"What a handsome boy!"

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng twice, and said with a smile: "You volunteered to stand up, there must be something great to share with everyone, you, say it." ”

Chen Feng covered up the embarrassment in his heart with a smile.

I didn't know who bumped into him in the back just now, so he rushed out, but the old man thought that he was going to come out to compose a poem.

He is a science student with the lowest Chinese scores all the year round, and he has a headache when he sees a book, and it is really difficult for him to improvise poetry.

"Brother Xiaofeng, come on!" Su Xinyao waved her pink fist, her little face full of excitement.

"Let's do it!"

"Young man, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Such a young child can write poetry, this person can't do it, right?"

Chen Feng looked at the white-haired old man and said truthfully: "Senior, I don't know how to compose poems, at most, I can only memorize two sentences." ”

"It's okay to memorize poems, then you can memorize them. ”

With the consent of the white-haired old man, Chen Feng looked at the beautiful East Lake, and recited Su Shi's "Drinking the Lake After the Rain".

"The water is shining and the sun is good,

The mountains are empty and rainy. ”

After reciting the first two lines of the poem, Chen Feng paused, glanced at the white-haired old man and the reactions of everyone, and then continued to reverse:

"If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi,

Light makeup is always suitable. ”

After reciting the poem, Chen Feng looked at the white-haired old man with a smile: "Senior, I'm done reciting." ”

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng, and there was no change in expression on his face, but there were turbulent waves hidden in his widening pupils.

And looking around at the people present, they were all stunned, as if they were out of their bodies.

Chen Feng was a little puzzled.

It's just that I memorized a poem, and these people were stunned, what does it mean?

It was at this time.

Bang Bang Bang!

Suddenly I remembered a thunderous applause.

It was the white-haired old man who took the lead in applauding.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Everyone present also admired Chen Feng.

"The export is a chapter, and the talent is extraordinary!"

"This poem is also too awesome!"

"I'm so talented at a young age, I don't dare to write poetry in the future. ”

"This poem is half the level of Fan Lao, right?"

"More than half, I think the level is far better than those poems written by Fan Lao!"

Chen Feng was almost stupid when he heard it.

He just memorized a poem by Su Shi, why did everyone present start to praise him for his talent?

He looked at Su Xinyao suspiciously.

Xiao Niluo looked at him with a fascinated face, and her two eyes the size of crystal grapes were full of adoration.

What the hell is going on here?

It's obviously an ancient poem that elementary school students can recite aloud, why are these people like they haven't heard it?

syllable

syllable

Syllable!

The white-haired old man stood up while applauding, and said approvingly to Chen Feng: "Young man, this poem of yours is really wonderful!"

A broad palm rested on Chen Feng's shoulder.

Especially in these last two sentences, if you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup, this ethereal and apt metaphor brilliantly outlines the charm of the lake. ”

"Senior, I didn't write this poem, I memorized it. Chen Feng explained truthfully.

But the white-haired old man didn't seem to hear Chen Feng's explanation.

He frowned, pointed to the lake in front of him and said to Chen Feng: "It's just that this lake is called East Lake, but what you write in this poem is West Lake, where is West Lake, if you change it to East Lake, will it be more appropriate?"

The white-haired old man spoke with a very serious expression, not like he was joking.

Someone on the side chimed in: "If you want to compare Donghu to Xizi, Fan Lao, is this Xizi also going to change?"

"Xizi. The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng and asked with a meaningful smile, "This Xizi, is it your girlfriend?"

"Ahem!" Chen Feng coughed and shook his head again and again, "Senior, Xizi is Xi Shi, a beauty of the Yue Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period." ”

"Since it's not your girlfriend, if you change her to Dongzi, you shouldn't have an opinion, right?"

I want to compare Donghu to Dongzi.

Of course, Chen Feng has no opinion.

I'm afraid that Su Shi and his old man's coffin board can't be suppressed, right?

"Senior, I really didn't write this poem, I just memorized it. ”

Chen Feng thought that the white-haired old man had never read this poem, and reminded in a low voice: "This is written by Su Shi, "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Rain", if you don't believe it, you can check it on the Internet yourself." ”

The people on the side laughed.

"I've checked it a long time ago, and there is no such poem on the Internet at all. ”

"Is it so hard to admit that you wrote a good poem yourself?"

"It's too low-key!"

"Our Rongcheng is really full of literati, as a Rongcheng person, I am proud!"

Everyone present was full of praise for this poem.

From the expressions on their faces, it didn't look like they were acting.

Chen Feng immediately took out his mobile phone and searched it.

it!

Shocked!

There really isn't this poem on the Internet.

Even Su Shi couldn't find it.

Swallowing his saliva silently, Chen Feng hurriedly entered Li Bai again, and found that there was no such person.

Next are the great poets such as Du Mu, Li He, Li Shangyin, etc., and I can't find any information about them on the Internet.

Hell yes.

Chen Feng remembered that he just had a car accident, not a crossing, how could he wake up, these great poets in history no longer exist?

"Young man, this poem of yours is very good, and if I bring this poem to the Writers' Association, it will definitely cause quite a stir. ”

The white-haired old man smiled and asked, "Oh, by the way, have you joined the Writers' Association?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "No, I don't have that qualification." ”

"No, you have, just by virtue of the poem you just wrote, the level is already higher than most of the authors in the Writers' Association. ”

The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng and asked seriously, "Then I invite you to join the Writers' Association, will you agree?"

"Me?"

Chen Feng is now a little skeptical about life.

"Fan Lao is the vice chairman of the Writers' Association, he invited you, that is your honor!"

"How many people want to join the Writers' Association are not qualified, what are you hesitating about?"

"Isn't it too hasty to join the Writers' Association with just one poem?"

Su Xinyao stepped forward and said excitedly: "Brother Xiaofeng, it's a good thing to join the Writers' Association, what are you hesitating about?"

Chen Feng glanced at Fan Lao and frowned slightly: "Senior, this matter, you allow me to think about it again." ”

"Okay, give you time to think about it. ”

The white-haired old man sat down on the chair: "By the way, copy the poem you wrote just now on paper and give it to me, and I'll take it to the writer's association, you, don't you have any opinions?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "Senior, it's good if you're happy." ”

said so, but Chen Feng still had a lot of doubts in his heart.

He used Su Xinyao's mobile phone to search again, and found that he couldn't find these great poets either.

Could it be that these great poets who have been famous for centuries, those famous sentences, have disappeared from this world?

That's, isn't it?

"This poem wasn't written by this kid at all!" At this moment, an angry voice rang out.