Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 1018

  Avoiding the crowd, Bai Shan asked Man Bao quietly, "Who did your fifth brother sell Mo Ju to?"

Man Bao carefully recalled it for a while, and it took a long time to recall, "It seems that it was the King of Luzhou, because Yin may have said that the relationship between King Luzhou and King Yizhou is good. I asked people in the drugstore. This King of Luzhou sounds like a special Money, so I asked Brother Fifth to sell him the flowers, and the one who sold him was Mo Ju."

  Bai Shan nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help but quietly beat people up. What is the relationship between the Mo Huiyuan or the organizer of this poem meeting and the King of Luzhou?

  As a result, Lu Xiaofo teased him and said: "This is a small poetry club. What does it have to do with the King of Luzhou?"

He said: "The king of Luzhou is a feudal king. To avoid taboos, he will not hold literary and poetry clubs abroad. At most, his family members will hold a flower appreciation feast in their own garden. Those of us obviously can't get in."

  Bai Shan looked at him and said, “Aren’t you a descendant of Lu, why can’t you get in?”

  Lu Xiaofo laughed at himself and said: "It's just a side branch. It's already a parent's yin to be able to enter Guozixue with grace."

He glanced at Bai Shan, thinking that they were two years older than him, and they were in the same situation, so he couldn't help but reminded: "When we can enter Guozixue, we have already taken a lot of steps ahead of others. You are so young. Little, there is really no need to be so anxious to run official affairs."

  Bai Shan looked up at him for a while, then nodded.

  Lu Xiaofo knew at a glance that he had not followed his advice, and he just smiled and didn't say much.

  Simple friendships are not easy to speak deeply, and he has done his friendship with friends with just a word of reminder.

  Peng Zhiru walked quickly and waved with the two of them: "Walk around, there is a problem in the atrium, I heard that several gentlemen have been invited to cut the poem."

  Bai Shan went over with them, Man Bao had already found a place to study ink, and he took a pen to write a poem on the paper, while Bai Erlang was biting the pen in distress.

  Bai Shan walked over and took a closer look at the topic hanging outside the pavilion. It was very tacky, with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the topic.

   Looking down at Man Bao's poem, he nodded.

  Man Bao handed him the pen after he finished writing, took her poems, and spread a blank sheet of paper to him and said: "You can write it."

  She gave her poem to Bai Erlang and asked him to hand it in, "Okay, don't be embarrassed if you can't figure it out, and hand it in for me."

   Bai Erlang glanced at her inscription, only wrote a week, then asked: "Why don't you write your full name?"

  Man Bao looked around, and sighed sadly: "Poetry is not my strong point. Well, this poem can be appreciated together. Don't be embarrassed to fight for some place."

  Since there is no competition for fame, there is no need to sign the full name.

  Bai Erlang read her poem once, hehe happily said: "I know, your poem is not mediocre. Anyway, you can't make a name. If you don't write your name, you won't write it."

  "It's better than what you can't even write."

  Shirajiro:...

  Bai Shan pursed his lips and grinned as he listened to the sidelines, and then he was silent for a while before writing down.

  Mr. Zhuang said when analysing verses with them that good poems are never empty words, words always exist, and good poems cannot be produced by simply piling up words.

  True good poetry is aspirational and lyrical. Just like strategy and theory, it needs to have something to say, and it must be sentimental to move.

  Before he came, he thought about what problems could be raised during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

   is not the moon, it is the laurel tree, or the Mid-Autumn Festival that includes everything.

  But what is his ambition as a thirteen-year-old boy, and what is his sentiment?

  Naturally there are, but no one knows it, and what he wrote is not as good as he intended.

  But it’s always better than just eating and playing.

  Bai Shan touched the ink, and slowly started writing...

  Man Bao chased Bai Erlang away. He turned his head and saw that Bai Shan had been silent all the time. He couldn't help taking a step forward and saw that he was writing the fifth sentence.

  Man Bao read, and couldn't help being silent.

Bai Shan finished the last sentence, turned his head to Man Bao’s eyes, with tears still in his eyes, he smiled and nodded, put the pen down, then dried the ink, and handed it back to Man Bao’s poem. Baijiro, "This is a poem that I could not sleep last night, I just changed two more words, I think it is slightly better than last night."

  Man Bao nodded and said, "It's done very well."

Shirajiro, who had just returned, was stuffed with a piece of paper again, and couldn't help but burst out: "Although I can't write it out, don't you always ask me to hand in poems, it's very embarrassing."

  Man Bao glanced at him, took the paper back, glanced back and forth, and then said to Bai Shan: "First sign the poem, I think your poem is very good, and it will be judged."

   Baijiro went to read it with his head, and his voice diminished as he read. Although his own ability to compose poems is not very good, he still has the ability to appreciate and analyze.

  He couldn't help but look up at Bai Shan, "Is this made by himself?"

  Bai Shan raised his eyelids and said, "Can I still copy others?"

   "No, I suspect that this was discussed by the two of you. How can one write so well, and isn't this also full of treasures?"

  Man Bao couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up and said: “You really think, I want to make such a good poem by myself, but I don’t have the ability yet.”

  Not far away, Peng Zhiru finished writing and was about to take it to hand it in. Seeing them get together and talking in a lively manner, he walked over and asked, "Are you all done?"

  Man Baodao: "I handed it in. You see, this was written by Bai Shan."

  Peng Zhiru looked down at the poem, and glanced at Bai Shan in surprise, "You wrote this?"

  Bai Shan nodded.

   Peng Zhiru was silent for a while, then rubbed the poem in his hand and threw it aside, and smiled: "Then I can't take this poem out to show my ugliness."

Although Bai Shan’s poems are better than both Bai Erlang and Man Bao, in fact Mr. Zhuang said that they are not very good at writing poetry, so it is the first time that he was praised by people other than Man Bao Bai Erlang. Live reddish.

  Peng Zhiru smiled when he saw it, and said, "Brother Bai, why don't you hand it in now?"

   Baijiro volunteered, "I will go for you."

   After talking, I pulled the paper and ran away.

  Lu Xiaofo has finished writing, and he walked over and asked, “How well is it written? Let me listen to it, and I will decide if I want to rub this poem too.”

Although the three of them were admitted to Guozixue together, his ranking is still behind Bai Shan, and he and Peng Zhiru later went to read the posted articles. Seriously, Bai Shan's paper is not worse than Peng Zhiru's. Especially on two points, there is nothing wrong with his Tie Jing and Mo Yi, and Peng Zhiru's Mo Yi also missed a sentence.

  As for policy theory, the two of them have discussed in private that Bai Shan's words are not inferior to Peng Zhiru's, and his writing is better than Peng Zhiru's.

  The two of them guessed at the time that the reason why Bai Shan fell in second place was probably because he was too young, and he had just entered Beijing and he hadn't beaten his fame.

  At that time, Peng Zhiru had already visited many people in Beijing, and he had gained some fame.

  Lu Xiaofo has always known that among the three of them, Bai Shan is actually the strongest. He is very curious about what this poem he wrote is like.

It should have been updated earlier, but, but, I was looking crazy to find a poem that fits Bai Shan. I won’t change it for the time being tonight. I’m going to get this poem that can make Bai Shan famous. , Lack of knowledge

Good night

  (End of this chapter)