Wen San glanced at Lintian: "Hmph, see how long you can pretend, wait a minute, if you can't write poetry, I want you to look good"

The Wen family also discussed, "Alas, this is in the sky, usually stupid, how can I be stupid like this today, I usually can't do things well, and I still do poetry, I really don't want to live anymore, and finally broke the jar and broke it."

"I think it's the same, how can I not see it in this day, it's so bold, this is a return to the light, and sooner or later I will die."

"You say, who can win the recommendation qualification of Lord Zhang this time?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the eldest young master, he is older and others, so he naturally learns more," someone replied.

"Hmph, I don't think so, maybe God will open his eyes, and Lin Tian will really be a blockbuster."

"Forget it, others don't know, you don't know yet? Lin Tianping doesn't know anything, let him take the Tongsheng exam, then I can take the top brand of Cuiyun Building as my wife......"

At this time, Lintian didn't care about the discussions of the people below, and thought seriously: "I have never read poetry, but in the memory of my previous life, I have learned a lot, and there are a lot of poems in my memory, so it seems that I have to think about it." Lin Tian frowned.

When I was young, just when people were talking, the boss Wen Yong had already finished writing. Then he looked at his poem with satisfaction, and did not make a sound, but waited for Wen San and Wen Zhi to finish it together. After about half a pillar of incense, Wen San and Wen Zhi were also written, but Wen Xiang was still frowning at this time.

Wen Houde's face softened a little, seeing that the three sons of the Wen family had been completed, and Lintian didn't move a word, he could be regarded as saving face a little, "Hmph, I don't know what to do, when this matter is over, I'll settle accounts with you" Wen Houde thought to himself.

At this time, Mr. Zhang, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, opened his eyes:

"Since the three juniors have completed the poem, let's take it out and take a look, you don't have to wait for others to come together, come on, who will come first?"

At this time, the boss Wen Yong stepped forward: "Wen Yong, the son of the Wen family, is ugly, and today's spring breeze is beautiful, so I attach a poem, please comment, this poem is called 'Spring Thought'"

As he spoke, he lifted the written page and read it out loud:

"The willows under the moon before the flowers, the spring breeze is beautiful"

"When is the drinking song?

After Wen Yong finished reading, Master Zhang did not speak, and only spoke after a while:

"Well, it's worthy of being the son of a literati family, and it's quite talented, this spring breeze is a person, thinking about people at night, well, it's good, you can get the resources of a child!"

"Thank you, sir, for your appreciation!" Fumiyong was very happy.

Mr. Zhang's evaluation is very high, because I have to admit that this Wen Yong is really talented. At this time, the boss was a little excited, and turned his head to look at Lintian proudly.

"Brother Linxian can finish the poem, since you want to wait for the same opportunity as me, you have to hurry up, don't tease everyone, you can't write it, right?"

At this time, Lintian still didn't raise his head, thought seriously, and ignored it.

"Hmph, this is the time for the second brother and the third brother, if you can't write it after the show, you will tease everyone, don't blame us for not being emotional" After speaking, he brushed his sleeves and returned to his position.

Master Zhang didn't say anything, but looked at Wen San and Wen Zhi. Then the two also came up with poems, which were slightly inferior to the boss. But it was also passable, which made Wen Houde happy for a while, since there was not much difference in Mr. Zhang's comments, that is, he admitted that he was expected to be admitted to the Tongsheng examination, so Wen Houde smiled. But then he squinted his eyes and looked at Lintian who was lifting the pen sinisterly.

"This hour has passed, you haven't finished the poem yet, it seems that your play has come to an end, if you don't write now, you will abstain, and I can only serve according to what I just said, the family law has served" Wen Houde said sinisterly, at this time he was also determined to punish Wen Xiang heavily.

Wen San showed a smile, and his heart was extremely happy, "A straw bag is a straw bag, and I want to break in knowing that I can't write poetry, and I want to kill myself!"

"Little brother Lintian, you can write, if you don't write now, I can't give you another chance, and in the end, if you can't write, it's inconvenient for me to meddle in the family affairs of the Wen family!" At this time, Mr. Zhang's voice came, the meaning was very clear, and I couldn't help it if I didn't write it immediately.

Lintian didn't panic, just nodded, indicating that he understood. When I saw the poems of the three sons of the Wen family, I had confidence in my heart, the poems here and the earth are the same, and they also pay attention to rhyme and columns. And so on, I just don't know how the legendary poem carries luck and moves mountains and reclaims the sea. Just when everyone thought that Wen Xiang was waiting for death, it suddenly rained in the sky, and everyone hid under the pavilion to take shelter from the rain.

The continuous spring rain began to fall, wetting everyone's clothes, and some people complained again.

"Alas, bad luck, this straw bag seems to be dead, I know that it is pitiful, God is crying and raining, it seems that my life will not be long"

"There's a good show to watch. ”

Just when the showers fell and people complained, Lintian's eyes lit up, and he began to write on the paper.

"Hey, don't talk about it, look at it, the straw bale is written!"

"Really, he's really started writing poetry, but how much hope can he have, it's not just a blind one, haha"

"Even if it's not nonsense, do you think it can be compared to the eldest young master?"

"Hungry, that shouldn't be beating.

Wen Houde smiled wickedly, and said in his heart: "Hmph, dying and struggling, do you think it is so easy to compose poetry?"

Wen San clenched his fists, somehow had a bad premonition, turned his head to Wen Zhi, Wen Yong said, "Big brother and second brother, this straw bag can't really make poems."

The boss Wen Yong said confidently, "Don't worry, third brother, if this idiot can make poems, I will live in vain, even if I can really make it, it can't be compared with me, a low-level subordinate, you must have the appearance of a subordinate, no matter how much he struggles, he will be a subordinate after all."

"What the eldest brother said was," Wen San didn't speak anymore.

After a few breaths, suddenly the spring breeze hit, the ink fragrance overflowed, as if everyone was intoxicated with the ink fragrance, a burst of comfort, but fleeting, at this time Lord Zhang's eyes suddenly brightened, and the other two adults glanced at each other, and then regained their expressions, because the ink fragrance has not yet dissipated, everyone is enjoying the refreshing feeling, and no one has seen Lord Zhang's actions.

At this time, the voice of Lintian came:

"The three adults laughed, the villain poem became a poem, and when he saw the spring rain attack, he occasionally got the inspiration to write this poem, called "Spring Night Rain", please comment on the three adults" said it and read it aloud with great charm:

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens"

After the first sentence was finished, everyone's eyes lit up, and it seemed to have some meaning, describing that the spring rain seemed to know the arrival of spring, and they were mostly surprised that Lintian could really make a poem, but in the second sentence, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently"

Master Zhang's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Lintian. Then go on to hear:

"The wild trail is dark, and the river boat is bright"

"Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city"

After Lintian finished reading, the people in the entire courtyard were silent, and even the people who didn't understand poetry seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of poetry.

There was silence for a long time......

Master Zhang was the first to break the silence: "Good sentence." A good sneak into the night, silently" Lord Zhang actually took the case, even Wen Houde didn't speak, he could only stare at this poem with wide eyes, it is also a showman, so he must be able to understand the artistic conception of the poem.

Lintian put his mind at ease at this time, and he really sweated before: "This is the poem of 'Du Fu' in the previous life, in that era, but it is like a poet and a saint!"

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