didn't wait for Ruan Yu to finish writing, just read Dao Boyi is hungry Shouyang, and the world will return to his benevolence. In the audience, I remembered that everyone applauded. And although Liu Lan knows nothing about it, looking at everyone's reactions, it must be a masterpiece, how can it be a masterpiece.

That is, in the applause of everyone, Ruan Yu returned to his own Ai Ji after completing the untitled assignment, I have to say that Guo Xi was really prescient, Ruan Yu's appearance immediately overwhelmed the crowd, so that many scholars who still had illusions sighed and dispelled the idea of going forward to try, rather than attending to make a fool of himself, it is better to complete Ruan Yu's skills to dominate the crowd, there are many people with such thoughts, and no one dares to step forward for a while.

"Students, is it true that as the old man said, he was taken the lead by the Ruan family?" Guo Xi looked at the situation in the field and said loudly.

No one spoke, and Guo Tu still had the courage to try, but grandfather-c no-c wrong-c small-c said, .qu●le+du.

For a while, the pavilion was silent, but Fanqin, who didn't want Liu Lan to be opposite, stood up, and came to the pavilion to be a quartet, and said: "Brother Ruan's poetry is not as good as the younger generation, so he changed the poem to Fu, although Fanqin said it politely, but everyone can see that this kid is very conceited, and Ruan Yu generally picks up the pen and reads while reading: Qiu Sifu:"

He Minqiu is miserable, and he is sad in the cold night. The wind is cool to excite the spirit, and the trees move the leaves and drum strips.

The Yun Dynasty was in the west, and then it was angry at Danqiu. The hidden day is in the dark clouds, and the moon is in the heavy seclusion.

Zero rain gathers quickly, and the water is bubbling with a cross-current. Listening to the relapse of the steps, my heart is deep to increase my worries.

The salt of the king's affairs, the feeling of sorrow from time to time. I wish to be born with servitude, and I will forget to return with a simple book.

Shi Zhi Yu to whirl. The sobs are gradually fresh and fresh. Listening to the mourning of the crane, I know that I am doing a lot of violations.

Pitched and self-pitying. Determined and devastated. Talking about string songs with strong ambitions, reluctant to serve in the boudoir.

"What a salt. Morale is sometimes sad. ”

"It's a good one to listen to the mourning sound of the crane, and know how much I have done."

Another full house, a poem and a fu, all are masterpieces, and it is difficult to surpass these two poems on top of the poems. The scholars lamented in a low voice, but Cai Yan, who didn't want to be on the side, whispered to Liu Lan: "Brother Deran, poetry is excellent, and if you want to win the first place today, you can only do it in the form of poetry." Come to think of it, if you don't talk about being the top today, why do you have to enter the top three with Brother Ruan and Na Huber. ”

Into the top three? Liu Lan smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face remained the same.

"Are there any of you who come to try it?"

The pavilion was quiet for a while, and everyone consciously or unconsciously lowered their heads after facing Guo Xi's gaze, and some avoided the old man's expectant gaze. Guo Xi sighed lightly, what happened to Fang Jin's students? Don't you even have that courage? Think about how prosperous literature was before the party, how could such a situation occur, and then look at the present. They are as timid as mice, for fear of insulting their reputation, but they don't know that having the courage to go on stage is more impressive than avoiding it.

Guo Xi was a little disheartened and turned out of Aiji. Guo Lin hurriedly got up and followed. Everyone can see Guo Xi's disappointment in them, but no one still has the courage to take the stage to show their ugliness, and Cai Yan on the side is extremely anxious. frequently gave Liu Lan a look and asked him to take the stage before Guo Xi left. didn't want Liu Lan to avoid it, and didn't look at her all the time, which made Cai Yan's stubborn temper completely explode. Teng stood up suddenly, and shouted regardless of it: "Guo Shibo, you wait for a while, Brother Liu Lan is still going to appear." ”

Hearing Liu Lan's two words, Guo Xi's spirit was lifted, and this great talent, who he had high hopes for, will definitely enter the prime minister in the future? You must know that inviting him here today is just so that he can make friends with Fang Junjie today, but I didn't expect him to be able to write poetry? Thinking of this, Guo Xi immediately laughed, Liu Lan's article is first-class, and this poetry trail is naturally not far behind, why did he forget this, stopped, turned to look at Liu Lan at the door of the hall, and said: "Since the virtuous nephew wants to be a poet, the old man will stay for a while." ”

Guo Xi retreated to the seat, and Cai Yong and Xu Zi were looking forward to it, but Kong Rong and Ying Xun below were a little surprised that this kid He De could actually attract Guo Xi back, and cast a curious look at him, not to mention the other students, the first to bear the brunt was Yuan Lian of the Yuan family, no matter what the poems Liu Lan wrote, they all made up their minds to make friends with him.

Liu Lan was forced to Liangshan by Cai Yan, so many pairs of eyes looked at it, and it was impossible to play a trick, so he immediately got up and said: "Brother Ruan, Brother Fan, a poem, a poem, a poem, a poem, but the handwriting is unbearable, so as not to burn your eyes, you can only recite here, and I hope that all of you will be a scholar Haihan." ”

Liu Lan's sentence made many scholars regret their intestines, why didn't they think of poetry, if so, how could they let this unknown kid be beautiful? It's just that after Liu Lan recited, such thoughts disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, you must know that not only Cai Yong, Guo Xi, and Xu Zijiang were afraid of missing the poems recited by Liu Lan, but even the three or five scholars who had heard Liu Lan's shocking remarks at the Xin family the day before yesterday were also looking forward to it, and they didn't know what Liu Lan would do.

Liu Lan moved sideways, took a step into the pavilion, lowered his head, pondered for a moment, raised his head and took a step forward.

"The autumn wind is sorrowful and kills.

The stone broke the earth, and there was such a sentence that was not shocking and endless, but a few scholars and even Cai Yong and others brought it into it to take a closer look, and they were instantly covered by this heavy sorrow, as if they were in a reckless and desolate autumn day, a depressed and joyless drink, which was enough to make people sad and unbearable, not to mention that there was an endless autumn wind that sounded outside the tent from time to time, which made people feel sad.

I have to say that Liu Lan's sudden sigh of 'autumn wind Xiao Xiao sorrow kills' is turning the thousands of sorrows in Liu Lan's heart into a fierce autumn wind, 'coming from the vastness', which immediately made everyone present feel a sense of 'irrepressible' trouble. I can't wait to see how shocking the next sentence will be.

This qiē is only a short moment, for Liu Lan is just a second step forward, but it also has the bearing of Chen Wang's seven-step poem, that is, when he takes the second step, he chants the second sentence:

"Out is also worried, and in is also worried."

As soon as this sentence came out, it can be described as the highlight of the highlights. Especially to express the restlessness of people in sorrow. can't help but make people feel that the sorrow that plagues the protagonist is so difficult to avoid and cannot be shaken off. This sentence simply portrays the details to perfection. When Cai Yan on the side looked at Liu Lan, he had a look of love for the first time. He really wanted to know what was the reason for the 'protagonist' to sigh so much, and at a certain moment he even wanted to embrace the 'protagonist' into his arms, so that he didn't need to be so sad, that is, when Cai Yan's maternal brilliance was overflowing, all the scholars here, as well as many dignitaries on you, all began to nod their heads in admiration, just with these first two sentences, whether it is Ruan Yu's poems or Fanqin's Fu, they are slightly inferior today.

Liu Lan took the third step: "Who in the audience is not worried?" ”

The crowd finally understood. It turns out that the protagonist is not the only one who has been troubled by this, but it is precisely because of this that the sorrow in the poem is like a disease, invading the hearts of all those present. Even the hearts of these people.

"Makes me white-headed." Liu Lan took the fourth step.

Manzao stopped breathing at this moment, and he didn't even dare to gasp, the sadness on Cai Yan's face became thicker and thicker, and he wanted to know more and more who the protagonist in Liu Lan's mouth was, why did he sigh so much, what kind of day would consume a person's youth so much. Make it accelerate aging?

And Cai Yan had the same idea, and everyone in the audience, even the rival Ruan Yu Fanqin, they couldn't wait to know who the protagonist of the poem was, and why was he so sad?

"There is a lot of wind in Hudi. How to repair the trees! ”

"It's getting farther and farther away from home, and it's getting slower and slower."

The mystery is finally revealed, this is a man who is far away from home and out of the fortress. As a pawn. I have lived in Hudi for a long time and am used to seeing the vast yellow sand. I don't see much greenery. In autumn and winter, there is only a howling wind. Shaking the sparse tall trees from time to time. It tastes so bad. All they can evoke is a thousand worries and thousands of thoughts. Liu Lan read this, and everyone suddenly realized: understand why the protagonist will send out 'out and sorrow, into and sorrow', and the reason why the people in the seat are 'who is not worried', because it is all because of the thousands of miles of thinking that there is no way to return home.

In the eyes of such a broken intestine person, whether it is 'Biao Feng' or 'tree repair', all of them have turned into a gloomy fog in the eyes. Therefore, the two sentences seem to write about the scene, but they are also about sorrow, but they are not corresponding to the above 'autumn wind Xiao Xiao sorrow kills', and the sorrow full of sorrow is 'externalized'.

Everyone sighed, but Liu Lan didn't want to say the final ending again:

"The mind cannot be spoken, and the wheel in the intestines turns."

If sorrow can promote aging, the first thing it brings to people is haggard and emaciated. And 'the distance from home is getting farther and farther away, and the clothes are getting slower and slower.' The protagonist of the poem, because he is wandering in a foreign land and far away from home, is so worn out by sorrow that he is so sick that he stands up. But Liu Lan never refused to say it explicitly, but skillfully used the 'sun slowing (loosening) of the 'clothing belt' at the end to contrast the daily thinness of the protagonist's body, and wrote it with implicit and deep sadness.

A soldier with a skeletal shape stood alone in the desert outside the Saiwai, silently looking at the Xiangguan from afar: 'The mind is speechless, and the wheel in the intestines turns. This is not because he has no words to say, but because his heart is full of sorrow, and even if there are a thousand words, it is difficult to express them.

Who is not in this room? To describe such a painful state is sometimes inadequate. But Liu Lan actually came up with the metaphor of 'the wheel in the intestines'. With the rotation of the rolling wheel in the intestines, the protagonist's indescribable melancholy is really surprising.

It is precisely because of this that the painful nostalgia of the soldier, who is thousands of miles away from home, shakes the heartstrings of the listener with stronger force, so that people cannot help but be moved.

In addition, many people know Liu Lan more or less, and they are all lamenting for him to have such a long sigh, and Cai Yan on the side is even more convinced that the protagonist must be Liu Lan's idea, only by putting himself in this position will he make such lyrical poetry, if it is not his personal experience, how can it be so sad?

"Good!"

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who suddenly let out a sound of admiration.

And the scholars who have been deeply immersed in it finally showed a trace of appreciation on their faces that they had been sad after being awakened by this praise, and the first few people, whether it was Guo Xi Cai Yong, Xu Zijiang or Kong Rong, were silently reciting the poems written by Liu Lan, as if they were fascinated,

Today's top spot is none other than Liu Lan. (To be continued......)