Friends always support each other, Tian Youyou couldn't stand Cai Xiaoyu's ridicule of Edamame, she couldn't help but stand up and speak for Edamame:

"Don't always go through old accounts, Cai Xiaoyu! Edamame is no longer the Edamame who can't recite "Song of the Goose", and I bet Edamame is better than all of us now! ”

Only Tian Youyou dares to say this, and Mao Doumao himself will never be able to say it. Tian Youyou's words made Edamame feel cramped, and his two hands swayed in mid-air at a loss.

Cai Xiaoyu caught Edamame's uneasiness and suddenly launched a challenge: "Then let's try!" Da Zhuang and I can't bully you, let's just one-on-one. Ge Dazhuang and Edamame Mao PK, let's take turns to ask questions. ”

Cai Xiaoyu always spoke as fast as a machine gun, and few people in the class could keep up with him.

Before Edamame Mao, Tian Youyou and Tang Duoduo agreed, Cai Xiaoyu dragged Ge Dazhuang up, and he immediately asked:

"It's winter, so let's talk about the poems that have something to do with winter."

Although Ge Dazhuang did not simulate this scene with Cai Xiaoyu, he was also very eager to prove himself.

Ge Dazhuang listened attentively to the question, and then replied eagerly: "I know! There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. This is the plum blossom written by Wang Anshi, there is snow and plum blossoms, it is winter! ”

Ge Dazhuang was very proud after speaking, he jumped on the spot with excitement, and then stood still, holding his breath and waiting for Edamame Mao to take the move.

Edamame Mao didn't plan to play this game with Cai Xiaoyu, but Tian Youyou and Tang Duoduo kept poking him in the spine, so he had to join the fight.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Edamame's voice was light and shallow, and he didn't want to look arrogant and proud, so he said lightly: "I also have snow in this song." This is "Jiang Xue" by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zongyuan. ”

"Cut!" Ge Dazhuang grimaced at Edamame Mao, and he said, "Follow the fart, you learn from me!" ”

Tang Duoduo was a little anxious, he jumped out and said, "Anyway, we answered!" In the next question, everyone should say a poem related to a tree. ”

Tang Duoduo knew that Edamame Mao had just learned Gao Ding's "Village House", and he would definitely be able to answer it, but Ge Dazhuang would not necessarily be able to answer it.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Edamame Mao said: The grass warbler flies in the February sky, and the poplar willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke, Ge Dazhuang immediately said:

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

At this time, Edamame Mao and his party had to look at Ge Dazhuang with admiration, and they exchanged glances with each other, and those eyes were all praising Ge Dazhuang for being good.

When it was Cai Xiaoyu's turn to ask the question, he grabbed Ge Dazhuang and muttered quietly for a while. Obviously, they're working on a winning trick.

Finally, Cai Xiaoyu said: "Next, everyone will say a poem that has something to do with West Lake." Whoever can't say it, even if he loses! ”

Oops, West Lake...... Edamame's brain is stuck.

Seeing that Maodou Mao couldn't answer, Ge Dazhuang and Cai Xiaoyu high-fived excitedly. Cai Xiaoyu waved his hand and said, "Da Zhuang, it's time to show your real skills!" ”

Ge Dazhuang cleared his throat, and he recited: "After all, in the middle of June in West Lake, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. ”