With a soft sound of "pop", Zheng Peng gently rested the pen on the pen stand, and the poem was completed.

After the poem was sent up by his subordinates, Zheng Yongyang patted Zheng Peng's shoulder vigorously, and said with a complicated expression: "Brother Peng, it's amazing, it's hidden deeply." ”

"Where, that is, luck, a moment of inspiration." Zheng Peng said with a humble face.

Zheng Yongyang glared at Zheng Peng, and said angrily: "Why haven't you had such an inspiration for so many years?" You are a real person who doesn't show your face, but it's okay, you are brilliant, and Cui's face is also bright, haha. ”

At this time, the subordinate in charge of singing also got Zheng Peng's poem, and only heard him cough twice as unprecedentedly, as if preparing for singing, and then sang loudly: "

In the first year of last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight. ”

As soon as these two sentences came out, the reaction to the scene was very flat, as if telling the story of the running water account, plain as water, and there was no trace of excellence, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of Old Man Guo and Cui Xiyi, as if to say how did this guy write these two sentences? It's not a limerick, is it really Jiang Lang's talent?

Sun Yaozhou and Hong Zhongming glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of sarcasm.

When I saw Zheng Peng writing poems just now, Sun Yaozhou was secretly a little worried, for fear that Zheng Peng's blind cat would touch a dead mouse, and he would really write some good works, but now when he hears it, he is about to laugh, what kind of poem is this, and he must write Yuan Ye on the Yuan Festival? And what about last year, why not write about the year before and this year?

It's just the level of a child who has just learned to write poetry, will it be a metaphor and metaphor?

The subordinate who sang the hymn seemed to be energetic, and after reading the first two sentences, he paused slightly, and soon sang with emotion: "

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk. ”

As soon as these two sentences came out, it was like a dry thunder on the flat ground, which shocked everyone at once, and the scene of chaos just now was suddenly audible, and many people stared and opened their mouths, as if they had forgotten to breathe all of a sudden.

The language is incomparably refined, the artistic conception is infinitely beautiful, recalling the past tryst, full of hope and happiness, it can be seen how happy the two loves, and the surrounding environment, whether it is flowers, lamps, or moons, willows, have become a testimony of love, a confession of beauty, a picture of future happiness, just four sentences, two crosses, it depicts a wonderful and romantic story for the painting.

These four lines of poetry are like a beauty who captivates the country and the city, gaining one point and getting fat, and losing one point makes them thin, remembering the most beautiful story with the simplest words, which can be said to have used words to the extreme.

In the third and fourth lines alone, this poem is enough to leave a name in history.

Hearing the birth of an excellent poem, as witnesses, many people were so excited that their faces changed on the spot.

Old man Guo grabbed the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, wiped his mouth with his sleeve regardless of the image, and said happily: "This good sentence is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, when you drink a white, hahaha." ”

Cui Xiyi saw Sun Yaozhou with a pale face, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit in the pores of his body, and the beauty that had been lost seemed to be about to rush out of his body, only to see a smile on the corner of his mouth, joy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but tighten his fists and shouted: "Good job." ”

Not only Old Man Guo and Cui Xiyi, but also Ye Jingneng, Fang Kaiwang, Lu Bo, Zhang Jiuling and others also showed a look of surprise and disbelief on their faces.

"Good poetry, good poetry, good, good, good." Ye Jingneng lost the temperament and demeanor of the former Guozi priest, and while saying a few good things, due to excitement, he tore off a few gray beards without realizing it.

"Weizhou is really a brilliant person, haha, good." Fang Kaiwang, who is the assassin of Weizhou, also laughed happily.

Lu Bo immediately congratulated: "This is Shangguan's indoctrination. ”

Zhang Jiuling, who had been silent, couldn't help but say to himself: "I didn't expect to hear such a good sentence in this small place, this Zheng Peng, in the face of difficulties, not only calmed down, not arrogant or humble, but calmly faced Sun Yaozhou, who could also fight against no one in the pit, interesting." ”

Some are happy, some are excited, and some are... Unwilling.

Sun Yaozhou stood there in a daze, his face was blue for a while and white for a while, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

Slapped in the face, slapped in the face hard, Sun Yaozhou felt that his face was beaten.

In front of Zheng Peng, he was sarcastic in all kinds of ways, sang a double reed with Hong Zhongming, and gave advice and applause, but as soon as Zheng Peng's poems came out, they were extremely concise and impeccable, whether they were sung or not, and I don't know how the following poems were written.

Including the one written by Sun Yaozhou.

If you insist on comparing, it is like a village girl with a two-point appearance, which is the same as the world beauty pageant champion, there is no comparison.

also said that even Ye Saijiu didn't dare to say this, when it came to the level, it was not enough to pull Zheng Peng's shoes for him, at this moment, what he said and did before was like a slap that was slapped, and his face was swollen.

Thinking back, Sun Yaozhou felt that what he did tonight was like a clown who was crowned by a monkey.

"Ouch, a certain stomach hurts, I'll miss it for a while." Hong Zhongming saw that the slap in the face was not a humiliation, so he simply escaped very unjustly.

"On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt. "The person who sang the hymn sang and read the last four lines very conscientiously and diligently.

The first four sentences are infinitely beautiful, but the last four sentences are a turn of the pen, time flies like electricity, and in a blink of an eye to "this year's New Year's Eve", the protagonist's feelings are pulled back from the memory, the melancholy of things is not human, the desolation of the contrast between the past and the present, and the beautiful scenery has also become a sad scene, the night scene of the flower market intertwined with the moon and the lamp is from bright to dim, the lamp, the flower, the moon, the willow, in the eyes of the protagonist is just the embodiment of desolation, the catalyst of sadness, the testimony of lovesickness, and now the beauty is hard to find, and the tears are sad to see the flowers, and they can only tear their sleeves.

A poem, two loves, and forty words depict a story vividly.

Stories are not perfect, but life with a story may be the most real and moving.

The audience was silent, and Zheng Peng saw that someone seemed to be listening to poetry and secretly wiping the tears in the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

Zheng Peng was a little sad on the surface, but he was very cool in his heart: this "Shengchazi Yuan Xi" is one of the famous articles of the great writer Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty.

This Ye Sacrifice Wine, the question is so good, it seems to be customized for Zheng Peng, and it is difficult to think of the limelight.

There are not many goods in the stomach, and if you encounter a rare theme, you may really hand over a blank volume, and you don't have to think about it when you encounter this theme.

"Pap" "Pap" "Pap" Old man Guo clapped his hands three times, and then said excitedly: "Okay!" ”

This sound is good, as if a stone was dropped on the calm lake, and in the moment, the people who had just woken up from a dream applauded desperately, and the applause was thunderous for a while, and the sound went straight to the sky.

Quatrain, eternal quatrain, hearing this kind of good sentence with your own ears is like winning the jackpot, and you will have the capital to brag about it in the future.

"Okay, this poem is good."

"Shikui, definitely Shikui, this color is not given to Zheng Xiaolangjun, and I will never agree."

"When I heard Sun Yaozhou's poem just now, I thought it was very good, but I didn't expect Zheng Xiaolangjun's poem to come out, it was simply a difference between cloud and mud."

"Whoever will take Yaozhou, what is the first genius in Weizhou, he was sarcastic in front of the Zheng family's Xiaolangjun, and now it seems that he is a talented and virtuous widow, and it is right to call him the first shameless in Weizhou."

"That's right, you don't hit people in the face, you don't expose people, just now I felt that he was arrogant and misbehaved."

......

Sun Yaozhou is proud of his talents on weekdays, not close to people, offends many people and calls few people, many people are happy to "fall into the well", and they don't avoid him when they speak, and some even say it in front of him, so angry that Sun Yaozhou clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and the sound of his breathing became worse.

I always thought that today's Lanting Club was set up for himself, Sun Yaozhou thought of how to get the appreciation of nobles, move Guo Ketang with his talent, climb the big tree of Guofu, and make a fortune, but he didn't expect that Zheng Peng's birth would extinguish Sun Yaozhou's dream at once.

The meat to his mouth flew away, and Sun Yaozhou shouted in his heart: If you are unwilling, you will not be willing to die.

Seeing that Zheng Peng was about to take away everything that belonged to him, Sun Yaozhou suddenly pointed at Zheng Peng and scolded: "Zheng Peng, your poem was copied." ”

What, plagiarized?

The scene, which had finally calmed down, suddenly boiled again.