Ye Xingyuan lowered his head all the way, not caring about these people's small methods, he had a belly full of poems that were shocking to the world, but he knew very well that this world was in strict order, and he would not casually throw it out to make a false name. He was a cautious man, and good poetry must be used where necessary, and today it seems that the time is appropriate.

Sheng Benqi looked at him, and his heart became more and more proud, this chick must have begun to search for dry intestines, and began to think about what old-fashioned verses to use to fool the test. Thinking of the scene where Ye Xingyuan stammered and couldn't say a word later, and everyone laughed, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In front of the tomb of Xiangjun, pine and cypress Sensen. The tombstone is also engraved with a small poem by Xiangjun before his death: "The concubine rides the oil wall car, and Lang rides the green horse." Where to knot the concentric, under the pines and cypresses of Xiling".

The rules of the poetry club are simple, and these have long been precedents, and some people have listed them one by one, "Everyone present, as long as they are reading friends, must compose a poem and recite it in front of Xiangjun's tomb and incinerate it." If it can attract Xiangjun to look down, it will naturally be a well-deserved first, if not, then please evaluate it with everyone present, and determine the ranking?"

Someone added, "Today is the first time that Brother Ye Xian has come to Xiangjun Tomb, and the feeling must be the deepest, in my opinion, I will ask Brother Ye Xian to present a poem at the end, Brother Sheng Xian is before him, so as to show our sincerity to Xiangjun, what do you think?"

Everyone applauded loudly, and Ye Xingyuan didn't even have time to show humility before he got this finale opportunity.

I really want to roast him on the fire. Ye Xingyuan glanced at Sheng Benqi, and sighed in his heart, this scholar has forgotten the justice of heaven and justice, and only knows how to play this kind of small trick, no wonder he has a little talent, but he can't be admitted to Tongsheng for ten years. The heart is crooked, what can I do?

If it is mixed in with everyone, even if Ye Xingyuan comes up with a poem that is not very good, then everyone is at the same level, and they will not receive as much attention. But the finale that everyone is looking forward to, as long as it is a little mediocre, is pressed down by Sheng Benqi's poems, it will be ridiculed, and if it is even worse, I am afraid that it will be greatly derogated and become a fool.

The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and the road is difficult. Ye Xingyuan was quite emotional, but most of the things in the world are like this, since you want to choose this path, it is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and people want to use themselves as stepping stones, so you can't blame yourself for stepping on other people's shoulders.

At this time, the poetry meeting has kicked off, and the scholars with Jiecai know that they can't compete for the position of the finale behind, so they do the poems early in the morning, and recite them in front of Xiangjun's tomb first, which can be regarded as leaving a little impression, otherwise in the middle, there are many poems, who can still remember them.

Ye Xingyuan listened to the two songs, and had to admit that Mengsheng's level was nothing more than that, being able to rhyme words and sentences, and being able to fit well was already good, as for the far-reaching idea, the subtlety of the words, and the longevity of the rhyme, that was something that there was no need to count on at all.

It's no wonder that people like Sheng Benqi are able to stand out among these people. The overall level of poetry in this world is not too high, probably because literati pay more attention to the relationship between moral articles.

But the yearning for beauty leads to the same end, and the really good poems can soon be sung all over the world, and the poet's literary name can also swish up. That being the case, his brilliant words, as long as they are used properly, will certainly be of greater help to him.

Ye Xingyuan was sure in his heart, listening to these clichés, he felt even more bored, and at the moment he was looking at his nose and nose, and he was there to close his eyes and recuperate.

Sheng Benqi didn't know what to do, but he was so scared that he couldn't hide the smile on his face anymore. Thinking about the poems that had been done a few days ago and had been revised, I was beaming with pride, and kept fantasizing about the picture that was touted by everyone.

If Ye Xingyuan's literary name is suppressed here, then the nobles in the county should always be satisfied, right?

During the long and boring course of the poetry meeting, a group of readers recited poems in front of Xiangjun's tomb, either impassioned, or lingering, or grief-stricken, but they performed very hard. It's a pity that the quality of the poem itself is like that, and it is very atmospheric to entertain yourself, but Ye Xingyuan can't be interested.

Of course, this is also expected by Sheng Ben - the people invited today have also been selected, and there are no too good people, so as not to get in the way of himself. Seeing that it is about to be his turn, there is no poem that can be on the same level as him, and he is even more arrogant.

When more than a dozen people finished composing poems, and finally it was time for Sheng Benqi to play, he pretended to walk to the high platform in front of the tomb, and made a quartet, "You are good poems, I have appreciated the wonders, and I only feel that my teeth and cheeks are fragrant." Zhuyu is in front, and it is really difficult for me to compose poems again. ”

He also has a deep way to retreat into the method of advancement, at this time, of course, he has to pretend, so that people can be forced to write poems again. Ye Xingyuan also knew that this line was bound to be robbed by him, so he didn't care, anyway, there must be a nursery to beg Sheng Benqi to compose a poem for a while, otherwise he would not be able to step down.

Sure enough, someone immediately shouted, "With Brother Sheng here, where can what we do be considered poetry?" Please Brother Sheng, don't be humble, hurry up and record the masterpiece, don't make our generation wait for a long time!"

Hearing the echoing voice from the audience, Sheng Benqi was proud in his heart, and he had to pretend to be a last resort, "Since the monarchs are so loving, they can only offer ugliness in the future, but"

He paused, and turned his ill-intentioned gaze to Ye Xingyuan, "We have a poetry meeting today, praising Xiangjun, there are more than a dozen poems, and if they continue to overlap like this, I am afraid that Xiangjun will not like it."

I thought, I and the next Brother Ye Xian, we don't need to use common words such as 'Fang Soul', 'Red Face', 'Thin Life', etc., to come up with new ideas, or can Bo Xiangjun smile?"

Sheng Benqi made a decision for Ye Xingyuan, he already had a draft in his heart, of course he was not afraid, but Ye Xingyuan, the chick, was separated from these vulgar words, but he was afraid that he would not be able to make even a single poem!

He turned his head, expecting to see Ye Xingyuan's pale face.

Ye Xingyuan still lowered his head, not caring about what he said at all. He wanted to compose poetry, but he didn't even think of using these words, and Sheng Benqi still wanted to use this to make things difficult for him, which was really ridiculous.

Seeing Ye Xingyuan's reaction, Sheng Benqi was a little regretful, but he was quite satisfied when he heard the praise and cheers of the readers in the audience.

Sheng Benqi held his head high, took the pen and paper, and recited aloud while waving his luck and aura:

"The grass in the old incense is separated, and only the night moon in Xiling knows.

The words are more affectionate to hang the ancients, and the ghost bowels are broken to see the inscription poem.

The vicissitudes of life and the lake are still green, and the thousand-year-old dream is still doubtful.

Who believes in the Divine Mountain Scattered Flower Girl, now the ghost fire is on the glass. ”

He didn't know how many times he copied this song at home, but now it was done in one go, and the rhyme was coherent.

The so-called dwarf pulls out the general, compared with the previous works, he does have a higher idea and a better standard, and the readers who know the goods are full of appreciation. Coupled with the deliberate cheers of the nurses below, it also attracted the onlookers who did not know the truth to applaud together, which increased the momentum of the original.

"Brother Ye Xian, I'll throw bricks and lead the jade, and then it's your turn!" Sheng Benqi's face was full of red light in the cheers, and he turned to Ye Xingyuan beside him, and there was already an irrepressible provocation in his words. At this time, he didn't have to hide it, he just needed to wait to see Ye Xingyuan's jokes.

After listening to Sheng Benqi's poem, Ye Xingyuan only left four words in his heart, "But so", and felt that using his own poems to deal with this kind of opponent was a bit of a knife to kill chickens, but the lion fought the rabbit with all his might, and this Xiangjun poem was the finale of the meeting, and he accepted it unceremoniously.

Ye Xingyuan doesn't talk much nonsense, poetry will be judged by poetry, and words are useless. He took the brush from Sheng Benqi's hand, pulled a blank piece of paper, and put down the pen after a little thought, of course, he did not forget to carry the aura.

A pen is three or three six words, "Youlan dew, like crying eyes"

He paused, chanted, and started a new line.

"Is this a three-character poem?" Some people were surprised, starting with a three-character poem, mostly ancient style poems, simple and vigorous, and few people in the world today write like this. This Ye Xingyuan actually didn't honestly write close-up poems, what tricks did he want to play?

Sheng Benqi snorted disdainfully from his nose, this kid knows that he can't write poetry, so he wants to sensationalize, don't go off the beaten path?

It's not that easy, the old-fashioned mutations are more difficult for beginners to control, and the things that can't be written are even more decent, so you have to mock him fiercely when the time comes.

But there were also people who calmed down, frowned and pondered, and felt the desolation contained in these six words, and they actually felt something in their hearts, as if there was a sour meaning from their chests.

Ye Xingyuan didn't care about the reaction of the audience at all, he was confident, and without the slightest hesitation, he then chanted and wrote the next verses:

"Nothing is concentric, and fireworks are unbearable.

The grass is like a tree, and the pine is like a cover.

The wind is the clothes, and the water is the wear.

Oil-walled cars, night to night.

Cold green candles, glorious labor.

Under Xiling, the wind blows and rains. ”

Except for the second couplet, which is five words, six of the 46 characters in the whole poem are three-character broken sentences, which is an unprecedented style! Most of them are purely white descriptions, concise and concise, and there is not a single word mentioning love and soul, except for the first sentence, there is not even a mention of "people", but the image of Xiangjun who has been looking forward to it is vividly outlined.

Ye Xingyuan finished writing these forty-six words in one go, gently put down his pen, shook the poem in the wind, walked to Xiangjun's tomb, stroked the poem, sighed, and slowly threw himself into the burning brazier.

The flames burst up, and the words turned into green smoke, curling up to the sky, hovering in the air, and not going for a long time.

Ye Xingyuan raised his head and stared at the smoke and dust in the air, and did not move for a long time. The audience was also silent, and they didn't know how to judge this poem.

Most people are still basking in the melancholy of this quirky short poem, and they have not reacted to it. Although I can't understand the format, I can always experience a poignant and lonely feeling.

"This Brother Ye Xian's words are wonderful. Some people can't figure out the charm of the poem, so they can only praise Ye Xingyuan's words first.

Ye Xingyuan's original calligraphy skills are excellent, this period of time to copy the universe Feng, get its strong and vigorous brushwork, the level is even more advanced, there is already a momentum of its own, over time, just this calligraphy, he will become everyone. Seeing him burn the manuscript of the poem, many people felt that it was a pity.

"It's just this poem" The person who spoke first looked left and right, wanting to wait for someone more authoritative to make an evaluation first.