After the poem 'Red Plum' by Dongguo Sihai was written, the aura floated, and the atmosphere of the audience was also mobilized.

Although many readers feel that it is difficult for them to write such spiritual poems, they are not discouraged and still write their best poems.

Communicate with each other and improve together.

Even if Xiao Tong yelled not to write, worried that he would be embarrassed to write it, he still wrote a small poem.

Li Dagongzi behaves frivolously, but after all, he was born in a scholarly family, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he is not a reckless person in his belly, and he is still somewhat talented.

The poems written are decent, not amazing, but not bad.

Many people have completed poems with the theme of 'winter plums'.

Among the four princes, only Lin Shushu did not write, he has been hesitating and hesitating.

However, he was a determined person in the end, his face was a little solemn, he picked up the pen, it was stained with ink, the tip of the pen touched the paper, a wisp of ink fragrance wafted, and a line of chic and elegant words fell on the paper in an instant.

He also wrote a small poem.

The name of the poem is: Spring Snow.

Plum blossoms are like snow, snow is like plum blossoms, and it seems to be strange and unlike.

The idea of winter plum is snow and plum blossoms.

With Lin Shushu's pen, many people's eyes were attracted.

Especially Dongguo Sihai, a pair of eyes are shining like electricity.

"My poems have reached the realm of spiritual light generation and floating shadows, and I don't believe that he can surpass me. ”

"I wrote about plum blossoms, Lin Shushu he didn't dare to write again, so he found another way, wrote the white snow in the winter plum, the poem is called Spring Snow, I will also see if he can write this spring snow to the light. ”

When the pen was put down, everyone saw that it was written:

Spring Snow:

Flying snow brings spring breeze, and Pei Hui is chaotic. Jun seems to be a flower, biased in the east of Weicheng.

As soon as the poem was completed, all of a sudden, a touch of spiritual light also came out of the paper, and the spiritual light condensed, slowly floating towards the top of the paper, one inch, two inches, three or four inches......

One palm high!

Lin Shushu's breathing was a little rough.

Dongguo Sihai's eyes also condensed.

The readers present were also very surprised, and they did not expect to see two such excellent poems today.

Aura generated!

The little poem floats in the air!

After the aura floated to the height of a palm, it was almost no longer moving.

"Who's better?"

Everyone stared at the aura generated by Lin Shushu's little poem, and their hearts unconsciously became a little nervous.

Especially the girl with a black veil who was originally sitting behind Li Dagongzi stood up, staring at the bright brilliance with some nervousness.

Finally!

That piece of spiritual light was raised an inch again!

It surpasses the height of the aura born by the poem of Hongmei written by Dongguo Sihai.

One palm and one inch high.

After reaching this height, this little poem about spring snow did not produce any spiritual light.

An inch away!

Danger after risk!

But even if it is an inch difference, the aura of this spring snow also surpasses the red plum poem written by Dongguo Sihai.

Dongguo Sihai's bright eyes darkened.

Lin Shushu was a heart, almost jumping to his throat.

After seeing the one inch of spiritual light that was raised, the whole person trembled with excitement.

Thank God!

I had an extraordinary performance today.

This spring snow poem is the best poem I have written since I read the book.

With this poem!

The leader of today's 'Dongmei' poetry club must be none other than me.

Lin Shushu was full of energy and high spirits.

In Lin Shushu's view, among all the scholars present, only the four princes have the deepest background, and only they can become their opponents.

The rest of the people, wait!

The poems written by Xiao Tong and Li Dagongzi are very ordinary, and there is no inspiration.

Only the poems written by Dongguo Sihai generated aura.

But the poem I wrote has more inspiration and brighter.

Lin Shushu smiled.

A white face with a bright smile.

stepping on a small poem that generated a light and won the first place, dominating the first place, will make Lin Shushu's reputation more far-reaching.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it, in our Weicheng, it's really Wolong and Hidden Tiger, and all of us who read are unfathomable. Old Man Li was also very surprised, he didn't expect that Lin Shushu would be able to perform beyond his performance and write such a poem far beyond his actual level under such circumstances.

"Red plums, spring snow, each competes for the field, amazing, amazing, when I was like them, I didn't have such talent, today's young people, it's really amazing, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, a generation of new people is better than the old people. Old Master Chen was wearing a cyan robe, his face was very thin and slender, and only a pair of eyes were bright.

At this time, after he saw the spring snow written by Lin Shushu, he couldn't help but applaud.

Mr. Lu from Sanwei Academy also nodded.

As soon as the poetry meeting began, there were two excellent poems like this, which was indeed worth the trip.

"It is estimated that the leader of today's poems is Lin Shushu, his spring snow, written so well, Jun seems to be a flower, biased in the east of Weicheng, a good one is biased in the east of Weicheng, why is it not Weicheng West, Weicheng South, Weicheng North, must be in the east of Weicheng?"

Mr. Lu stroked a handful of long beards and commented slowly.

A partial word, the artistic conception is suddenly out, and the beauty of this poem is in these last two sentences. ”

The first poem of the Xiyuan reader has basically been written.

The subordinates of the Li Mansion have also gone to the front of the readers, packed up the poems written by these readers, and after cleaning up, they handed them over to Mr. Li, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Lu, who were to read and evaluate.

Look at two small poems that generate inspiration.

Yang Chen couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

It's just a poem, and it's not necessarily that good.

How can it be glowing and floating at the same time?

What's going on?

The world of the Great Zhou Dynasty is so complicated, I feel like I can't understand it.

I don't know what the poem I chose, once I write it, what will it be like?

The subordinates of the Li Mansion had already arrived in front of Yang Chen, ready to take away the poems written by Yang Chen, but when they saw the blank paper in front of Yang Chen, their eyes couldn't help revealing a little contempt.

"It turned out to be a reckless scholar with a belly!" This person shook his head secretly and glanced at Yang Chen with disdain.

Lin Shushu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his eyes glanced at him, and he also looked at Yang Chen.

A wisp of sound sounded in Yang Chen's ears again.

"Yang Chen, don't you also claim to be a genius in Weicheng, and you can't write a small poem?"

Can't write?

Yang Chen glanced at Lin Shushu with some surprise.

Where did this man see that I couldn't write such a poem?

Silly, huh!

Brother is just picking poems, okay?

Since you write Spring Snow!

Since you mock Lao Tzu!

That Lao Tzu doesn't mind copying a spring snow to slap you in the face!

Slap your face with the same work!

See if you're cool!

Then he picked up the pen and wrote the name of the poem on the paper.

Spring snow!