"Xiao Han, this is what you wrote? How can I get a little dizzy......"

Old Man Lu looked at Xiao Han directly.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that this poem was coming from the mouth of this little guy in front of him, who was a bit of a philistine and a little scoundrel!

"Yes! Uncle Lu, you don't know, the songs "Drunk and Lying on the Battlefield" and "Mother's Hand" were all written by Xiao Han! ”

Xiao Han heard Old Man Lu's question, but before he could speak, Xue Pan had already jumped out and answered his words with a proud face.

And, look at the way she looks! I know that I am happy for Xiao Han, but I don't know, I think these poems are written by her.

"What? Those two songs too?! ”

At this moment, Old Man Lu's voice suddenly rose! attracted a lot of people to look at it, but his whole person looked at Xiao Han carefully again as if he was looking at a monster!

You must know that these poems were also widely circulated in Chang'an!

However, Xiao Han, the author, was selectively forgotten by some people for various reasons, and did not circulate with the poem! So Old Man Lu has always only known poetry, not the author!

Now, when Old Man Lu heard these songs at first glance, they were also from Xiao Han's hand, he was really shocked!

How so? These poems are either impassioned or tactful and warm, how can such a completely different style come from the hand of one person?

Old Man Lu was shocked and couldn't accept it, but Xiao Han couldn't help but smile bitterly because of the guilt of stealing poetry: "Uncle Lu, it's just a few lines of poetry, as for being so excited?" ”

Clinker, it's good that Xiao Han doesn't say this, but when he says this, Old Man Lu's eyes are red with jealousy: "Boy! What do you mean by a few lines of poetry?! These are peerless sentences, and countless talented teachers can't wait for a sentence! How can you write so much! ”

"Nonsense! That's because Lao Tzu is learning thousands of years of fine works! Xiao Han rolled his eyes, but the words could never be said, and he could only change to a more modest statement now.

"Uncle Lu, there is a saying that a good sentence is made by nature, and it is obtained by chance. I was just like a naughty kid picking up a few pretty seashells on a beach when the tide was receding. Xiao Han replied in a low-key manner.

"How many shells?! That's done! You pick up another one for me in public! ”

However, what Xiao Han didn't expect was that after hearing this, Old Man Lu reacted even more fiercely than just now, and even glared at Xiao Han by blowing his beard!

What do you mean? Yes? What do you mean! You are a naughty kid who can pick up seashells casually? I think my Lu family's scholarly door is thousands of years, and I haven't even picked up a broken clam skin, who are you laughing at?!

Old Man Lu was furious, and Xiao Han, who was scared of a word, reacted for a long time, and then had to smile bitterly.

This old man loves it too much!

Not daring to stimulate the old man anymore, Xiao Han carefully considered and said, "Uncle Lu, don't be excited!" This poem also has to pay attention to the right time, place and people, and it has to be carefully scrutinized, right? You asked me to come up with a song right away, isn't it a little embarrassing! ”

"Scrutiny? What do you mean! ”

Now Jia Dao has not been born yet, and Old Man Lu naturally does not know the allusion of "scrutiny".

However, he didn't bother to care about this, stared at him widely, stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Han and said, "Just now, you Huoshu Yinhua came casually!" Now, uncle, I asked you to do it, but you said you couldn't do it? What do you mean? ”

"It's not interesting! I can't do it?! "Seeing that Old Man Lu is going to be angry! Xiao Han immediately relented, and promised to come down first! If you don't compose poetry, you will die......

"Wait!"

Just when Xiao Han wanted to take a random song to send the old man away, he didn't want to, but the old man spoke out again.

"What? Don't do it? Hearing Old Man Lu shout to stop, Xiao Han hurriedly looked up at him in surprise.

However, Old Man Lu only snorted twice and continued to look at Xiao Han with contemptuous eyes.

"Boy, don't try to fool me! Don't look at the poem just now, it's good, but Uncle I want to change the style! Well, it's not difficult for you, just come to a passionate and generous one! Young people, there should always be a young man! ”

"I'll go, this still has a proposition composition?"

Xiao Han looked at the old man Lu in front of him dumbfounded, and said in his heart, could this old man be a roundworm in his stomach? He knows what he thinks? Or even plug the loopholes in advance?

"Done! Pick up shells! What, can't you pick it up!? ”

Old Man Lu looked at Xiao Han triumphantly, but he didn't have bad intentions, he just wanted to tease Xiao Han! Just weigh him up.

"This... Let me think about it! ”

Looking at the old man's smug appearance, although Xiao Han wanted to take out a bullish poem and throw it in his face, let him immediately squat down and sing conquest? But in the end, I held back, after all, it was too fake! It's not good, if you pretend to be big, you will be struck by lightning!

"Think about it! If you can figure it out, see? The biggest lantern in the middle of the shed, I'll give it to you! That's the biggest and best one on Chang'an Street this year! Of course, if poetry is not good, then there is nothing! ”

Old Man Lu laughed, seeing Xiao Han's hesitant appearance just now, he didn't forget to raise it again! It's just that in this way, the other people who watched the excitement all looked at Xiao Han in unison.

That lantern, as Mr. Lu said, is the king of lights for this year's Shangyuan Festival!

Originally, according to the rules formulated by Old Man Lu, you must guess seven lantern riddles correctly in a row to get it!

Nowadays, this young man only needs one poem in exchange, and if he is anxious, he can't wait to take out his limerick poem and rush to the stage!

However, this is just a thought.

Everyone knows that with the power of the owner of this lantern shed, the only end of taking the limerick is to be beaten and flowing with oil......

"Give me that lantern?"

At this time, Xiao Han also followed Old Man Lu's arm and saw the most gorgeous headlamp in the center of the lantern shed.

Boy! That lamp, the naked body is almost a person tall, not to mention the so many tassel accessories hanging around it!

Xiao Han always thought that this kind of lamp was only used as a decorative lamp shed, but he didn't expect that it could also win away!

But looking at how big it is, even if it wins, how can you mention it?

"Ahem, Uncle Lu! The younger generation thinks that the fundamental purpose of reading and writing poetry is to understand things and cultivate sentiment! And not to compare it to others! What's more, it's just a lantern......"

Quietly glancing at Xue Panxi's appearance, Xiao Han felt that he could grit his teeth and blackmail a little more!

However, this old man Lu is obviously also an old man!

Seeing Xiao Han's appearance, he also nodded again and again: "Hmm!" You're right! In this way, you just have to write poems to cultivate your sentiments, and you won't send lanterns or anything! ”