This topic is not difficult to say, and it is not easy to say that it is simple.

It is not difficult to find that the theme of flowers is not limited to what kind of flowers they are, which means that all flowers can be used to compose poems.

So in terms of the big picture, it's not very difficult.

And the point that it is not so simple is that this is a new question on the spot, and no one knew about it before, so there is no way to think about it in advance.

As a result, the first few people who got the wine glasses hardly had much time to think.

Under such circumstances, he made a seven-character poem.

So it's not that simple. wa❉p.f❊en✩❇❃nfo

Because this is too much of a test of a person's wit and skills.

So at this time, people with poor poetry skills don't want to pull out the jackpot of this one.

Because this first one is the hardest!

At this time, Mo Huaifeng was in such a state of mind, he looked at the wine glass that was coming down the river with Xuan'er, and glanced at You Buyu and Zhong Shuyu opposite.

A mind is muttering in the heart, stopping in front of them, stopping in front of them, don't they want to be in the limelight? Just let them come out enough.

Mo Huaifeng was especially worried about what happened just now, and he couldn't wait for the two of them to make a big fool at the same time.

However, the heavens obviously didn't hear his heart, and after a while, the wine glass stopped first in front of Mo Huaifeng in the pursuit of people's eyes.

Looking at the wine glass that stopped in front of him, Mo Huaifeng was dumbfounded.

Why him??

Just now he wanted to be the first to appear and didn't come, but what does it mean to be here now!!

Feeling the gaze of everyone looking at him at this time, Mo Huaifeng no longer had the joy of being noticed by everyone, and only felt that he was extremely unlucky today.

Composed poems, seven unique poems, seven words and rhythm poems.

What did he do with this time?

At this time, Mo Huaifeng's brain was empty, and he only remembered the excellent poems made by his predecessors.

For example, Liu Yuxi's peony appreciation, the peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom.

But you can't borrow from others.

Mo Huaifeng picked up the wine glass, his brain was still empty and he couldn't think of a word, and finally faced everyone's eyes, he could only blush and laugh and said, "I punished myself with three glasses of wine." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly drank the contents of the cup and poured it again, not daring to face the gaze of those celebrities.

In fact, those celebrities are okay, they don't mean to laugh at a young man, and it's not a shame to not be able to do it in such a short time, but obviously Mo Huaifeng feels that he has lost face.

Zhong Ling, who was sitting opposite, saw this, and the corners of his mouth hooked up.

Mo Huaifeng was quite sensitive at this time, and almost immediately noticed Zhong Ling's smile, he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, thinking hatefully.

What kind of laughter, the first one is that it didn't stop in front of him, stop in front of him, can he do it? He could only punish himself with three glasses of wine, and laughed!

In Mo Huaifeng's resentment, the second glass of wine went down the stream again.

This time the wine glass stopped in front of Mao Wei.

Seeing that it was stopped in front of him, Zhong Ling's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, he must be able to do it.

Sure enough, this poet did not disappoint Zhong Ling.

I saw Mao Wei unhurriedly picking up the wine in the cup and drinking it all, and then opened his mouth to read a seven-law poem.

The spring day is cloudy and cloudy, and the spring sorrow is extremely empty.

I don't know where to blow the flowers, and suddenly there is a lingering fragrance to the Buddha.

The red medicine wind is the first, and the purple ding smoke is wet and gorgeous.

Such as nong self-love empty forest green, embroidered all over the moss money with wall jar.