Zhou Dagu's closed eyes suddenly opened.

In the eyes of others, he is conceiving, only he knows, but it is just for the accuracy of copying.

Poetry passes through the brain, travels to the nerves, and converges at the fingertips.

The pen moves!

The talent instantly rose to a height of nine inches.

In the dazzling golden light, the Caixian Confucian Temple, which was shrouded in the early morning, rang a bell.

Next to the county school, dilapidated low house.

The sleeping naughty teenager opened his eyes on the bed at the moment: "This month, four times!" ”

He didn't feel it at all, and the enlightened aura that had originally dispersed in his body was even more condensed at this moment.

Talented poetry, the town of literature temple bell.

When the bell rings, the spirit rises.

Inside and outside the riverside pavilion.

Before people can read the original sentence of the poem, it is already clear that this poem is out of the county!

Guo Xianling, who was the closest, was shocked, and he gathered his talent in his eyes, and clearly saw that Zhou Dagu only wrote one sentence!

What a poet!

"Half smoke and half rain by the river pavilion!"

The fog in the early morning has not completely dissipated, and after the wet fog recedes, it seems like a rain that has really fallen on the earth.

The golden talent is dissipated.

People inside and outside the riverside pavilion twitched their noses as if they could smell the fragrance of flowers.

County Lieutenant Zhang pointed to the hanging willows outside, and was about to shout loudly.

Master Zhang knew that his cousin's voice was loud, and he stepped up to cover his mouth: "Shut up!" ”

Zhang Zhushu also wanted to reprimand, but who expected to look in the direction of his gaze, and saw countless flowers blooming on the branches: "Apricot blossoms and peach blossoms?" ”

"Vision? Dafu poem?! ”

"That's it...... One sentence and the house? "Master Zhang has joys and sorrows.

He stuffed the poems in his sleeve into it.

I was in a good mood last night, and I wrote a poem out of the county unexpectedly.

This is not, Hou Gongzi's kind of hairy county poems, the county poems written by Zhang Zhushu, the poetry talent is instantly nine inches high.

After he finishes writing, he only lacks a trace of talent, and he can reach the top and become a Dafu poem.

Master Zhang's book originally wanted to show off in front of people, and took advantage of Zhou Dagu's mouth to spread it in front of everyone, in order to increase his talent.

In history, there are many poems in themselves, which were written out of the county and Dafu, but they can be praised by others, and their talents continue to increase and they are promoted to the next level.

This is a common thing in context.

Master Zhang's hands were put together.

Zhang Xianwei saw his brother's crampedness: "Brother, you are not!" ”

Zhang Zhushu hugged his brother, sealed his mouth, and saved his old face.

I really don't dare to be ugly anymore!

Zhang County Lieutenant is a vulgar martial artist, and he broke free from Master Zhang's arms in two clicks, and he wanted to say more, but suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers around him, and his mood was inexplicably lightened.

"What does it smell like?"

Inside and outside the riverside pavilion, people were surprised by each other, looking left and right, but found that wild flowers everywhere were also blooming with apricot blossoms and peach blossoms.

Zhu Fuzi is a little strange, the world hates the bitterness of parting, why is the meaning of parting infinite in the poem?

He lowered his head, looked through the golden talent, and saw the font on the paper: "It has indeed made a lot of progress, and the recent practice of calligraphy has had some effect." ”

He didn't know, but Zhou Da didn't pretend.

In his previous life, he liked to drink tea and practice calligraphy.

It's not his hobby, it's the hobby of those who need him to stutter.

Zhu Fuzi frowned, and read softly: "Ying Xing Ying Taoshan Road." ”

He raised his head and looked at the mountain in front of the official road, which was the last separation zone after the Yumen Pass.

But it is also the most important reason for the loss of Cai County's cultural context.

On the mountain road that should be grassy, two flowers bloomed.

Since he came to Cai County, he has tried many times, but he has never seen the fruits on both sides of the road delicious.

It is expected that after being nourished by poetry, when the fruit is born, the children who come to pick the fruit will no longer spit it out.

Zhu Fuzi looked up, but found that everyone present seemed to be controlled, with different expressions on their faces, including sadness, regret, and happiness.

People in the world know more about the pain of parting, but they don't know that the joy of reunion is better than everything.

Zhou Dagu put away his pen and looked up at the people around him.

He bent over, waved his hand to Zhu Fuzi, turned and drove the carriage away.

The people around him are still intoxicated by the artistic conception depicted in the poems.

The sound of the horse bell woke up Guo Xianling, and he restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he just remembered.

He looked up and looked into the distance, where Zhou Dagu stood on the carriage and waved at him.

"Zhou Mingzhou!" Guo Xian Ling screamed and woke up the others.

The people inside and outside the riverside pavilion looked down at the desk.

"What about Zhou Mingzhou?"

"Just now, aren't you still sitting here?"

"Look at that, he's on the official road!"

"Zhou Mingzhou!"

"Zhou Mingzhou go slowly!"

The people of Cai County ran out of the riverside pavilion, wanting to give Zhou Dagu another ride.

But I don't know where the spring breeze blows.

The willow branches in two places on the official road swayed, and a small white catkins fell from the branches and leaves.

With the spring breeze swinging in the air, it was between everyone and Zhou Dagu.

In the warm spring of April, it seems to be snowing heavily.

Fan Zijin stood in front of the crowd, watching Zhou Dagu leave, and some seeds quietly sprouted in his heart.

There is no first, there will always be a day.

"I want to write poetry all the way and surpass Zhou Mingzhou!"

"There is no hope!" Hou Gongzi's flirtatious voice sounded beside him.

"Why!" Fan Zijin's wrist moved slightly.

Hou Gongzi raised his left hand, and there was a ball of catkins in his hand: "The vision has come true!" ”

Fan Zijin hurriedly raised his head, and the catkins in the sky smashed on his face like heavy snow: "It is worthy of Zhou Mingzhou, and it is Mingzhou poetry again!" ”

Inside and outside the riverside pavilion.

Once again, the crowd swarmed and gathered in front of the desks.

In the catkins in the sky.

The poems on the table fell.

Guo Xianling took the first step to pick up the poems on the table and watched carefully: "Half smoke and half rain on the side of the river pavilion, reflecting the apricots and reflecting in the Taoshan Road." ”

The illiterate businessman in front of him was also a little anxious at the moment.

"County order, what's next!"

Guo Xianling shook his head, abruptly put down the poem in his hand, he walked to the side of the long pavilion, raised his hand and fell with catkins: "Alas, I miss her again!" ”

Qingxue Mansion farewell, I don't know if she's okay now?

Everything comes from the family, and he must dedicate everything to the family.

Most of them can't help themselves.

Qiao Xiancheng looked down at the original manuscript of the poem on the table, and read the last one with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It will be infinitely detached, and it will be inextricably linked to the spring breeze." ”

The wind is stronger.

In the catkins, people look at the poems, and somehow, they think of the parting.

Parting is bitter, bitter parting, parting is many, and the love is infinite.

Zhu Fuzi sighed even more.

He misses Kyoto again.

He casually picked up the original manuscript of the poem on the table: "Send the gentlemen of Cai County, Zhou Dagu!" ”

A vulgar martial artist, a businessman who only has profit in his heart, and there is a smile on his face.

"Send Cai County Zhujun, this is a Mingzhou poem, recorded in the county chronicle, the government chronicle is inevitable, our name can't be written on the county chronicle, can't there be my name on the county chronicle?"

"That's right! At this moment, I can't wait to be famous in history! ”

"Zhou Mingzhou is righteous!"

"Thank you Zhou Mingzhou!"

Zhu Fuzi looked proud, and rolled up the original manuscript of the poem: "Everyone, don't thank you, this is what an apprentice should do!" ”

Others didn't realize that there was anything wrong with him, and they gave it to him.

Qiao Xiancheng discovered the clue one step earlier: "Old horseman, put down the original manuscript of the poem for me!" ”

Guo Xianling turned around in a panic, and then saw a Taoist talisman in Zhu Fuzi's hands hugging each other.

I saw that the fire flashed, and the talisman burned.

Zhu Fuzi's figure disappeared into the riverside pavilion in an instant: "Hmph! My disciple's manuscript, I naturally want to keep it, you still have soup at home, so I will retire first! ”

Guo Xianling gritted his teeth: "A poem in early spring is yours, how can this poem be left to you now, and return it to me Caixian Mobao!" ”

Guo County ordered a large pen in his hand, the pen had no ink, and it became a poem in the air in a moment.

This is a unique ability in the realm of the three grades, and when you reach the realm of the three grades, you can write poems and get rid of the load.

The poems flashed with golden light, and Guo Xian ordered the wind under his feet, carrying him away: "The surname Zhu will leave it for me!" ”

Zhang Zhushu took a slow step, threw out a manuscript in his sleeve, the poems on the manuscript fell aside, a horse appeared, he turned over and got on the horse: "I am the main book, in charge of education, this Mingzhou poem, should let me record it first, don't fight for it." ”

Outside Caixian County, it was extremely lively in an instant.

Qingxue Mansion, the bell of the Temple of Literature rang, and it also woke up the sleeping people.

State Confucian Temple, the Wen Bell rings again, and the literati in Qingxue Mansion have no sleep.