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A pool of clear water!

Rockeries on all sides, there are flowing springs ding dong, winding paths through the secluded.

Once everything is revived and flowers bloom, this is a wonderful place.

When the time comes, the breeze is coming, the water waves are leisurely, under the tree in front of the flowers, reading aloud, thinking about it, I feel at ease, refreshing, leisurely yearning.

It's just that now the cold winter is smashed, the trees only have dead branches, and the flowers have withered.

Poems, songs, articles, and scriptures can be written without falsehood.

I only have half a cup of time, and if I really want to write a wonderful article, it is not enough.

The only way to write poetry and songs is to write them.

But if you want to write a good poem and song in a short period of time, so as to win the championship and take the lead, it is not an easy thing, especially if there is a poet on the spot.

Brush and brush!

The big guys all looked at Yang Chen in the crowd.

Yang Chen looked at his nose and his nose at his heart, and carefully understood the realm of the unity of heaven and man just now, but he felt that he had a thorough understanding of the mystery of Tai Chi, and he also had an inexplicable feeling of closeness and familiarity with the vitality of heaven and earth.

Especially when meditating on the true body scriptures of the Heavenly Enlightenment, the soul is silent, the only one, transparent inspiration, and can clearly sense the vitality of heaven and earth around the body, but the vitality of heaven and earth is like a mother's womb, and it is like a baby, breathing and breathing, which is very comfortable.

The two ears do not hear the things outside the window, and they are dedicated to the unity of heaven and man.

This made Yang Chen look a little unpredictable.

With a faint smile on his face, his body straight, and a pair of eyes looking into the distance, empty and lonely.

"Could it be that this Yang Chen is also short of words?"

"Also, in the past few days, every time Yang Chen has a hair, it must be a classic, think about how old he is, how much accumulation he can have, he has accumulated a lot of money recently, and now I am afraid that his stomach is empty. ”

"The article is made by nature, the magic hand is occasionally obtained, the real good poetry and articles are the accumulation of talent, a flash of inspiration, in order to write if there is divine help, after writing, the literary atmosphere gathers, the sky descends a vision, such poetry and articles, it can be said that it is rare to see for decades and hundreds of years. ”

"I still don't believe it, even if Yang Chen is full of talent, he can't do this!"

Thinking in this way, confidence is naturally born, once a person has confidence, the mental outlook is a change, different, one by one the fighting spirit is high, the eyes are shining.

This is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

The scholars who arrived were thinking hard one by one, choosing words and making sentences, and they all wanted to take this opportunity to make a blockbuster, firstly, to increase the chances of entering Mafu as a gentleman, and secondly, to improve their literary name.

When the time comes, the blessing of the mind and the nourishment of the Shinto seeds can make the Shinto seeds take root and sprout, ignite the divine fire, and condense the supreme Godhead, and with the Godhead, you can be called a god.

What's more, every good poem, with the blessing of literary qi and the control of Shinto seeds, can be transformed into Confucianism, which has all kinds of incredible uses.

Suddenly, a light breeze rose, and the water rippled, rippling and rippling.

Looking at the water waves, some people were happy, took the lead, and made a poem.

"Yes, listen to me!"

Chunbo smiled lightly and a pool of softness,

Xizi Huansha has several autumns.

Stories have been told by people for thousands of years,

A pool of clear water is leisurely.

The poem was written quickly, and only the faint, wisps of literary atmosphere gathered and surged on the original manuscript, and did not turn into spiritual light and manifest outside.

"Gentleness!"

"It's well written, the first poem is so literary, and the rest is wonderful. ”

"Chunbo smiled lightly at a pool of softness, this sentence is written divinely, a pool of spring [water], isn't it silky to the bones?"

The author smiled reservedly: "I am throwing bricks and leading jade, the class door has an axe, and I am smiling and generous, here is Yang Dacai, who dares to say that the poems I wrote are good?"

Yang Chen had already recovered from the realm of heaven and man comprehension, and he was also thinking about how good it would be for him to pass this level with that poem, who knew that he was thinking quietly and did not provoke others.

Instead, others have brought the conversation to themselves.

And that's too much to say.

It's clear that it's to pull hatred for yourself, okay?

As these words landed, Yang Chen clearly felt that there were several unkind eyes falling on him.

Since ancient times, there is no second in martial arts, no first in literature, and it is almost impossible to overwhelm your peers and respect them for a lifetime.

"Huh!"

Yang Chen just smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing that one by one, everyone has already finished writing poems, but the original manuscript of the poems written did not lead to the literary atmosphere, and they surrendered their hands one by one, and did not hand them in, which only increased the humiliation and married others.

"Yang Caizi, your smile, is it because you are laughing at my bad writing?" The author who wrote a shallow smile of Chunbo and a pool of tenderness is triumphant and accepts the praise of others.

At this time, seeing Yang Chen smiling, he was in a bad mood inexplicably.

"Come to think of it, you have a peerless good word, and you can't look down on my shoddy poems, please read them out to the public, so that everyone can see them. ”

Everyone's eyes turned, and they all looked at Yang Chen.

Even the little guy in Tsing Yi, who had been standing still next to the pond and closing his eyes to recuperate, opened his eyes and stared at Yang Chen with a look of hope.

Yang Chen's name as a talented man, starting from the Xiyuan Dongmei Poetry Club, has risen to fame, and with a charcoal seller, Yang Chen's literary name has soared, almost a reader in Weicheng, and there is no one who doesn't know Yang Chen's name as a talented man.

Even some ordinary people have recited Yang Chen's poem of the charcoal seller.

The charcoal seller is easy to understand, catchy to read, and widely circulated in Weicheng.

"Huh!"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, opened his mouth and said: "It's also a coincidence, a few days ago, I had a feeling of reading, and I once made a small poem, and the scene is a little similar, so I will read this little poem, and please correct it." ”

The author who made a spring wave smile and a pool of softness, but he didn't believe that a poem written by Yang Chen at random could make the literary atmosphere linger, and he thought that today's poetry should be the first.

So he was a little arrogant, and said loudly: "Don't say much, hurry up and read out the little poem that you happened to have, whether it is good or bad, there are so many readers present, you can naturally know it at a glance." ”

Yang Chen smiled, didn't say much, took a step forward, calmed down, and read out the poems he had already thought of.

"Half an acre of square pond is opened!"

The crowd listened with bated breath.

The first sentence is decent, not good, but not bad.

But with this sentence, there were wisps of literary aura around Yang Chen's body.

"The sky and clouds wander together!"

The second sentence is also good.

However, the tone slowly thickened, the vitality around him fluctuated, and a wisp of breeze rose flat.

Glancing at the slowly flowing rockery spring, Yang Chen's voice suddenly rose high, and the loud and clear voice spread throughout the Ma Mansion.

"Ask the canal to be as clear as it is, for there is a source of living water. ”

When the poem was completed, the wind rose flat, the literary qi rolled into the air like wolf smoke, and the heaven and earth yuan qi swirled, pouring on Yang Chen's body.