In the classroom study, fifteen students sat down, in the quiet night, only the classroom lights were on, and a plate of awakening incense was lit on the podium.

The students each prepared pen and paper.

Because there was no special requirement from the school, Bai Song still took out his charcoal pen as a preparation.

Bai Song sat upright, watching the night dark, feeling a little anxious, and I didn't know if Qing'er who was waiting outside was impatient.

"Hey!" A small voice came.

Bai Song turned his head and found that it was actually the little brother of the Yu family sitting beside him.

Bai Song sat in the corner of the last row, and no one noticed the movement here.

Bai Song showed a puzzled expression, and the little brother's eyes smiled like crescents, and he looked at Bai Song stupidly: "You know a lot." ”

Bai Song didn't know how to respond, just nodded.

The little brother looked at Bai Song's desktop again and asked, "Is that your pen?" It's weird, can I take a look? ”

"Later."

"Yes, the exam is coming soon, so I can't affect you. You have to work hard, in the last round, you will definitely be able to get the first place. You are the best person here. ”

"First? Dream on! The eldest grandson who was sitting in front of Bai Song turned his head disdainfully and glanced at Bai Song and the little brother.

The little brother raised his eyebrows, his tone raised a few points, and became much more slender: "You look down on people less!" ”

When the words came out, the little brother quickly covered his mouth, knowing that he was too loud.

In an instant, everyone turned their heads, and Yu Ji glared at his younger brother, which was quite charming in Bai Song's eyes.

The little brother didn't dare to speak again, but he still gave the eldest grandson a vigilant look unconvinced.

The eldest grandson didn't care at all, still maintaining his arrogance and disdain, as if he didn't know how badly he screamed when he was injured just now.

"This hillbilly wrote a limerick poem, stained with the light of Princess Runan, I heard that the second round of painting is just opportunistic, and the third round just now is even more tricky to see in the countryside. It was all a matter of luck to make it to the final round.

As for this last round, relying on luck and mixing is obviously not enough. The main exam has quietly explained before that this last round will not be a side door to make money in a frying pot, but a test of orthodox literary skills and return to the right path, this kid is obviously not good. Didn't you hear about it in Jixian County? This kid doesn't know literature, and he makes an exception for showing off his talent by writing about any water conservancy project!

It's funny to think about it, it's okay for him to be a water officer, and he went to Yongxing College to learn articles, which is just a bull's head. In my opinion, everyone here is better than him, and this bottom position, except for this kid, I'm afraid there is no one more qualified.

As for the number one seat......"

Saying that, the eldest grandson opened the fan he had repaired, and shook his head coquettishly.

"See this inscription? With this inscription alone, it is none other than my eldest grandson. ”

"Phew! Father...... Mr. Bosch won't use your fan as a proof! ”

"Hmph, if you don't believe me, we'll see."

Bai Song sat between the two, both of them were talking about themselves, but Bai Song didn't take it to heart.

At this time, Yu Shinan slowly entered, and everyone sat up straight.

The previous examiner then entered and opened his mouth to the crowd: "The last round of exams, the proposition is filled in the lyrics, and the word plate is called "Water Tune Song Head", the time is a stick of incense, and it starts now." ”

Water tune song head!

Bai Song's brain exploded, and the "When is the bright moon, ask the sky" that swept through the ages instantly appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Bai Song was so excited that he was sweating, and his hand holding the pen was trembling.

In today's exam, in addition to the difficulty of writing poems in the first round, the second and third rounds were directly given in vain, and in the fourth round, I didn't expect to encounter a score question again, and it was a score question that had already written the answer on the question.

Is there really such a good thing in the world?

Bai Song scratched his head vigorously, feeling that his luck was too good, and he couldn't believe it.

Do you still need to write the water tune song head?

A stick of incense time?

Bai Song's breath can write down the ancient gods.

At this time, if you get up and shout, Lao Tzu doesn't need to write, the lyrics have been completed!

Then he recited Mingyue in public in one go, and even sang it with a tune.

It is estimated that the horror of the audience will reach the highest in history at that time, and it is estimated that the little villain of Changsun Jian was directly purified by his own literature, and directly became his little fan brother, and then slapped himself and said with tears that I was wrong.

Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head" was born, and in the examination of Yongxing College, it is estimated that it will soon spread all over the world, shocking the government and the opposition, and Bai Song himself was properly named the first genius in the world.

This flips the plot of slapping the face!

The taste is too rushing, isn't it?!

Bai Song smirked, thinking that it would be too outrageous for things to develop like this.

Everything he pursues is still low-key, so he should not read it out to the public.

Then, Bai Song lowered his head and wrote quickly, the charcoal pen brushed on the paper, only hating that his hands couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain, and hated that he had to be able to write the famous poems of the poets and saints as soon as possible.

The moment Bai Song heard the question, he had fallen silent into his own world, and he had no perception of everything around him.

When Bai Song was writing a book, he didn't realize that a little fan next to him watched Bai Song's every move intently, the appearance of a nymphomaniac, and his little mouth smiled crookedly.

Less than two minutes passed.

More than half of "Water Tune Song Head" was written, and Bai Song wrote for a while, and suddenly frowned for some reason.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable......

Looking at the familiar words and sentences in front of him, Bai Song was a little stunned.

"What am I here for? Is it just to shock these ancients with the work of others? ”

Bai Song frowned, and pulled out a piece of paper, on which was the crab poem written in the first round.

That last sentence is impressive.

There is no warp and weft in life, so why not be afraid of the East China Sea for ginger soup......

There is no warp and weft in life, why not be afraid of the East China Sea for ginger soup!

"I can write poetry myself! Why do you want to rely on the work of the predecessors?! I am here to learn ancient texts, not only to learn, but also to rely on what I have learned! ”

Bai Song looked at the words and sentences in his pen again, and his heart changed.

He does not reject copying poems, but it should be in some more casual occasions, such as a joke, a little inadvertently revealed, or conveyed under the guise of others, with the intention of praising some famous passages that have been passed down to the world earlier, so as to stimulate the current literati to create better.

But if it is in such a serious examination field, what fairness can be said to those literati who shed tears because they left the examination hall with the famous works of their predecessors?

For Bai Song himself, if he becomes famous today through Su Shi's works, it will be an indelible shadow on his own study path!

Today's exam, just a few scenes, has carved a mark in Bai Song's heart.

Bai Song still remembers that he wrote "There is no longitude and latitude in life, why not be afraid of the East China Sea for ginger soup!" I still remember the tears that the literati shed when they said goodbye to Xie Yan, encouraging each other.

Before today, literature was just a game in Bai Song's mind, but after today, literature is real literature.

Picking up the pen again, Bai Song wanted to try to use his understanding and ability to really write his own "Water Tune Song Head" in accordance with the requirements of the exam, maybe there would be a flash of inspiration like a crab poem.

For this reason, Bai Song fell into deep thought.

A stick of incense is too long.

A stick of incense is too short.

There is no new game on Bai Song's answer sheet.

From the beginning of the hard work, to the long silence and entanglement.

Bai Song fell into an unsolvable dilemma.

Su Xian's "Water Tune Song Head" is like an insurmountable mountain in Bai Song's heart, no matter what he thinks or how he makes up, he has never been able to write even half a sentence that he is slightly satisfied with.

Even if it is a crab poem written by himself, compared to Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head", it is as insignificant as dust.

Only when you have written and thought about it can you feel the grandeur and unattainability of the pen and ink of ancient and modern saints.

This is "Water Tune Song Head"!

An article that has been passed down through the ages and engraved in the bones of the Chinese nation!

Bai Song didn't know that this work was okay, he knew in his heart that there was such an unsurpassable work, but it was too difficult to force his own words.

Because no matter how he writes, Bai Song will always inadvertently compare with Su Shi, no matter what kind of poems Bai Song writes, in front of Su Shi, he feels naïve like a joke.

Bai Song's face was pale, and his hand holding the pen trembled more and more, but time passed minute by minute, and he saw that the incense had burned to the end......

Bai Song lowered his head, his cheeks were tight, his teeth were about to break, and he was sweating profusely before he knew it!

"I can't write it! Never write! There's no way around it! There's no way around it! ”

At the last moment, Bai Song could only bow his head to reality, and finally knew that he was not a genius genius, and the crab poem was just a flash of inspiration after all, a traverser, not standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, just a grain of sand in the world, insignificant......

It's so insignificant!

The incense burned out, and Bai Song finally wrote the last sentence.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

And the moment he stopped writing, Bai Song endured his heart, and when he woke up, he found that he was already in tears!

Today's test shattered the arrogance of Bai Song as a traverser, and thought of every name left in the long river of history under the vast waves, like a mountain that overwhelmed Bai Song, and like a lighthouse pointed out where the road in Bai Song's heart was!

Bai Song has an extra dream in his heart, wanting that one day he can have those famous people who have been passed down through the ages to evaluate his works.

If history can really be changed, Bai Song hopes that at some point in the book can leave his signature.

"Stop writing and hand in the papers!"

The examiner shouted, and everyone returned to reality.

"What's wrong with you?"

The little brother next to him asked with concern.

The little brothers are stupid, how can they make people cry in the exam?

What's the matter with this little brother crying into a flower cat in a blink of an eye?

The little brother was so anxious that he decided that he had not answered the last test, but there was clearly writing on his paper, so he looked at it on tiptoe.

This glance can be eternal!

Because Bai Song wiped the test paper like crazy in the next moment!

Even if you hand in the white papers, you won't let the predecessors' works justify your name!