.

"Brother Lin Xiao, you must have written this one, right?"

Yun Tian looked at Lin Xiao again and asked.

"Not either!"

Lin Xiao still smiled and shook her head.

"Yun Tian, don't ask, maybe, he still wrote a few words casually and handed them in!"

Jiang Rumei glanced at Lin Xiao and said.

"Not really!"

Yun pouted.

"Don't you know, Brother Lin Xiao will write poems by himself when he is six years old, and at that time I liked to pester him and let him read poems to me!"

"Six!"

Zhang Ziqian couldn't help but exclaim.

"Really?"

Yan Wuxian also asked with some disbelief.

"Of course it's true! I don't believe you, ask Brother Li Feng!"

"That's true, we were joking at that time, even if he can't cultivate for the rest of his life, he can become a loyal minister of the court through the literary examination!"

seemed to remember what happened when he was a child, and the corners of Li Feng's mouth also showed a smile.

"Freaks are freaks, and you can't judge them by common sense! I now kind of believe that you wrote those four poems!"

Jiang Rumei shook her head a little speechlessly.

Here is the third one. ”

Zhuge Wenzheng picked up a scroll of paper again.

"The smoke in the spring mountains is about to be harvested, and the sky is light and the stars are scarce. The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry before dawn. There are many words, but the love is not over, and I still look back and say: I remember the green Luo skirt, and I pity the grass everywhere. ”

"What a sad word!"

After Zhuge Wen finished reciting, many people's faces showed a trace of sadness.

Nodding secretly, unlike others, Lin Xiao read from the words in addition to another emotion, helpless.

The heart has a feeling, and the mouth has a groan.

The person who can write this poem must be someone who has a deep understanding of parting and helplessness.

"What a delicate man!"

Zhou Qingqing lowered his head and chanted for a while, and then said with admiration on his face.

"You didn't write this poem?"

Ma Yu glanced at Zhou Qingqing with some surprise.

"Of course not, I don't have such delicate emotions!"

Zhou Qingqing smiled and shook his head.

"That's weird......"

In Ma Yu's view, these three poems are all classics, and the second poem should be written by Fei Yueli in terms of style, so one of the remaining two poems must be written by Zhou Qingqing. But this one was not written by Zhou Qingqing, so who will write it?

His face changed slightly, and Ma Yu glanced at Lin Xiao vaguely.

It can't be this kid, right?

Shaking his head slowly, Ma Yu immediately denied his thoughts.

It is impossible to make such a good poem within half a pillar of incense!

"Next is the last one!"

Zhuge glanced around at everyone steadily, and then picked up the last scroll of paper with both hands.

Everyone was puzzled, and Li Zhan and the others also glanced at each other, their faces also full of puzzlement.

Zhuge Wenzheng's appearance looks ...... Seem....... Very religious?

"The old man has been immersed in the mountain of books for half his life, and he thinks that he has some research on poetry and poetry, but for so many years, he can really move my poetry...... Not much!"

Holding the scroll of paper, Zhuge Wenzheng did not rush to read it, but said with emotion on his face like a family.

"Some time ago, the old man was in charge of the enrollment of the Literature Department of the War Dragon Academy, and the exam question at that time was the inscription of a painting given to me......"

Zhuge Wenzheng said that everyone's faces here couldn't help but change.

"Hehehe...... Presumably everyone is already familiar with that song! Such a masterpiece, there is nothing wrong with pursuing it, Lin Xiao's song is the first time in the old man's life that he was really touched, so to speak, since the founding of the Wind and Thunder Empire, it is definitely the best song I have ever seen!"

His face was full of seriousness, and Zhuge Wenzheng did not hesitate to praise Lin Xiao.

Fei Yueli's face changed slightly, and Fanyue Anming and Marven were also gloomy.

"The teacher praised it falsely, Lin Xiao didn't dare to be ashamed!"

Since Zhuge Wenzheng mentioned himself, Lin Xiao also got up and replied.

"There's nothing to dare to do, I'm just telling the truth!"

Zhuge Wen smiled at Lin Xiao, and then glanced around at everyone again.

Li Zhan's heart moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile.

Zhou Shilin's eyebrows raised, and then he glanced at his daughter as if he had thought of something.

"Maybe you wonder why I say so much, but when I finish reading the last work, I think you may be able to understand something!

Slowly spreading out the paper scroll, Zhuge Wenzheng adjusted his emotions.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight, where is Acacia Mingyue Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies long and the light is not enough, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

The old but deep voice slowly stopped, and there was already a dead silence in the cabin.