After doing all this, Ye Yu withdrew the consciousness in his golden body and looked up at Zhang Benxing.

Zhang Benxing had already picked up the pen and was looking at him.

"Then I'll try!"

Ye Yu stiffened his head and said slowly, there are already a lot of people around this meeting, all the people who are writing here today are around, and there are people who are passing by here who also come to take a look.

This will basically everyone is still looking at Zhang Benxing's words, and his words are really good.

Dad Ye was also looking at Ye Yu, he knew a little more about his son, but he had never seen Ye Yu make any poems, would this work?

"I used to have a bit of an immature idea of this poem, so I'll try it!"

This kind of erasing history to plagiarize, Ye Yu really did it for the first time, and he didn't know if he really erased this poem from the present world, so he could only add one more sentence.

"If you want to make new poems, you can't use old ones!"

Gu Yu suddenly reminded again, taking advantage of this time, Ye Yu also deliberately searched on the Internet, and the poems he deleted were indeed gone, and there was no record.

"It's a new poem!" After confirming, Ye Yu finally nodded.

It's a new poem, Gu Yu didn't speak, they didn't say that the person who wrote the poem had to do it, and her grandfather's poem today was made with the help of others, so it would be difficult for her to stop Ye Yu from composing poetry.

"You say, I write!"

Zhang Benxing looked at Ye Yu and knew that Ye Yu was a little apprehensive, but since Ye Yu dared to do this, he must still have a certain degree of certainty.

Ye Yu has a certain understanding of Zhang Bank, and Zhang Bank also knows a little about Ye Yu's character.

"Poetic name, Wangyue!"

Ye Yu slowly said the name of the poem, and the people around him didn't react at all, they all looked at him, while Zhang Benxing splashed ink and wrote two words directly.

"Good words, good words!"

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, Zhang Benxing wrote, and the people around him immediately understood that the words before were indeed written by him, and many people looked at him in horror, not thinking that such a young man could write such good words.

And as soon as he put pen to paper, Lao Gu knew that the previous suspicions were all wrong, and this word was written by this young man.

Xie Zhan had a bitter face, but he didn't say anything, the words were indeed written by others, and people have this ability, so it depends on whether the next poems can allow him to save some face for his girlfriend.

At present, there is nothing wrong with the name of the poem, Mount Tai is the first of the five mountains, and the title of the poem "Wangyue" is very appropriate.

"Five words, eight sentences!"

Ye Yu said again, Zhang Benxing raised his head and tapped lightly.

Five words are also called five rules, there are many poems, the most common is four sentences, followed by eight sentences, Ye Yu specially reminded him to deal with the spacing of words when writing, don't write it as a four-sentence poem.

"How is Dai Zongfu?"

Ye Yu slowly read out the first line of the poem, at this time only a small number of people looked at him again, most of them were watching Zhang Benxing write, listening to the poems read by Ye Yu, Zhang Benxing asked again, and after getting Ye Yu's confirmation, he immediately wrote this sentence and added a question mark to the back.

'How is Dai Zongfu?' This sentence is a bit weird, but it can still be affixed!"

Xie Zhan frowned, his understanding of poetry was much better than that of calligraphy, after all, he was a contemporary liberal arts student.

Mount Tai, also known as Dai Mountain, because it is the head of the five mountains, and is also known as Dai Zong, how is Dai Zongfu, the literal understanding is to ask how majestic Mount Tai is.

Such verses can only be said to be decent, not good, but not bad either.

"The first sentence is a bit interesting, but it does name the topic!"

Someone agreed with Ye Yu's poem, which made Ye Yu's heart drop a lot, there were many people who knew this poem, and no one brought it up on the spot, which shows that he did clear this poem from everyone's memory.

In this case, the poem is completely equivalent to being written by oneself.

"Qi Lu Qingwei is over!"

Seeing that Zhang Benxing finished writing the first sentence, Ye Yu immediately said the next line of poetry, and most of the people who heard his poem frowned this time.

There is a lot of understanding of this sentence, but there is no next sentence, and now how to understand this sentence is taken out of context.

You can understand it as Qilu Qingmiao, which has nothing to do with Mount Tai, or you can understand that Qilu has not yet been cyan and so on, anyway, from these five words alone, there are too many explanations to use.

Fortunately, most of the people around were cultural people, and although there were not many people who really understood this poem, they still stood there quietly, and no one asked questions.

And Zhang Benxing's handwriting is really beautiful, which also attracts their attention.

The two sentences were fine, Ye Yu gradually put his mind at ease, and said the third and fourth sentences in a row: "Creation Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang cut the dawn!"

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang cut the dawn, good poems, good sentences!"

One person suddenly applauded, and some people unnaturally added the first two lines and read out all four lines of the poem.

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone, Zhong Shenxiu is created, and Yin and Yang cut Chunxiao!"

Four sentences, the first two sentences are generally understood, but the further the better, especially the last two sentences, it is easier to understand, and the majestic beauty of Mount Tai is shown at once.

"I know, Qilu Qingwei is gone, which means that after leaving Qilu, you can still see the towering peak, good poetry!"

His words attracted more applause from people, and more people raised their heads to look at Ye Yu, and even Zhang Benxing stopped his pen and looked at his little brother.

This poem is really good.

Soon, the four lines of the poem were written by him, and Ye Yu read the last two sentences again.

"Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and you will return to the bird!"

Layers of white clouds, sweeping the ravines in the chest, fluttering birds, flying into the eyes, many people can't help nodding, although these two poems have few words, but the artistic conception expressed is not ordinary, some people began to extend their thumbs to Ye Yu.

Good poems, with a sense of meaning, made Zhang Benxing's heart a little excited, the hand holding the pen was more powerful, the eyes were more energetic, and the outline was more powerful.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and every sentence of poetry became an entity under his hands.

His words have become better, even better than what he wrote before, even if it is not the pen he uses well, not the paper and ink he usually uses, he still writes his highest level, writes his own understanding of poetry, and shows the artistic conception of poetry.

"The last sentence!" Ye Yu raised his head and slowly looked at everyone around him, at this time, hundreds of people were around, and the secretary of Zhang Benxing was trying to maintain order.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!"

After Ye Yu finished speaking, the surroundings were silent, and the people who originally watched Zhang Benxing write also raised their heads and looked at Ye Yu blankly.

Xie Zhan was even more shocked, he didn't expect that he deliberately used poetry to save some face for his girlfriend, and the other side would make such a superb poem.

Especially the last sentence, that kind of heroism, that kind of self-respecting momentum, made him can't help but bow his head.

The last sentence is too high, too good.

"Good poetry!"

Zhang Benxing suddenly roared violently, quickly put down the pen, and the last two lines of poems were written in one go, while Ye Yu looked at the last two lines of poetry he wrote blankly, with the same shock on his face.

Perfect words, perfect writing, no flaws.

This is, the work of the Grandmaster.