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Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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The atmosphere in Xiyuan became very lively as Mr. Li's words fell to the ground. Everyone whispered, whispered, and discussed a lot.
"Since it is Dongmei Poetry Club, it is natural to use Dongmei as the theme and use poetry as a means. Everyone will show their talents and become famous. Those who win the championship will also get rich prizes."
"Of course, Mr. Li, Mr. Lu, and Mrs. Chen will decide whether every poem is good or bad. They will never play favoritism."
The greatest ability of a scholar is full of talent.
Now is a good time to display their abilities and show their talents. Everyone is full of energy and has a lot of money in hand, pointing out the country and stimulating the spirit of writing.
In front of Yang Chen, there was also a pen, ink, paper and inkstone sent by servants of the Li family.
Put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a table in front of you.
Yang Chen closed his eyes and meditated.
Other scholars also closed their eyes and meditated on how to write a wonderful poem.
And Yang Chen still doesn't have the ability to write a poem that can surpass others, but in his stomach, there are endless poems from another world.
There is also a magical good luck jade plate as the backing.
He can't write it, but he can be a copywriter.
One after another excellent poems flowed through his heart, allowing him to choose.
Soon, while others were thinking hard, he had already selected a poem with confidence.
After choosing, he didn't rush to write it down, but opened his eyes and looked around one by one.
But I saw that almost all the scholars were closing their eyes and meditating. Occasionally, there were a few, holding a brush in hand, frowning slightly, standing there undecided, the brush was covered with fragrant ink, and after writing a word, they went back and forth. After thinking about it, I continued to write.
However, what caught Yang Chen's attention the most was the performance of the four princes of Weicheng.
But Dongguo Sihai smiled at Lin Shushu: "Everyone has great talents in their chests, but I have little talent and learning, so I wrote a poem to attract jade."
Spread the paper, Dongguo Sihai has a calm face, the brush in his hand is like a finger arm, the pen moves like a dragon and snake, and falls on the paper, a burst of strength comes out through the paper, every word is like a machete, the momentum Vigorous and majestic.
Handwriting is a good handwriting, with its own style contained in the lines.
Xiao Tong turned his eyes and looked at the poem written by Dong Guo Sihai.
The name of the poem is very simple, only two words: Hongmei!
"This name is easy to understand, but it's also average. I don't know what the content is?"
Following Dong Guo Si Hai's writing, Xiao Tong read each word.
Just read this poem:
Peach and plum are not jealous of each other, but young people are different.It is still in the state of snow and frost, but it is not willing to be very red.
This song Hongmei is finished.
Concise and concise, easy to understand.
Xiao Tong was about to open his mouth to praise.
But I saw a flash of spiritual light flowing out from the paper, and this flash of spiritual light came out through the paper, as high as an adult's palm.
The aura flows and shines brightly.
A small poem is composed of aura, one by one luminous fonts, suspended above the paper.
"This is the aura of poetic success!"
"It's too powerful, worthy of being the head of the four princes!"
"Small poems are completed, and the aura floats!"
"Peaches and plums are not jealous of each other, but young people are different. They are still snowy and frosty, and they are not willing to be very popular. Good poetry, good poetry!"
"A rough explanation of the superficial meaning of this poem. If it is wrong, please correct me. The general meaning of this poem is that peaches and plums should not be jealous of my red plums. The appearance of red plums and peaches and plums is different. Hongmei has experienced Fengxue, there are still traces of snow on its body. But it still doesn't admit that its color is very red."
"Good solution, better writing!"
Mr. Li, Mrs. Chen, and Mr. Lu also saw this aura, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
"This poem has a spirit, a small poem is complete, and the light is floating. In our Weicheng, only Dongguo Sihai has such a talent. If the journey goes smoothly, our Great Zhou Dynasty will have another scholar who can ignite the fire. "
Mr. Li still admires Dongguo Sihai very much.
The floating shadow of the spiritual light only existed for a moment, then the stream of light dissipated, and the words of the small poem that emerged fell on the paper again, and the words on the paper were shining brightly.
"Good poem!" Xiao Tong praised.
"With such a poem, I don't even know what to write. Even if I write it, I'm embarrassed to show it."
Mr. Li also nodded, but his face was a little unhappy, and he thought: "What's going on with Dongguo Sihai, it's obviously here to serve as a foil, but you wrote such a spiritual poem, what can Lin Shushu do?"
It is simply too difficult to write a poem that is generated by aura, okay?
As soon as this poem is published, no one among scholars in Xiyuan can write a better masterpiece than this poem.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at Dongguo Sihai. Dongguo Sihai felt the eyes of Mr. Li, but he didn't feel any embarrassment.
Writing poetry requires the accumulation of talent, and also needs a little inspiration. When the spirit springs up, when you feel it, you will feel like a god when you write it.
Moreover, such poems become brilliant poems, even Dongguo Sihai seldom, rarely writes them.
He didn't even think that the poem he had crafted so carefully could have just written, and there would be two visions of spiritual light generation and spiritual light floating shadow.
At this time, he himself felt vaguely that with his poem, the 'Dongmei' Poetry Association in Xiyuan would also become famous all over the world because of his poem.
"As this poem is sung, more and more people know me. If all beings say it, there will be great luck blessing me in the dark. As time goes by, I will definitely be able to sense this power of thought."
"After I have a sense, I can gather incense and embark on the road to becoming a god."
It's a matter of becoming a god, Dongguo Sihai will never give it up, with today's reputation, he decided to fight hard, let's see, who can compete with the scholars in the audience?
As for Lin Shushu, it's just embarrassing.
Scholars confer gods, almost always take the road of incense conferring gods.
Few people become gods by sensing mountains, rivers, vegetation.
Of course, there are also emperors canonizing, and all living beings worship and become gods, but most of those gods become gods after death. I have never heard of the emperor canonizing a living person as a god.
After reading this poem by Dongguo Sihai, Lin Shushu also felt a little overwhelmed.
Isn't this a pig teammate?
Obviously I asked you to help me, why did you slap me in the face instead?
You won't just write about it casually, just as it suits the occasion.
Lin Shushu's heart sank when he saw the poem written by the inspiration.
He was not sure that the poems he prepared would definitely be better than Dong Guo Sihai's poems.
For a moment, his heart was a little heavy, and he didn't know whether to write out the poems he had prepared.
He was not sure that the poem he wrote would definitely be better than Dong Guo Sihai's.
How to do it?
Lin Shushu frowned.
(End of this chapter)
The contract has been mailed, please rest assured to collect, vote, and give rewards?
The atmosphere in Xiyuan became very lively as Mr. Li's words fell to the ground. Everyone whispered, whispered, and discussed a lot.
"Since it is Dongmei Poetry Club, it is natural to use Dongmei as the theme and use poetry as a means. Everyone will show their talents and become famous. Those who win the championship will also get rich prizes."
"Of course, Mr. Li, Mr. Lu, and Mrs. Chen will decide whether every poem is good or bad. They will never play favoritism."
The greatest ability of a scholar is full of talent.
Now is a good time to display their abilities and show their talents. Everyone is full of energy and has a lot of money in hand, pointing out the country and stimulating the spirit of writing.
In front of Yang Chen, there was also a pen, ink, paper and inkstone sent by servants of the Li family.
Put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a table in front of you.
Yang Chen closed his eyes and meditated.
Other scholars also closed their eyes and meditated on how to write a wonderful poem.
And Yang Chen still doesn't have the ability to write a poem that can surpass others, but in his stomach, there are endless poems from another world.
There is also a magical good luck jade plate as the backing.
He can't write it, but he can be a copywriter.
One after another excellent poems flowed through his heart, allowing him to choose.
Soon, while others were thinking hard, he had already selected a poem with confidence.
After choosing, he didn't rush to write it down, but opened his eyes and looked around one by one.
But I saw that almost all the scholars were closing their eyes and meditating. Occasionally, there were a few, holding a brush in hand, frowning slightly, standing there undecided, the brush was covered with fragrant ink, and after writing a word, they went back and forth. After thinking about it, I continued to write.
However, what caught Yang Chen's attention the most was the performance of the four princes of Weicheng.
But Dongguo Sihai smiled at Lin Shushu: "Everyone has great talents in their chests, but I have little talent and learning, so I wrote a poem to attract jade."
Spread the paper, Dongguo Sihai has a calm face, the brush in his hand is like a finger arm, the pen moves like a dragon and snake, and falls on the paper, a burst of strength comes out through the paper, every word is like a machete, the momentum Vigorous and majestic.
Handwriting is a good handwriting, with its own style contained in the lines.
Xiao Tong turned his eyes and looked at the poem written by Dong Guo Sihai.
The name of the poem is very simple, only two words: Hongmei!
"This name is easy to understand, but it's also average. I don't know what the content is?"
Following Dong Guo Si Hai's writing, Xiao Tong read each word.
Just read this poem:
Peach and plum are not jealous of each other, but young people are different.It is still in the state of snow and frost, but it is not willing to be very red.
This song Hongmei is finished.
Concise and concise, easy to understand.
Xiao Tong was about to open his mouth to praise.
But I saw a flash of spiritual light flowing out from the paper, and this flash of spiritual light came out through the paper, as high as an adult's palm.
The aura flows and shines brightly.
A small poem is composed of aura, one by one luminous fonts, suspended above the paper.
"This is the aura of poetic success!"
"It's too powerful, worthy of being the head of the four princes!"
"Small poems are completed, and the aura floats!"
"Peaches and plums are not jealous of each other, but young people are different. They are still snowy and frosty, and they are not willing to be very popular. Good poetry, good poetry!"
"A rough explanation of the superficial meaning of this poem. If it is wrong, please correct me. The general meaning of this poem is that peaches and plums should not be jealous of my red plums. The appearance of red plums and peaches and plums is different. Hongmei has experienced Fengxue, there are still traces of snow on its body. But it still doesn't admit that its color is very red."
"Good solution, better writing!"
Mr. Li, Mrs. Chen, and Mr. Lu also saw this aura, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
"This poem has a spirit, a small poem is complete, and the light is floating. In our Weicheng, only Dongguo Sihai has such a talent. If the journey goes smoothly, our Great Zhou Dynasty will have another scholar who can ignite the fire. "
Mr. Li still admires Dongguo Sihai very much.
The floating shadow of the spiritual light only existed for a moment, then the stream of light dissipated, and the words of the small poem that emerged fell on the paper again, and the words on the paper were shining brightly.
"Good poem!" Xiao Tong praised.
"With such a poem, I don't even know what to write. Even if I write it, I'm embarrassed to show it."
Mr. Li also nodded, but his face was a little unhappy, and he thought: "What's going on with Dongguo Sihai, it's obviously here to serve as a foil, but you wrote such a spiritual poem, what can Lin Shushu do?"
It is simply too difficult to write a poem that is generated by aura, okay?
As soon as this poem is published, no one among scholars in Xiyuan can write a better masterpiece than this poem.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at Dongguo Sihai. Dongguo Sihai felt the eyes of Mr. Li, but he didn't feel any embarrassment.
Writing poetry requires the accumulation of talent, and also needs a little inspiration. When the spirit springs up, when you feel it, you will feel like a god when you write it.
Moreover, such poems become brilliant poems, even Dongguo Sihai seldom, rarely writes them.
He didn't even think that the poem he had crafted so carefully could have just written, and there would be two visions of spiritual light generation and spiritual light floating shadow.
At this time, he himself felt vaguely that with his poem, the 'Dongmei' Poetry Association in Xiyuan would also become famous all over the world because of his poem.
"As this poem is sung, more and more people know me. If all beings say it, there will be great luck blessing me in the dark. As time goes by, I will definitely be able to sense this power of thought."
"After I have a sense, I can gather incense and embark on the road to becoming a god."
It's a matter of becoming a god, Dongguo Sihai will never give it up, with today's reputation, he decided to fight hard, let's see, who can compete with the scholars in the audience?
As for Lin Shushu, it's just embarrassing.
Scholars confer gods, almost always take the road of incense conferring gods.
Few people become gods by sensing mountains, rivers, vegetation.
Of course, there are also emperors canonizing, and all living beings worship and become gods, but most of those gods become gods after death. I have never heard of the emperor canonizing a living person as a god.
After reading this poem by Dongguo Sihai, Lin Shushu also felt a little overwhelmed.
Isn't this a pig teammate?
Obviously I asked you to help me, why did you slap me in the face instead?
You won't just write about it casually, just as it suits the occasion.
Lin Shushu's heart sank when he saw the poem written by the inspiration.
He was not sure that the poems he prepared would definitely be better than Dong Guo Sihai's poems.
For a moment, his heart was a little heavy, and he didn't know whether to write out the poems he had prepared.
He was not sure that the poem he wrote would definitely be better than Dong Guo Sihai's.
How to do it?
Lin Shushu frowned.
(End of this chapter)
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