Unremarkable Big Brother

"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."

The saint's voice sounded, it was all what Lu Changsheng said, the Wen Pagoda roared, and then the eight doors opened by themselves, inviting scholars from all over the world to come in and write poems.

All of a sudden, I don't know how many talented men and women walked in, and many monks also went in one after another.

The pagoda is a Taoist artifact. It doesn't look very big from the outside, but when you walk in, it's very empty.

It can accommodate [-] people.

"Brother, shall we go in?"

Junior Sister Yunrou asked like this.

Lu Changsheng nodded, it's okay to go in and have a look, just to see if Wang Fugui has improved over the years.

soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Wen Pagoda.

On the wall of the pagoda, there are sheets of white paper, on which the topic is written, and the poem is written on the topic. If it is neat and approved by Wenta, you can go upstairs. If you can't, you can only stay.

"Junior Brother Fugui, please write a poem quickly. This question is quite good. It uses Daxue as the word."

On the side, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to compose a poem.

"Brother Qingfeng, wait a moment, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the grease from his mouth, but frowned, looking at the question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the grass and trees are frozen, the poor are covered with blankets, and the rich and noble enjoy the snow scenery."

When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed even more, feeling like sharing the worries of the people.

Liu Qingfeng at the side fell silent.

Not only did he fall into silence, but the talented scholars around him were also stunned.

Only a few followers heard cheers.

"Good poems, good poems, son, this poem, the first two sentences are described in a simple way, and the last two sentences describe the poverty of the people in the world. It's a good bed. It is vivid and reasonable. I admire the small ones, and I really admire the small ones." .”

"Yes, yes, poor people can only shiver under the blanket when it snows heavily, while rich people enjoy the snow scene. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor. It is really a great literati also."

"It's hard to imagine that Wang Gongzi is not only handsome, but also so good at writing poems. He is really talented, really talented."

A few attendants bit the bullet and praised, "It's really not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this."

"Brother Qingfeng, how about this poem?"

Wang Fugui blushed and asked Nei Liu Qingfeng.

And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, and to be honest, he really didn't have much research on poetry. Although he didn't think Wang Fugui's poem was very good, the problem was that these followers said it quite well.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave him an affirmative look and said, "It's pretty good, with the demeanor of Senior Brother Changsheng."

He said so.

Lu Changsheng on the side fell into silence again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's poetry writing ability is still so touching.

Sighed.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as the talents continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which meant that Wenta did not recognize their poems.

In this way, time passed bit by bit.

A full hour passed.

Hundreds of thousands of talents gathered, but none of them made it to the second floor.

Outside the Wenta, all the people or monks in the entire capital looked at Wenta.

It's been an hour, and no one can reach the second floor.

This is very rare. Normally, someone might go upstairs within a quarter of an hour.

It's been an hour, and no one can break through successfully.

It is very puzzling.

Just like that, after another half an hour, it was already late at night, and theoretically someone should have climbed the tower.

It may be exaggerated to climb to the top, but there must be at least thirty or forty floors, right?

But there are hundreds of thousands of talented people, there is no shortage of people with real literary talent, but they still can't make it to the second floor, which is really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded slowly.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, and a lonely boat is a dwarf, fishing for snow in the cold river alone."

The voice sounded, calm and beautiful.

Twenty words describe the lonely snow scene.