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The plum blossoms in the plum garden are in full bloom, and the literati are in this sea of ​​plum blossoms. For a while, there is a scent, and even the wind and snow can't care about it.

Live.

Various camera angles show the magnificent scenery of Yimei Garden. This year’s Poetry Conference was held in Yimei Garden. It was sponsored by the scenic spot. Those who want to rush to apply to hold each poetry meeting, after the event, the Yimei Garden will definitely be full of visitors!

But the snow is getting heavier.

The air is getting colder and colder. The sea of ​​plum blossoms is certainly charming, but everyone can't afford to be demeanor or warm. They all want to enter the hall to escape the wind and snow.

Ali is here too.

Because of the prize, Ah Lei was the last one to come in. He said “Ah” as he walked. After all, he was drenched in snow for five minutes outside, and even his hair was a little white. At this time, he was wrapping his clothes tightly and wanted to enter the hall. , but was stopped by a voice:

"Wait!"

Aleigh almost thought he was hallucinating.

Isn't this the line I just called to stop Baidi?

Could it be that someone is teasing me? He turned his head angrily, only to find that the person calling him was Yun Lan, the president of the Qinzhou Poetry Association.

"Everyone."

Yun Lan stood in front of the hall, covered one of the doors, and then said with a smile: "The joke that Teacher Alei had with Teacher Baidi at the door just now gave me inspiration. The hall is warm and spacious. There are wine and snacks to enjoy inside, but this door is not so easy to enter. Before entering the door, each of you needs to recite a poem on the spot. Modern poetry or ancient poetry is fine, but the content needs to be related to the situation. After reading, everyone You can only enter if you feel good, what do you guys think?"

This is the Poetry Club.

The Poetry Club is indeed not a formal competition. Strictly speaking, this is actually a high-end literature salon, but everyone needs to accept different random tests, which is a bit like meeting friends through literature, but the competitive element is not so strong. Two", of course, in the end, some of the best players in the game will be decided.

"good!"

Everyone has no opinion.

Because this test question is actually very simple. Today there is snow and plum blossoms here, and there are all kinds of beautiful scenery on a good day, so you only need to write a poem about snow or plum. For creation, I usually have accumulated works, and I can use them directly today, and I can pretend that this is what I created on the spot, wouldn’t it be flattering?

"So everyone agrees."

Seeing that everyone was quite excited, Yun Lan smiled and said: "Then anyone who wants to enter should read the poem first. There are four doors in this lobby. Teacher Zhao, Teacher Jiang, and Teacher Huang and I each guard a door. The area behind me is mostly open. It's Green Ant Wine, and behind the other three teachers are Realgar Wine, Qiongyu Wine, and Tusu Wine, so you can enter through whichever door you want to drink today."

"What if I go one step ahead of you?"

Ji Quantai took a step forward and cupped his hands towards the crowd, "I just want the mellow fragrance of that green ant."

Lin Zhibai's teeth were gritted for a while. This group of literati came to the poetry meeting, and they all spoke in an old-fashioned way. Even taking him with them, they were a bit like the Romans. I don't know if they usually talk like this in private, and will they occasionally say "" Fuck"?

"Teacher Xiao Ji, please!"

Many literati are humble archers.

Ji Quantai is young, everyone calls him Teacher Xiao Ji.

Probably like Zhou Tai calling Lin Zhibai "Lin Xiaoyou".

Ji Quantai walked up to Yunlan, smiled and said, "The east wind follows the west wind, and the leaves of the trees are empty. The plum blossoms can't be exhausted, and they still embrace the new red."

"Teacher Xiao Ji is a great talent!"

As soon as this poem came out, the whole house applauded, what a poem chanting plums!

Even Lin Zhibai nodded secretly, this talent is very talented!

Zhou Tai said softly: "Ji Quantai is worthy of being the number one poet of Qin Zhou's younger generation. His level of poetry is even inferior to that of many seniors."

The first poet of the young generation?

Lin Zhibai thought that this is the case. If he is the number one poet of Qinzhou's young generation, it would be strange if he does not have such a level of poetry.

"Is this poem just written?"

Yun Lan looked at Ji Quantai in surprise.

Ji Quantai smiled and nodded to admit it, I will not tell you, this is one of my bottom-of-the-box works, today's poetry meeting, no one can stop me from showing off the audience and becoming famous all over the world!

"Please come in."

Yun Lan got out of the way, and Ji Quantai bowed his hands to everyone again, then turned around and entered the lobby, showing a dashing and handsome appearance.

And this scene was naturally broadcast live.

Those literati fans had an almost instant orgasm.

"Awesome!"

"Ji Quantai is too strong!"

"This poem is really good!"

"The key is to create it on the spot!"

"Isn't this a hundred times better than Baidi's poem about counting snow?"

"Baidi and Ji Quantai are incomparable among young people who are number one in the younger generation."

"Bai Di, at most, you can bully Teacher Alei."

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The Baidi fans were speechless.

"I've provoked you, why don't I compare it to Baidi?"

"We didn't say Ji Quantai's poems were bad either!"

"You guys, don't you know how to talk without bringing Bai Di?"

"The first person in the younger generation is the first person!"

"Bai Di didn't say that he was the number one of the younger generation."

...

on site.

One after another, people entered the door chanting poems.

Either Yongxue's, or Yongmei's.

That A Lei stayed outside for a long time, and now he was shivering from the cold, and hurried over to recite a poem about plums, but everyone felt that it was almost meaningless.

"Fix it again!"

"It's rough!"

"Nothing new!"

"It's all some car wheel words!"

"One hundred poems chanting plums, ninety-nine of them are written like yours!"

Aleigh was helpless.

Continue to modify at the door.

Lin Zhibai was not in a hurry to enter the door, quietly admiring the plum blossoms and snow at the door, and did not forget to take pictures with his mobile phone and send them to the family group.

Blackie: (picture) (picture) (picture)

Sister: "It's so beautiful!"

Sister: "Wait, aren't you at the poetry fair, why are you still bubbling here?"

Mom: "Write poetry well!"

Dad: "Your mom and I are watching the live broadcast!"

Brother: "That poem just now is amazing, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces!"

beside.

Zhou Tai said helplessly: "Why are you still in the mood to take pictures? Have you thought about reading some poems for a while? If you are too mediocre, you will be booed! These people don't like you, they will find fault with you! And don't forget, You just used a poem chanting snow! Are you planning to write a poem chanting plums this time?"

"I didn't think about it." Lin Zhibai said.

"Then don't you think about it soon?" Zhou Tai was anxious for him.

"I mean, I don't know which one to use." Lin Zhibai said with a smile.

"You won..." I don't know if Lin Zhibai's words are true or not, but Zhou Tai was shown off anyway.

And after a while.

Literati entered one after another.

Seeing that Lin Zhibai was still standing at the door, a literati inside laughed.

"Why didn't he come in?"

"Maybe I can't think of a good poem."

"Isn't the song at the door just amazing?"

"I guess he didn't compose the song at the door on the spot."

"It should be a box-bottom work that has been prepared a long time ago."

"That's really miserable for Ah Lei, he ran into Baidi's only bullet, hahahahahahahaha."

"Among the entrance poems, Ji Quantai's should be the best in the audience, right?"

"That's natural, but if you compare it with the one written by Baidi outside Yimeiyuan, heck, it's between brothers."

These words are somewhat against my will.

But Ji Quantai's song is indeed of extremely high quality.

Seeing that there were not many people left outside, Lin Zhibai turned to look at Zhou Tai and said, "Go in, what do you want to drink?"

Zhou Tai said: "Green Ant Wine?"

"OK."

Lin Zhibai nodded, and walked in the direction of Yunlan. As a result, his movement instantly attracted the attention of all the people inside and outside the house, even the bosses guarding the other three doors.

"Read it."

Yun Lan looked at Lin Zhibai with a smile: "Given your previous performance, I have higher requirements for you than others. If the quality of the work is not enough, don't even think about going in for a drink."

"Mr. Yun, you are not being kind."

Zhou Tai next to him joked: "You can tell the level of the poem about snow that Baidi read at the door, this wave should come in directly..."

"No, that song has already been used."

Yun Lan refused at all, and still stared at Lin Zhibai with a smile on her face and said, "It's not easy for you to drink this glass of wine today."

"All right."

Lin Zhibai sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, and suddenly said, "Green Ant New Fermented Wine..."

Yun Lan was surprised.

Others are either Yongxue or Yongmei, even Ji Quantai, but Lin Zhibai doesn't follow common sense to play his cards, and starts with the sentiment of life!

Interesting!

Just because Lin Zhibai didn't choose the simplest Yong Xue or Yong Mei, Yun Lan was willing to take a high look.

Lin Zhibai looked at the literati behind Yun Lan who were cooking wine, and said, "Small red clay stove."

inside the house.

The literati looked at the red stove in front of them, their expressions gradually changed, and even their voices gradually disappeared.

"It's like snow in the sky lately..."

Lin Zhibai patted the little snow trace on his shoulder, then pointed to the hall, and said in a brisk tone:

"Can I have a drink?"

Everyone in the hall opened their mouths!

The literati outside the hall stared wide-eyed!

Zhou Tai was even more excited, as if he was afraid that someone would be too far away to hear him, he shook his head and repeated loudly:

"Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It's going to snow in the evening, can you have a glass?"

alright.

Now even what he didn't hear clearly just now is now thunderous. Zhou Tai has a loud and rough voice, like a small trumpet.

finish reading.

Zhou Tai also savored and praised: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is wonderful! It can be called the best in the audience!"

The best of all! ?

As soon as these four words came out, Ji Quantai's fist suddenly clenched!

And the teachers of the other three schools also quickly focused on Lin Zhibai!

Yun Lan even got a little short of breath!

Written now!

Green Ant Wine, Little Red Furnace, the sky is like snow, you can drink a cup!

This is absolutely written right now, every sentence fits the situation to the extreme, and the last sentence even made fun of myself!

He wrote about this moment!

He writes about the present!

But how can a hanging poem combine the scene so wonderfully? Shouldn't this kind of poem be created after repeated sculpting?

Crash.

Yun Lan was stunned!

Everyone was stunned!

The door was not accidental, this Baidi really knew how to write poetry! ——

ps: Ji Quantai's poem was adapted from Li Gongming's "Zaomei". There is no way, Wubai doesn't have that creative level, so I can only use this tricky method. Please understand, and the plot is slow because of the It is foreshadowing, such as snow, cooking wine, and poetry. Without these foreshadowing, it would be a bit awkward for the protagonist to recite the poem directly. It is agreed that this time we have to adapt to the occasion, and we cannot let ourselves go as in the poem copying in the previous book.