[247, Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky]

Su Qingyun and Lin Qingyin stood side by side, and the water of the Ganjiang River in the distance was mighty and flowing.

The sunset dyes the entire river red, and the birds hover over the water!

This situation is heartbreaking, and the beauty is heartbreaking.

At the poetry meeting, everyone was bustling and staggered, all for profit, all for profit.

But who could have noticed such a beautiful view!

Thinking of this, Su Qingyun smiled contemptuously, in this world, any circle is the same, it is all a good word.

On the side, Lin Qingyin looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him stupidly, and muttered in his mouth:

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky."

Her beautiful face ranged from surprise, to shock, to obsession......

Su Qingyun glanced at it, and the doubts in his heart became even stronger.

This sentence "Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky", if the children have not heard it, it is just that!

But Lin Qingyin is a dignified university lecturer, if she hadn't heard this sentence, she wouldn't be able to say it!

He was just about to open his mouth to ask, but Lin Qingyin suddenly turned his head, bit his red lip and said:

"Teacher Su, you are really different from others."

"Huh? What's different?" Su Qingyun touched her face and looked at her strangely.

Lin Qingyin's little face suddenly turned red, and he said in a mosquito-like voice:

"It's just different, it's a feeling!"

After Lin Qingyin finished speaking, he raised his finger and pointed at the others, and said:

"Like those people are clinging to the powerful, and you're going to stand here and look at the view!"

Su Qingyun smiled bitterly: "Teacher Lin has won the award, but I offended Jia Shen just now, who dares to make friends with me?"

"No!"

Lin Qingyin shook his head and said very seriously:

"Teacher Su, you are humble in your mouth, but you are very arrogant in your heart, with your talent, even if these people take the initiative to talk, you don't bother to be with them!"

"Teacher Lin, you are very good at speculating on people's hearts!"

Su Qingyun smiled slightly, but couldn't help but marvel in her heart, although this girl has few words, she is delicate and good at observing words and feelings.

Lin Qingyin was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Then do you like this?"

After asking, Lin Qingyin immediately regretted it, and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill away, Lin Qingyin, Lin Qingyin, what are you talking nonsense, girls have to be reserved!

Su Qingyun's face was as usual, and he replied, "It's good for girls to be smart, and it's not easy to be deceived."

"Uh-huh!"

Lin Qingyin hung his head, his cheeks seemed to be burned, and he didn't even dare to look at Su Qingyun.

Time passed little by little, and finally, it came to the most important part of the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Club - Wendou.

The host stepped onto the stage and said, "Since ancient times, King Teng's Pavilion has been a place for literati and ink writers, chanting poems against each other, and dancing and writing to make ink."

"Today, all of you are gathered here to emulate the ancients, show your talents, and meet friends with your writings."

After a pause, the host's gaze swept over the guests, and then said:

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Jia Pinglu, vice president of the Literary Association, to come to the stage and write questions for us!"

Suddenly, the scene resounded with warm applause.

Jia Pinglu was dressed in a black Tang suit, wearing sunglasses and a mahogany cane, and slowly walked onto the stage.

"Ahem!"

"Welcome friends, if you can come to the poetry meeting, you don't need to talk about your talent."

"This first question is also very simple, according to legend, Wang Bo, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, once wrote a "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", it is said that this article is known as the first article in the ages, but unfortunately in the dust of history, this splendid article has been lost!"

"Today, there's only a beginning left for this article!"

"Therefore, this year's topic is also very simple, please continue to write this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" in Wang Bo's tone, and restore this first text through the ages!"

As soon as Jia Pinglu said this, he came out

, the audience was shocked!

In the past, the poetry club only wrote ancient poems, but this time, he wrote the preface directly, and it was in Wang Bo's tone, and he continued to write the "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion"!

You know, this is an essay!

骈文, also known as 骈体文, 骈俪文 or 骈偶文.

It originated in the Han Dynasty and prevailed in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

In ancient times, words and sentences were formed into chapters in pairs.

Because it often uses four-character sentences and six-character sentences, it is also called "four-six-liter" or "four-six".

The whole article is mainly composed of double sentences, paying attention to the neatness of the battle and the sonorous rhythm of the voice.

It's already extremely difficult just to conform to the writing norms of the pun script!

It is even more difficult to write well and brilliantly!

What's more, you have to play on the spot and create on the spot!

I'm afraid that there are not many people here who can complete this task!

For a while, everyone present frowned and whispered:

"This year's topic is too difficult, continue to write "The Preface to King Teng's Pavilion", this is not good, but it will be ugly!"

"Yes! This "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is a pun, and the format and rhyme alone are not something that ordinary people can create!"

"Tut-tut, anyway, my level is not enough, which of you has the ability to go up!"

"There are a lot of people in the literary world this year, and there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are good shows to watch!"

When everyone was talking, Jia Shen was already overjoyed, and he looked eager to try.

It turned out that Jia Pinglu had already revealed the exam questions to his daughter Jia Shen before!

This Tengwang Pavilion poetry meeting is to pave the way for Jia Pingluo for his daughter!

The article has been prepared in advance for A!

You only need to memorize it in advance and write it out silently in public!

Not surprisingly, A deep must be the first to be determined!

Then, Jia Shen will be promoted from associate professor to professor!

The next step is to join the Dragon Kingdom Literature Association and become a member.

And Jia Shen has already secretly memorized it, and he is gearing up, just waiting for today, a blockbuster.

"I don't know who will show your talent first?" Jia Pinglu looked at everyone present with a smile.

He asked three times in a row, but no one stood up.

Eventually, he glared at his daughter, Jiashen.

A deeply understood, stood up impatiently, and said loudly:

"Since everyone is unwilling to show their talents first, then it's up to me to throw bricks and lead the way, and if the writing is not good, please give me advice!"

"Not bad, not bad." Jia Pinglu nodded with satisfaction:

"Deeply, then it's up to you to give everyone a start, all of you are academics, even if you don't write well, they won't laugh at you, on the contrary, they can give you some pointers!"

The father and daughter sang and harmonized, and everyone present knew Jia Pinglu's intentions and intended to promote his daughter, and everyone was not easy to say.

On the other side, Su Qingyun is at war in his heart at this moment!

What's the situation?

Continue to write "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" in Wang Bo's tone?

Isn't such a famous article as "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" there? Do you still need to write a sequel?

Who dares to continue to write?

This is the first pun in the ages!

Dog's tail continues to marten, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?

"Isn't it...... Isn't it ......?"

A thought flashed through Su Qingyun's heart, and he almost exclaimed!

"Could it be that the first text of the ages, "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", has been lost in this parallel world?"