As a traverser, in fact, Zhou Fan doesn't remember many poems, but as a person with a certain amount of education and training, he still remembers a few poems.

He sighed, it was really hard to lose.

Since he can not lose and not show cowardice, he does not intend to lose.

Zhou Fan picked up the pen and wrote the poem in one go.

After writing, Zhou Fan threw his pen away quite chicly.

But Du Ni, who was thinking hard, looked at Zhou Fan's back and hurriedly shouted, "Brother Zhou, I haven't written it yet." ”

Zhou Fan didn't reply: "Brother Du, if you can write better words than me, you can come to me at any time to discuss poetry, otherwise don't bother me in the future." ”

Du Ni was a little unconvinced, even if you write fast, how can you be sure that you won?

Du Ni picked up the poem on the table and read it.

Slow voice, search for seek

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born black alone! The sycamore is even more drizzle, and it will be drizzled at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

......

After Du Ni finished reading it, he first frowned: "Why have I never seen such a word card?"

The word plate is a standard melody name of a word, which has a fixed format and rhythm, which determines the rhythm and rhythm of the word.

Words are sung according to a fixed tune, and the choice of the name of the word plate determines the rhythm and rhythm of a word.

But Du Ni was soon immersed in the scrutiny of this poem, and when he pondered, his eyes couldn't help but be slightly red, and he looked a little shy at the people around him, before he came back to his senses from the emotion of the word.

He hadn't been affected by a poem for a long time, which made him stand silent for a while before he sighed: "Even if you put aside this unseen word card, this poem is really well written." ”

"The sorrow and misery of the resentment, the melancholy mood seems to be embedded in every word, looking for it, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable relatives......"

He lowered his head and read it carefully, and after reading it, his face showed a bitter look: "No wonder Brother Zhou dares to say something like that, even if I think about it, I can't write such a complaining word for another hundred years, Brother Zhou's poetry talent is really unparalleled." ”

"And it was written in such a short time, as if I didn't have to think about it, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it would have been done by an old woman who was alone in an empty room. ”

"No wonder Brother Zhou disdains to discuss poetry with me, a poem "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is now a poem "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking", such a poem is destined to make no one qualified to discuss poetry with Brother Zhou, I am still pretentious, it is really embarrassing ......"

Du Ni was amazed and ashamed.

However, Du Ni soon thought a little strangely: "But Brother Zhou has always been famous, except for "Chrysanthemum Terrace" and "Slow Voice, Looking for Seeking", there are no more works, with Brother Zhou's talent, he must write if he wants, and he can leave countless poems at any time......"

Thinking of this, Du Ni suddenly remembered what Zhou Fan had said, and was completely stunned, "Brother Zhou said that he doesn't like to write poetry, is this true, if so, then it is not strange." ”

Du Ni was puzzled: "Why doesn't Brother Zhou like poetry, how can a reader not like poetry?"

He was stunned again when he thought of this, he remembered that Zhou Fan was not a pure scholar in the first place.

"This world is full of weirdness, but it's not that there are no warriors to protect peace, and I can also read and write poems when I usually practice, so it seems that I don't delay at all. ”

"No, Brother Zhou is on a crooked path, obviously the talent of poetry is far better than his martial talent, why should he abandon poetry and only concentrate on martial arts?" Du Ni said hatefully: "I have to think of Brother Zhou to return to the right path." ”

Du Ni pondered, and soon his eyes lit up, "As long as Brother Zhou has a reputation in poetry and Heng receives the benefits of fame, he should soon be able to return to the right path of poetry, and I will pass on this poem for Brother Zhou." ”

Du Ni has always been a character who says he does it.

He picked up the poem and first went to read it to the professors in the academy who liked poetry.

The teachers of the academy have always been divided into two types: civil and military, each accounting for half of the country.

Civilian teachers are not powerless, and there are even many people who are powerful in martial arts, but they are born with a love for poetry and books, so they will become civilian teachers.

When I saw this song slowly, after the sentimentality of the lyrics came out, I was amazed by this song, and I was delighted as if I had received a treasure.

But after hearing Du Ni's explanation, he was indignant.

"How can such a poetic talent be wasted?" said something similar to the clerical teachers.

Du Ni nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, so please ask the teachers to promote it for Brother Zhou, let Brother Zhou know that there are many people who like his poems, and see if Brother Zhou can turn back." ”

"Don't worry, I'll read this poem aloud in class, and students can't leave class if they can't memorize it. The teachers promised.

After Du Ni publicized it in the academy, he grabbed a senior brother and left the academy.

Du Ni rarely goes out of the academy, and the senior brother he brought with him usually likes to participate in various literati poetry meetings.

Gaoxiang City is safer than other places, there are many families in the academy and there is also a more literati atmosphere, strange outside, martial arts are of course important, but there are always high-level people who like some elegant activities that the lower people can't touch.

It's a status symbol.

This is the case with poetry gatherings.

Du Ni took this senior brother with him, and asked this senior brother to take him to a poetry rally.

The method of Du Ni's propaganda is crude and simple.

After he arrived at a poetry rally, no one knew him, he waited for someone to write a poem, then picked it up and read it, and then shouted: "Garbage, unsightly, not as good as a three-year-old child, dare to take it out?"

Du Ni has always been known for his outspokenness and choking, and the unconvinced poet naturally refuted it, and was refuted speechless after Du Ni's scathing but well-placed evaluation.

"What can you write if you speak so well?" the person who wrote the poem often ended up glaring at Du Ni.

If it weren't for the indecent hands at the poetry gathering, they would often be despised, and they would have wanted to beat Du Ni in front of them into a pig's head.

But in fact, it is fortunate that they did not do it, otherwise they would have turned into pigs' heads.

Du Ni waited for them to ask, he laughed and said: "I am self-aware, I know that my level is low, and I dare not write, but Zhou Juhua has a new work, you are reading this new work, I guess you will never dare to write poems and lyrics again." ”

After speaking, Du Ni took out the song "Slow Voice" and read it aloud in search of it.