"Jian Wenbai, you can eat nonsense, you can't talk nonsense, these poems were just thought up by the master, which ones were written by predecessors?"

Xiao Ge said angrily: "Okay, now give you a chance to tell which predecessors these poems come from, or from that poetry collection, if you can't say it, the master will knock out your teeth!"

I'm plagiarizing, what can you do with me?

Master said a long time ago, this is a poem from another world, you go and find a place, just look for it, I'm not afraid!

Jian Wenbai didn't know who it was from, which collection of poems, he just doubted, and then couldn't help but shout out.

So when Xiao Ge asked, he was speechless.

Zhou Zhou Xian didn't understand poetry, but it seemed counterintuitive for Xiao Ge to write poems casually, he looked at the three judges and said: "Taishan Beidou in Yangzhou poetry is here, why do you two have to argue, just ask the three masters to know." ”

Xia Song, Xu Zhu, and Mei Zaitin shook their heads.

Mei Zaitian got up and said: "This little family seems to be confident, no matter what kind of poems are spoken, they will become wonderful poems, this kind of poetry efficiency is rare in the world. However, he is only more than ten years old, and his poems are full of vicissitudes and tramplings, which is really incomprehensible!"

That's a slick thing to say.

I don't know where these poems come from, but I suspect you didn't write them, and why, I just said.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Xiao Ge and waited for him to explain, but Xiao Ge smiled and said, "May I ask the three judges, who did you find those poems, or which poetry collection?"

Xia Song said: "The old man has never heard of it, it must indeed be from you!"

"Then what nonsense, hurry up and sentence Jian Wenbai to lose, and let him take out 500,000 spirit stones and get out!"

So straightforward?

But you still lack an explanation from everyone!

Mei Zaitian said: "Jian Wenbai did lose, but don't you explain what is going on with the vicissitudes and stumbles in these poems?"

"Encountering walls everywhere in life, how can a teenager not experience vicissitudes!"

Xiao Ge suddenly said seriously: "You wait for fine clothes and jade food, naturally you don't understand the sadness and helplessness of the suffering. Life is very realistic, it doesn't stop torturing you just because you're a teenager, and you can't stop experiencing these tortures just because you're a teenager. I've been living alone since I was thirteen?????? Forget it, it's all tears!?????? Before the sword, the rivers and lakes are in the blink of an eye. I wish to go through a thousand sails and return as a young man. ”

Oh, my God!

It's another chapter of exporting into a god.

Good sentence

I wish to go through a thousand sails and return as a young man.

At this time, no one doubted that Xiao Ge had not experienced vicissitudes, and their suspicions gradually faded, replaced by a kind of admiration.

Jian Wenbai paid the money and admitted defeat, and Xiao Ge said again: "That's all, next time anyone says that I plagiarized without real evidence, I can't spare him! You insult me, I can bear it, but I represent the second son today, your insult to me is an insult to Fujifu, I can't bear this!"

As soon as Xiao Ge said this, he immediately raised the tone a lot, and the person who spoke in the future had to think clearly before speaking.

Zhou Xian dared to scold Teng Kai in Qiushui Building, but he didn't dare to directly contradict Fuji Mansion because he was not qualified.

So Zhou Zhou Xian smiled and said, "It's funny, it's funny, let's hurry up and play!"

From beginning to end, Fuji Xiong quietly watched the poetry competition, he felt that Teng Kai and this little family were not simple, it was obvious that they had dug a pit in the pit spirit stone.

He doesn't understand poetry either, but he thinks that the poems recited by Xiao Jiading are really good, and there is a feeling of immersion.

Where did Teng Kai dig up this little housekeeper?

"It's polite!"

Shen Yangshu arched his hand and said: "Heaven is impermanent, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are often raging, and the theme of rain is in the fall, please compose a poem for your little friend!"

Xiao Ge took a deep breath and said, "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the town of Tavo is heavy. ”

Silent!

Silence at this moment is admiration.

Everyone seemed to be reminded of a spring rain in the town of Tevo.

The rain moistens things in time, and the people are full of joy.

Shen Yangshu bowed deeply, handed over the spirit stone, turned around and retreated.

The pressure on the people behind is even greater, and from Xingchang to the theme of missing relatives, Xiao Ge casually recited: "Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is more thoughtful." The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

Needless to say, Tao Wenhao, Bao Hongcai, and Rao Zhi came up with questions, and Xiao Ge also became famous casually.

Finally, there is Xian Junchi, who took the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme.

Speaking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Ge is full of sourness.

When I was a child, every Mid-Autumn Festival, their family was the happiest time, because this day was also Li Qian's birthday.

He remembered that on this night, the family always sat in the courtyard and looked at the moon together.

The father asked the moon for wine, and the mother told them the story of Chang'e in the Moon Palace, while Li Qian closed her eyes and made a wish seriously.

What a day of reunion!

But now that the moon is in the sky, his relatives are thousands of miles away, and his heart is as empty as a reed on the wall, swaying from side to side.

The long gate of longing was opened, and the shadows of relatives seemed to be right in front of them, but they were even more far-reaching and profound.

A person's Mid-Autumn Festival is not a festival, it is lonely!

And loneliness is a disease, a trauma that only loved ones can heal.

Xiao Ge unconsciously wandered to the wine table, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it with his head up, then crushed it, raised his head and chanted: "When is the bright moon?" I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together.

This is a reverie to break through the barriers of space and reunite separated relatives.

The applause suddenly rang out and lasted for a long time.

They could see that Xiao Gesi's desire was too deep and too persistent.

Xiao Ge won the poetry contest with one pick seven, and it stands to reason that there is no need to compare Teng Kai again, but Ran Hui moved his mind.

He felt that Xiao Ge was good, but not necessarily Teng Kaiwen, although they were convinced to lose, it was not bad to let Teng Kai lose himself.

"The vine mansion is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, an inconspicuous family is a chapter, presumably the second son must be a poet. I'll listen to you, and ask the second son to give me a masterpiece!"

Teng Kai and Xiao Ge looked at each other and smiled.

We knew you were going to sing this one, and we were ready for you.

How many would you like to hear?

Are three songs for you?

Teng Kai pretended to be very deep and said: "When I wrote this poem, I thought of my grandfather and his days of golden iron horses?????? We young people should not waste our time, but should go to the barracks and do something earth-shattering!"

Then Fuji Kai recited emotionally: "Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp." Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. ”

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

Oh, my God!

It's all casual and secondary.

Don't let people live!