The white-haired old man picked up the rice paper, frowned, and began to read:

“

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,

Thousands of people are gone.

Lonely Boat Lady,

......

”

After reading these three five-character quatrains, everyone's faces have changed greatly, this poem is really wonderful...... It's a great thing to listen to......

And at this moment, the white-haired old man paused, did not continue reading, and his face became a little weird.

After the people had chewed on these three lines of the poem, they couldn't wait to hear the fourth, so someone anxiously asked, "What's next?"

Although this does not conform to the artistic conception of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, it is better to write this poem too well.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the white-haired old man didn't plan to continue reading, someone asked in a low voice, "Is the teacher uncomfortable?"

The white-haired old man frowned, sighed, shook his head and said, "Okay, let's read it, there are two poems written here." ”

“

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,

Thousands of people are gone.

Lonely Boat Lady,

I'm your grandfather!

”

As soon as the poem was finished, the audience fell silent, and some people suspected that there seemed to be something wrong with their ears.

Why, it seems to hear a respected old man scolding?

Am I your grandfather?

But it seems to be quite rhyming...... And it doesn't sound like anything wrong......

Everyone looked at each other, as if they saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

The white-haired old man still didn't stop,

“

Bright moonlight in front of the bed,

Suspected frost on the ground,

Raise your head to look at the bright moon,

I'm your grandfather!

”

？？？

"This ...... Teacher...... Can you stop swearing?" someone muttered quietly.

"That's how this poem ......," the white-haired old man shook his head and handed the paper to the others.

"This ......"

Everyone took the rice paper and began to circulate it, and sure enough, there were two poems on the paper, and the last sentence of each one was particularly conspicuous.

I'm your grandfather!

"Is this poetry?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

If it is not a poem, but it rhymes, and the first three sentences are very neat, the artistic conception and refining words are excellent, but the last sentence destroys the whole poem.

"This is too nonsense, isn't it?" Zhao Qianming scolded with some anger.

"It's really insulting to Sven! It's insulting to Sven!" Sun Limin frowned and scolded loudly.

"Dare I ask who wrote these two poems?"

As soon as this man said this, the others couldn't help but continue to look at the rice paper.

I saw that there was indeed a signature under the two poems, but the font was very ugly and difficult to read.

Someone frowned and read: "Poet: Xiao Huohuo?"

"Who is this? Why haven't you heard of this person?"

"I've never heard of this person either. The others shook their heads when they heard this.

"Xiao, Xiao Yan!" Zhu Wenting squeezed over, staring at the two words on the word with wide eyes.

In her mind, she recalled the name that Qin Xuanxuan had just said, Xiao Yan!

Finger belly for marriage?

Monk?

Xiao Yan?

Combining this information, Zhu Wenting seemed to have guessed something.

"Miss Zhu, do you know this person?"

Sun Limin, who was beside him, asked suspiciously.

"I'm not sure, but ...... Do you remember what I said that Qin Xuanxuan's fingertip is a monk, and I just heard her say that this monk is also called Xiao Yan......" Zhu Wenting said with a frown.

"There is such a coincidence?" Zhao Qianming frowned, then called the famous man who had just come over with rice paper, and asked, "Say, what's going on?"

The family was a little hesitant, but he still said slowly: "Actually, I don't know what's going on, I have seen Yao Youcai Yao Gongzi quarrel with a monk when I was in the past, and then I saw that the monk copied a piece of rice paper and wrote these two poems, and threw them on Yao Gongzi's face and walked away......

"Hahaha, a monk is a monk, and he can only write such vulgar verses and curse people...... It seems that if Miss Qin really marries this kind of person, then it will be pitiful......" Sun Limin shook the paper fan in his hand and said slowly.

"That's it, I think it's still Brother Sun who wants to persuade this Qin girl......" Zhao Qianming echoed.

......

But at this time, the white-haired old man sighed and said: "Actually, poetry is good poetry, you are all people who have read poetry and books, how can you not have the ability to appreciate it?

After all, the white-haired old man has a relatively high status, and nine times out of ten on the painting boat is his disciple, since the old man said so, then the others also began to frown and ponder.

"The words 'Thousand Mountains' and 'Ten Thousand Paths' are intended to be a foil to the picture of 'Lonely Boat' in the following two sentences, do you understand the subtlety of this?" the white-haired old man continued: "The background is vast and sparse, almost to the extent of immenseness. The wider the background, the more prominent the main depiction becomes. It's just a pity......"

"The man who wrote the poem is too nonsense, and the last sentence, I call you...... That's it...... That's just a frolic, probably not the real original sentence, I'm afraid it's just trying to scold people...... What a waste of talent......" said the white-haired old man as he shook his head.

As soon as he said this, others began to notice the peculiarity of the poem, and in fact, it was.

The first three sentences of the first poem, but Xiao Yan copied "Jiang Xue" written by Liu Zongyuan, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties.

The height of this poem is definitely not comparable to these young talents on the painting boat.

The other poem was also written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai.

"I dare to guarantee that if these two poems are really written in the original sentences, today's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, I am afraid that no one can compare with him. ”

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old man gave the highest evaluation of these two poems.

There was an uproar among the people on the painting boat, but everyone had never seen a white-haired old man speak so highly of others.

At the same time, the two poems began to be copied and circulated.

However, the people who saw this piece of paper were all scolding the person who wrote the poem for messing around, and this piece of paper was like a spark of fire, slowly spreading.

The whole Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was immersed in a strange atmosphere, and some children began to find the poem very interesting, rhyming and catchy.

So, I started to recite poems while running.

"Raise your head and look at the bright moon, I'm your grandfather!"

"I'm your grandfather!"

It's just that the bear children read it, and only the last sentence remains: "I'm your grandfather!"

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, until late at night, there were sporadic voices coming out, which was full of harmonious five-word greetings.

The bear child jumped home happily: "I'm your grandfather!"

His grandfather was furious, and picking up the child was a crackling spanking.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Finally, after a violent beating, the old man put his grandson down and said to him, "I am your grandfather!"

“......”

The bear child got up, touched his red and swollen buttocks, and just wanted to say something, but the mantra was used to it, and he opened his mouth to say: "I am your grandfather!"

In the second half of the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is basically the cry of children.

......

Of course, the next day, the name Xiao Yan spread in Jinshan City.

Volume I, end.

PS: These chapters are a little watery, and the busy work is one of the reasons, and the other reason is that the line of the second volume has not yet figured out how to do it.

The second volume began to do the line, and I hope that it can continue to be supported.