The plum blossoms in the plum garden are in full bloom, and the literati are in this plum sea, and there is a fragrance coming to their nostrils for a while, and even the wind and snow are a little careless.

On air.

A variety of camera angles show the grand scene of the Yimei Garden, this year's poetry will be held in the Yimei Garden, there is already the sponsorship of the scenic spot, after all, it is a difficult opportunity to win, just like the Olympic Games in the previous life, Qinzhou is rushing to apply for the holding of each poetry meeting, after the completion of this Yimei Garden is absolutely full of visitors!

But the snow is getting heavier.

The air is getting colder and colder, and the plum blossom sea is charming, and everyone can't ask for demeanor or temperature, and they want to enter the hall one by one to avoid the wind and snow.

Arley also came.

Because of that color head, Ah Lei was the last to come in, and he "sneezed" as he walked, after all, he had been drenched in snow outside for five minutes, and even his hair was a little white, and at this time he was wrapped up tightly and wanted to enter the hall, but he was stopped by a voice:

"Wait!"

Arley almost thought he was hallucinating.

Isn't this the line I just called the White Emperor?

Could it be that someone is teasing me? He turned his head angrily to look, only to find that the person who shouted to him turned out to be Yun Lan, the president of the Qinzhou Poetry Association.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Yun Lan stood in front of the hall, covered one of the doors, and then smiled and said: "Just now Mr. A Lei at the door and Teacher Baidi made a joke that gave me inspiration, this hall is warm and spacious, there is wine and snacks to enjoy, but this door is not so easy to enter, each of you needs to chant a poem on the spot before entering the door, there is no problem with near-style poems or ancient poems, but the content needs to be related to this situation, everyone feels good to enter after reading, what do you think?" ”

This is the Poetry Society.

The poetry club is indeed not an official competition, strictly speaking, this is actually a high-end literary salon, but everyone needs to accept different random tests, a bit of a literary friend, the competitive component is not so strong, after all, "civil and military first martial arts have no second", of course, in the end, some of the best in the audience will be decided.

"Good!"

There was no opinion.

Because this exam question is actually very simple, there is snow and plum blossoms here today, all kinds of beautiful scenery, then as long as you write a Yongxue poem or Yongmei poem, this kind of poem to write scenery is the simplest, many people don't even need to create on the spot, usually have accumulated works, take it out directly today, and by the way, you can pretend to be a force, pretending to be the way I created it on the spot, isn't it beautiful?

"Everybody agrees."

Yun Lan saw that everyone was quite excited, and said with a smile: "Then whoever wants to enter should read poetry first, there are four doors in this lobby, I and Teacher Zhao, Teacher Jiang and Teacher Huang each guard a door, most of the area behind me is green ant wine, and behind the other three teachers are realgar wine, Qiongyu wine and Tusu wine, what wine you want to drink today, you can enter from which door." ”

"Why don't I be one step ahead of you?"

Ji Quantai took a step forward and bowed his hand to everyone, "It's just that the mellow fragrance of green ants." ”

Lin Zhibai's teeth were sour, these literati came to the poetry meeting, and their words were all ancient, and even they took him a little into the local customs, and I don't know if they usually talk like this in private, will they occasionally come to a ""?

"Teacher Xiao Ji, please!"

Many literati are modest archers.

Ji Quantai is young, and everyone calls Teacher Xiao Ji.

Probably like Zhou Tai called Lin Zhibai "Lin Xiaoyou".

Ji Quantai walked in front of Yun Lan and said with a smile: "The east wind follows the west wind, and the leaves of the trees are empty. The plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they still hold the new red. ”

"Teacher Xiao Ji is talented!"

As soon as this poem came out, the whole house applauded, what a Yongmei poem!

Even Lin Zhibai nodded secretly, this person is very talented!

Zhou Tai said softly: "Ji Quantai is worthy of being the first person in the young generation of poetry in Qin Zhou, and his poetry level is even inferior to many old-timers. ”

The first poet of the young generation?

Lin Zhibai said in his heart, if it is the first person in the young generation of poetry in Qinzhou, then it is strange that there is no such level of poetry.

"This poem was just written?"

Yun Lan looked at Ji Quantai with some surprise.

Ji Quantai smiled and admitted, I won't tell you, this is one of my works at the bottom of the box, today's poetry meeting, no one can stop me from showing off the audience and becoming famous all over the world!

"Please come in."

Yun Lan stepped out of the way, Ji Quantai bowed to everyone again, and then turned around and entered the lobby, highlighting a chic and handsome person.

And this scene was naturally broadcast live.

Those literati fans climaxed almost instantaneously.

"Awesome!"

"Ji Quantai is too strong!"

"This poem is really good!"

"The key is to create on the spot!"

"Isn't this a hundred times better than the poem of the White Emperor that counts the snow?"

"Emperor Bai and Ji Quantai are the first people of the young generation, and they can't be compared."

"White Emperor, at most, bully and bully Teacher Alei."

See these reviews.

The fans of the White Emperor were speechless.

"If you provoke you, will you compare it to the White Emperor?"

"We didn't say that Ji Quantai's poems are bad!"

"You guys, won't you be able to speak without the White Emperor?"

"The first person of the younger generation is the first person!"

"The White Emperor didn't say that he was the first person of the younger generation."

……

Scene.

One after another, people chanted poems and entered the door.

It's not Yongxue's, it's Yongmei's.

That Ah Lei had been outside for a long time, and now he was shivering from the cold, and hurriedly went over to chant a Yongmei poem, but everyone felt that it was almost meaningless.

"Fix it again!"

"It's a little rougher!"

"Nothing new!"

"It's all a bit of a ramble!"

"One hundred Yongmei poems, ninety-nine capitals are written like you!"

Arei was helpless.

Continue to modify at the door.

Lin Zhibai was not in a hurry to enter the door, quietly admiring the plum blossoms and snow at the door, and did not forget to take pictures with his mobile phone and send them to the family group.

Blackie: (Picture) (Picture) (Picture)

Sister: "It's beautiful! ”

Sister: "Wait, aren't you in the poetry club, why are you still bubbling here?" ”

Mother: "Write poetry!" ”

Dad: "Your mom and I are watching the live broadcast!" ”

Brother: "That poem just now is amazing, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces!" ”

Beside.

Zhou Tai said helplessly: "Why are you still in the mood to take pictures, have you thought about reading any poems for a while?" If it's too mediocre, you'll be applauded! If these people don't like you, they'll find fault! And don't forget, you've already used a snow poem! Are you planning to write a poem this time? ”

"I didn't think about it." Lin Zhibai said.

"Then you don't want to think about it?" Zhou Tai was anxious for him.

"I mean, I didn't think of which one to use." Lin Zhibai said with a smile.

"You won......" I don't know if Lin Zhibai's words are true or false, anyway, Zhou Tai was shown off.

And a little later.

The literati went in one after another.

Seeing that Lin Zhibai was still standing at the door, a literati inside laughed.

"Why didn't he get in?"

"I may not be able to think of good poetry."

"Isn't that one at the door just now very good?"

"I guess the one at the door didn't make it on the spot."

"It should be a work that has been prepared for a long time."

"That Ah Lei is really miserable, he ran into the only bullet of the White Emperor, hahahahahaha."

"In this entrance poem, Ji Quantai's one should be the best in the audience, right?"

"That's natural, but if you compare it with the one that Emperor Bai wrote outside the Yimei Garden, cough, between the two of you."

This is somewhat against his will.

But Ji Quantai's song is indeed of extremely high quality.

And Lin Zhibai saw that there were not many people left outside, so he turned his head to look at Zhou Tai and said, "Go in, what kind of wine do you want to drink?" ”

Zhou Tai said: "Green ant wine? ”

"Okay."

Lin Zhibai nodded and walked in the direction of Yun Lan, but his move instantly attracted all the eyes inside and outside the house, even the big man guarding the other three doors.

"Read it."

Yun Lan looked at Lin Zhibai with a smile: "In view of your previous performance, I will have higher requirements for you than others, if the quality of the work is not enough, don't think about going in for a drink." ”

"Teacher Yun, you're not kind."

Zhou Tai next to him joked: "You can also hear the level of the Yongxue poem that the White Emperor recited at the door, this wave should go directly to the door......"

"No, that one has already been used."

Yun Lan didn't let it go at all, still staring at Lin Zhibai with a smile and said, "It's not easy for you to drink this glass of wine today." ”

"Okay."

Lin Zhibai sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, and suddenly said: "Green ant new brew wine......

Yun Lan was unexpected.

Others are either Yongxue or Yongmei, and even Ji Quantai is the same, but Lin Zhibai does not play cards according to common sense, and starts with the mood of life!

Kind of interesting!

Just because Lin Zhibai didn't choose the simplest Yongxue or Yongmei, Yun Lan was willing to take a look.

Lin Zhibai looked at the literati who were cooking wine behind Yun Lan, and took the opportunity to answer: "Red clay small stove." ”

Inside the house.

The literati looked at the red stove in front of them, their expressions gradually changed, and even their voices gradually disappeared.

"Late in the sky and snow ......"

Lin Zhibai patted the little snow on his shoulder, then pointed to the hall, and said in a brisk tone:

"Can you have a drink?"

Everyone in the hall opened their mouths wide!

The eyes of the literati outside the hall widened!

Zhou Tai was even more agitated, as if he was afraid that someone would not be able to hear it from too far away, and shook his head and repeated in a loud voice:

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? ”

All right.

Now even what I didn't hear clearly just now, this time it is like thunder, Zhou Tai is a big and rough voice, like a small trumpet.

Read it out.

Zhou Tai also tasted it and exclaimed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is wonderful! The best in the show! ”

Best in the game!?

As soon as these four words came out, Ji Quantai's fists clenched suddenly!

And the teachers of the other three sects also quickly focused on Lin Zhibai's body!

Yun Lan was even more breathless!

Written now!

Green ant wine, small red furnace, snow in the sky, can drink a glass of nothing!

This is definitely written now, every sentence is to the extreme, and the last sentence even ridiculed himself!

That's what he wrote!

He writes about the present!

But a poem hanging now, why can the scene be so wonderful, shouldn't this kind of poem be carved repeatedly before it is possible to create it!

Bang la blah.

Yun Lan was stunned!

Everyone was stunned!

It's no accident at the door, this White Emperor really knows how to write poems! ——

ps: Ji Quantai's poem is adapted from Li Gongming's "Early Plum", no way, the filthy white does not have that creative level, you can only use this tricky method, everyone understands, and then the slow pace of this plot is because it is all foreshadowing, what snow, what is cooking wine and poetry, etc., if there is no foreshadowing, the protagonist will be a little embarrassed to read the poem directly, and he said okay This time, we have to adapt to the situation, and we can't let go of ourselves like the paragraph of copying poems in the last book.

(End of chapter)