The person in charge of recording the poems can't hold the pen even more tremblingly!

Everyone looked at Yang Guang's eyes with fanaticism.

This poem is exquisite, I don't know how to describe it, how awesome it is.

There are so many scholars that they almost knelt down for Yang Guang.

"When the world is a writer, this anonymous man is a real writer at that time."

"I don't dare to say that there is no one in the future, but there is absolutely no one before!"

I don't know who came up with such a sentence, Li Wei, who was in shock, finally came to his senses and blushed at Yang Guang: "Brother Tai, I accept this poem!" In vain, I have been obsessed with poetry for so many years, and it is difficult to make such a masterpiece. ”

"This is a peerless song that will be talked about even after thousands of years!"

A talented person like Li Wei has long been out of ordinary worldly interests, and for him, as long as he is a person with real talent and learning, he can get his respect.

As for Yang Guang, he is full of reverence and yearning, and does not hesitate to praise himself.

"How is it, the artistic component of this poem, is it very high?" When he was still shocked, Yang Guang's voice sounded in his ears.

"How tall?"

"It's about three or four stories tall."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guang's poetry came up again.

In line with the intention of letting these people who looked down on him before open their eyes, he blurted out another quatrain for the ages in an instant.

"Outside the sword, it was suddenly rumored that the thistle was collected, and the clothes were full of tears when I heard it for the first time."

"But seeing where his wife is worried, he is ecstatic with poems and books."

As soon as the first two sentences of a song [Du Fu's Wenguan Army Collected Henan and Hebei] were recited, countless pairs of eyes shook suddenly, and they all looked up at Yang Guang, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Does he still have poetry to write? He even has poetry to write! ”

More people are just stupid.

Even if Yang Guang hasn't finished reading it, just listening to the first half, he knows that this poem is extraordinary, no less than the first poem he made! Therefore their hearts trembled except for trembling.

"You must indulge in wine when you sing during the day, and return home with youth."

"That is, from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang!"

As the curtain of a poem came to an end, a vivid picture appeared in front of people's eyes, and everything depicted in the poem seemed to be vividly displayed, which was convincing and immersed in it for a long time.

"Husband......

Empress Xiao looked at Yang Guang's back obsessively, she never thought that Yang Guang's attainments in poetry would be so amazing, he was really deep enough in disguise before, how could a woman not want her man to be better than anyone else? At this moment, Yang Guang is like standing on the top of the clouds, and with his own strength, he has suppressed all kinds of scholars in the world!

That invincible demeanor, Queen Xiao was only dizzy, and she was proud to have such a man! Even if he dies for Yang Guang in the future, he is willing.

As for Gonggong Yang beside her, he smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of being noticed by the courtiers if you are so showy?" You must know that you are going out on patrol in micro-service, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end......"

No one doesn't like to be in the limelight, and no one doesn't enjoy the feeling of being in the limelight, Yang Guang is like this at the moment, he doesn't want to stop, and he can't stop.

【Ambition】

【Wangyue】

【Ascending】

In just a few moments, Yang Guang read out at least dozens of poems.

In order to save time, he even deliberately increased the speed of speech, his mouth was like eating a cannon, and the readers present counted one by one, from the initial shock, to the later numbness, and now they are all expressionless.

They no longer know where they are, immersed in the gluttonous feast brought by ancient poems, just listening to it is numb, and Yang Guang, who is introduced to them, is no longer an ordinary person, but a god.

It's a real poet!

Yang Guang's poems crushed everyone's confidence, after tonight, if anyone dares to write poems, they are really getting along with themselves, compared to Yang Guang's poems, they have become nonsense waste.

"Enough is enough, don't read it anymore."

Some people began to kneel on the ground and beg Yang Guang to shut his mouth, they fully believed that if they didn't stop it, Yang Guang would be able to recite poetry all night, this kind of ruthless crushing of literary brilliance was about to collapse, and many people were afraid that they would be downcast from now on, and they would no longer dare to call themselves scholars.

"That's okay, the last one, it's a curtain call."

Yang Guang groaned slightly and recited a song [Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake].

Because, he still remembers, Li Mo once said that he saw the sweeping old monk outside Xishan Temple and got a good song. It is similar to this poem.

"Qiantang Lake Spring Trip!"

"Outside the Gushan Temple, Jia Tingxi, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low."

"A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud."

"The flowers are getting more and more charming, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe."

"I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade."

This poem is also the poem that Yang Guang admires the most.

Moreover, many people seemed to have resonated with him, and as soon as the last word fell, the crowd broke out in deafening applause again, and the voices of shouting "Shixian" came and went.

Ancient people, feudal in thought, all believed that there were gods and demons in the world.

Some of the more irrational ones no longer regard Yang Guang as a mortal.

I just feel that this is the reincarnation of the legendary Wenqu star!

Thinking that when Yang Guang was just emerging before, they still regarded Yang Guang as a villain who was grandstanding, so many people were ashamed and eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, and they didn't dare to look at the latter again.

Yang Guang took all this in and was secretly proud, but he didn't forget Li Wei and turned to look at him.

"Brother Li, what about your most satisfying masterpiece in recent years? I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, but now you can read him out and let me see it for a long time. ”

Li Shi showed a bitter smile, did he still have a face to show his omissions? A song [Qiantang Lake Spring Trip] abused him completely, at this moment, he is like a tasteless after passion, and he doesn't want to be embarrassed anymore.

"No need for brother, Du...... Throw in the towel. ”

He is as open-minded as ever, if he loses, he loses, there is nothing to be embarrassed to admit, he is very calm.

At the same time, he also bowed deeply to Yang Guang, and said with a sincere gaze: "Today, Brother Tai has taught me a good lesson, and I still have many deficiencies in my attainments in poetry. ”

If you can't beat it, you will be cheeky and steal the teacher.

This Li wipe satisfies all the qualities of a prime minister.

If he was too conceited, or too competitive, Yang Guang wouldn't look at him, and he would have to leave when he turned around.

But now, this man, he's going to decide!