Li Mingxu glanced at Du Wenxing and said loudly: "The title of this poetry meeting is Yongju. ”

As soon as the topic came out, there was another uproar in the field, some people were relaxed and some frowned.

If compared with the topic drawn by Du Wenxing before, the topic of Youxian is too cold, and it is difficult for everyone to make up poems in a short time, let alone wonderful poems.

As for the chrysanthemum, it is too common, and there are no poems about chrysanthemums in the autumn of that year?

But it is precisely because there are too many such poems that good sentences have long been exhausted by the predecessors, and the people on the scene want to make good poems, but they also have to search their stomachs.

So the people around the embroidery curtain dispersed, each pacing slowly, some bowed their heads and chanted to find chapters and sentences, and some looked up at the flowers to find inspiration......

But there is one person who is different.

After Du Wenxing heard the question, he suddenly sneered in his heart, and he didn't let me be in the limelight this time.

He originally wanted to compose his own poems, but now, naturally, he copied them.

In the first virtual reality, there are many good poems that can be used immediately, especially the common theme of "Yongdai".

asked the Zheng family's servant to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the package, Du Wenxing sharpened the ink, picked up the pen and wrote, Zheng Rou, who was bored, suddenly came up with interest.

And Lu Hong, who was about to look for inspiration, also stopped dumbfounded, and watched in surprise as Du Wenxing finished writing a piece of paper, took another one, and then took another one, and then took another one......

Looking at Du Wenxing's poems, the surprise on Lu Hong's face gradually turned into shock.

Zhou Yunwen, who had been standing next to Du Wenxing and had a leisurely demeanor, also showed a cautious attitude.

Then, Zhou Yunwen glanced at Li Mingxu, who was pretending to be looking for inspiration, as if mockingly, this person also happened to look over, and was shocked when he saw Zhou Yunwen's gaze, and thought that he had seen through the chrysanthemum question in advance.

Then, his eyes fell on Du Wenxing, who was struggling to write......

Then, I saw a thick stack of white paper covered with ink on the left side of Du Wenxing's desk......

He was shocked again, what is this kid doing?

Is the level not enough, use the volume to win?

Hehe, think too much!

Li Mingxu rolled his eyes disdainfully, and then stopped looking.

About half an hour passed, and the scattered young talents gradually returned to the waterfront, some began to write hard, others frowned, apparently not coming up with a satisfactory verse.

At this time, Du Wenxing had already begun to pick up the wine jug on the table and pour himself a drink.

He found that the chrysanthemum cake at the poetry meeting was very good, sweet but not greasy, and melted in his mouth, so he couldn't help but eat a few more pieces.

Zhou Yunwen on the side was looking at his poems, and let out an exclamation from time to time.

Du Wenxing asked strangely, "Brother Zhou, don't you have to compose poems?"

Zhou Yunwen smiled bitterly, "With Du Xian's brother Zhuyu in front, it's better for me not to make a fool of myself for my brother." ”

Lu Hong on the side nodded frequently, he was really hit today.

Zheng Rou is not interested in poetry, but she also admires Du Wenxing's many poems about "Yongdai" in a short period of time.

But her eyes were still more fixed, wandering around the chrysanthemum garden one by one of the warriors in strong suits, with a look of interest on her face.

Thinking that Du Wenxing seemed to have chatted with someone when he entered the garden, he guessed that it was likely to be another Qingcheng sect disciple, and couldn't help but think of letting Du Wenxing introduce him.

Another half an hour passed, and one by one the poems were sent into the Water Pavilion, and the thickest stack of them was Du Wenxing's.

Du Wenxing's poem manuscript was the first to be sent in, and it caused some interesting things at the time.

Xuezheng Tongguang took the manuscript of the poem and said, "Oh, have so many students already published the text?"

The little guy who sent the poem replied: "These are all for one person." ”

It shocked everyone at the time.

Tongguang squirted out a mouthful of wine, but fortunately, his head twisted and did not spray on the poem.

"Someone's?" Yunqiao hurriedly asked.

"It's Du Gongzi who asked the question before. ”

Suddenly, all the bigwigs became interested.

"It's a wellspring of ideas! Zheng Huan snatched the manuscript of the poem from Tongguang's hand.

Tongguang came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It may also be indiscriminate." ”

"Just look at it. "Cloud Bridge Road.

Zheng Huan spread the poems on the table, looking at them one by one, a group of bigwigs watched from the sidelines, and their eyes gradually became solemn from the beginning of their indifference.

These poems ...... The first classic!

It's a pity that this kid didn't go through the imperial examination and went to practice martial arts!

Many bigwigs have such an idea in their heads.

Why this is so, just look at the poems written (copied) by Du Wenxing.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

Ask you, how can you be?

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Autumn chrysanthemum has a good color

Qiu Ju has a good color, and she is dewed and beautiful.

Forget this worry, far away from my world.

Although he is alone, the cup is full of pots.

The day into the flock, the birds tend to the forest.

In the Xiaoao Chrysanthemum Garden, talk about recovering this life.

Chrysanthemum

Cang gold skirt, slim white jade skin.

I know that the times are different, and I seem to be cold with the years.

I can't bear to fall to the ground, and I'd rather wither myself.

Chrysanthemum

The new frost was light overnight, and the plantain was newly defeated.

Cold-tolerant only east fence chrysanthemum, golden millet at the beginning of the dawn is clearer.

chrysanthemum

The autumn bushes are like pottery, and the edge of the fence is becoming more and more oblique.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless.

Han chrysanthemum

The light muscles and weak bones are scattered, and the golden stamen is overflowing.

If you want to know the old trillium, the herbs begin to bloom when they are destroyed.

Residual chrysanthemum

Scattered golden stamens, although withered do not change the fragrance.

The deep bush is lonely, and the car is clear.

Chrysanthemum

The nature of things has always been one, who is greedy for cold and thin, tired of years?

Chrysanthemums are white and frosty, not chrysanthemums outside spring.

chrysanthemum

The three paths of the old garden spit out the secluded bushes, and the frost fell into the blue sky overnight.

How many people have not returned to the end of the world, and they have borrowed the fence to watch the autumn wind.

chrysanthemum

Soil flowers can be white and red, and I love this work the most in my life.

I'd rather hold the incense branches and be old than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn breeze.

Sigh chrysanthemum

It can be sighed that the east fence chrysanthemum, the stem is sparse and slight.

Although it is said that Lanhui is different, it also has its own fragrance.

The bottle of wine is not overflowing, and it is only stained with dew.

When Rongjun doesn't pick it, he wants to fall away.

Chrysanthemum

Autumn frost creates chrysanthemum flowers, and the sunset is not endless;

There are no unintentional sentences at your fingertips, and the natural charm is in thousands of homes.

Chrysanthemum appreciation

A clump of cold chrysanthemums is more than Qionghua, covering the green veil of the sunny window.

At first glance, I feel that the slightly fragrant greenhouse is really beautiful.

The cherry lips are crispy and the snow melts, and the powder is shy when the sun is shining.

Mo Dao's spring is decreasing, and there are famous flowers on the desk.

......

In the thick stack of paper, every poem is a classic, even Tongguang couldn't help but sigh: "This son sings all chrysanthemums in one day, will anyone be able to write chrysanthemum poems in the future?"

Soon, Du Wenxing's poems spread to the embroidery curtain, and there was a sudden agitation.

Na Biyun said excitedly in Yun Ruoyi's ear: "Miss, I heard the word of the word, and the adults in the Water Pavilion praised Du Gongzi for singing all the chrysanthemums in one day!"

Yun Ruoyi looked at the poems in her hand and smiled silently.

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