Everyone is immersed in the style of Yang Chen's spring snow

The meaning of this poem is that the new year has arrived, but the fragrant flowers have not yet been seen, and it is not until February that the grass is pleasantly surprised to find green shoots. The snow seemed to be unable to endure the belated arrival of spring, and it fluttered one after another, sprinkling a flying flower among the trees in front of the court.

The first sentence "there is no fragrance", a suppression, and the second sentence "the first grass buds", a rise, ups and downs, ups and downs. On the surface, the third and fourth sentences say that there is snow but no flowers, but the actual feelings are: people can still wait for the late spring, and see the spring figure from the grass buds in February, but the snow can't wait, and they are all flying, wearing trees and flying flowers, and decorating themselves with a spring color. The real spring (flowers in full bloom) future is certainly a little regrettable, but doesn't the spring snow that wears the trees and flowers also give people the breath of spring!

The New Year was not blooming, and the grass sprouts were seen in early February. The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers.

This verse is a classic!

Reading silently, it seems that there is a scene of spring in front of me, thriving and all things germinating.

It's so well written!

There is no one in Weicheng who is out of control.

People were a little surprised, puzzled, and even looked at Yang Chen with admiration.

The young man in Tsing Yi, smiling, stood in a remote corner.

However, Yang Dagongzi's words were like thunder on the ground.

"Yang Chen's poem is copied!"

"I've seen this poem before!"

One sentence, a few simple words, suddenly put Yang Chen in an extremely unfavorable situation.

Yang Chen is an unknown person, although he has some reputation, but this reputation only circulates among his pig friends and dog friends, but the eldest son of Li is the eldest son of the Li family, and he is one of the four famous sons in Weicheng.

The weight of fame is far greater than that of Yang Chen.

Now that Li Dagongzi publicly said that Yang Chen's poem was copied by Yang Chen, almost no one in the audience doubted Li Dagongzi's words.

I copied this poem!

Yang Chen nodded secretly in his heart.

Indeed, I copied this poem.

But how do you know?

Could it be that you once dreamed of returning to Datang?

Could it be that you have ever seen Han Yu Daru?

If you haven't dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty, if you haven't seen Han Yu Daru, how can you know that my poem was copied?

Slander!

Naked slander.

And is there no humanity?

Yang Chen felt very hurt.

Yang Chen felt angry.

"I said that this poem is so good, but how come I have never heard of the author's name, it turns out that this poem is copied!"

"Shameless, how can there be such a shameless reader, what kind of ability is it to become famous by plagiarism!"

"We readers, no matter what the level, after all, show our talent, we can write poorly, but we will never plagiarize~!"

"Oppose plagiarism, plagiarism is shameful, and drive Yang Chen out of the ranks of readers. ”

There are still a lot of people who don't know the truth, and they are instigated by Li Dagongzi, and they all turn their angry eyes to the young man standing in a remote corner.

Hearing the words of the eldest prince Li, the old man Li was stunned.

Chen Fuzi was stunned.

Mr. Lu was also stunned.

Immediately, the faces of the three of them turned iron-blue.

Such poems are enough to be sung all over the world, and even for thousands of generations.

And Weicheng, as well as this 'Dongmei' poetry meeting, will also move the world with the singing of this poem.

But......

If the poem is plagiarism.

That extremely stinky reputation will also be buckled on the head of Weicheng, like a black cloud pressing on the top, and it will not be able to turn over for countless years, and it will even be stinky for 10,000 years.

"Li Gang, how do you know that this poem was copied, and where did you read this poem?" asked Old Man Li in a deep voice.

"You know, as soon as such a poem is born, it will spread all over the world, how come I have never heard of it, you don't lie, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious. ”

When Li Gang heard his father say this, his heart was a little weak, and the brilliance of his eyes was a little shaky.

But he still forced himself to calm down: "I saw this poem from an old yellowed pamphlet, and as for the pamphlet, I can't remember it clearly. ”

However, if Yang Chen can write another poem of this level, I naturally think that I am wrong, if not, I believe that I am not mistaken, this spring snow must be a poem of his predecessors, not written by him, it was plagiarized by him. ”

"Since it is plagiarized, it naturally cannot be regarded as a ranking, and the leader of today's poetry circle should be Lin Shushu, not this copyist!"

The more Li Gang spoke, the more arrogant he became, and his eyes looked at Yang Chen, with a momentum like swallowing mountains and rivers.

It seems that if Yang Chen can't write another poem of this level, then the poem Yang Chen just wrote is copied.

When Old Man Li heard this, he raised his thick eyebrows, but he didn't speak after all.

And Chen Fuzi and Mr. Lu were also silent, they didn't know whether what Li Gang said was true or false, but they couldn't ask Yang Chen to write another poem of the same level.

After all, good poems are often a flash of inspiration, and it is difficult to get the first classic.

"This ......?"

Mr. Chen and Mr. Lu looked at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen smiled.

He felt that Li Gang's brain was sick.

"Master Chen, Mr. Lu, this poem, I believe that in this world, except for the so-called Li Gang, all the other people have never read it. ”

"Li Gang, did you say that Mr. Li?"

Only Li Gang himself has seen it!

The subtext of this sentence is obviously that Li Gang is lying.

Li Gang blushed and had a thick neck, pointing at Yang Chen.

"Little brute, what do you mean by this, what are you, do you think that one of the four great sons of Weicheng will wronged you as a poor scholar?"

"If you are alone, you are worthy of me to wronged you?"

"Didn't you say that I was the only one who had seen it, let me tell you, not only me, but she had also seen it!"

Li Gang pointed to the girl behind him with a black veil.

The girl behind her trembled, lowered her head, and said softly: "I also heard Li Gongzi talk about this poem!"

Have you heard him mention it too?

Yang Chen shook his head.

How is this possible!

This is Han Yu's poem, it has never appeared in this world, okay?

If Li Gang had mentioned this poem to others before, it would be too unscientific.

Hell, it doesn't work.

Looking at the arrogant Li Gang, Yang Chen really wanted to say out loud, I don't read much, don't lie to me, okay?

Are you sure you've read the poem?

However, Yang Chen couldn't say that now.

Facing the puzzled gazes of the readers around him.

Yang Chen waved his hand helplessly.

"You mean, as long as I can still make poems of this level, this spring snow is not copied by me, and if I can't do it, even if I copy it."

Li Gang said loudly: "I can't do it, naturally it's a copyist!"

Yang Chen asked, "If you do it, what are you going to do?"

"What are you prepared to pay?"