Iron Cross Fire

The beauty on the stage said into the microphone: "Dear literary giants, my daughter's name is Peony. I will host this poetry conference. Next, I will come up with a topic and everyone will write poems around this topic. If anyone's If you are able to surpass others in poetry, you can get the title of Furong Talent! You know, the title of Furong Talent is the highest honor for a man of letters. "

Peony's eyes looked around the audience: "It's late autumn now. This poetry competition will be titled 'Autumn'. Whoever writes the best poem will win the championship."

"I have a poem here!"

After the words fell, a middle-aged fat man slowly walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the ring.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of surprise, focusing on the fat man!

Is the poem ready just after the title was uttered? This, is this too fast? !

Everyone was curious and wanted to hear what poems he could write.

Peony on the stage was also shocked, smiled slightly and said: "Then please write a poem."

The fat man nodded, was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "I drank too much in the autumn night. I woke up this morning and felt like vomiting. Although I was depressed, I felt countless emotions..."

After reading it, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Peony Beauty, this poem of mine is very artistic. Is it expected to become the first?"

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As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Xi couldn't help spitting out the candied haws, and smiled and said: "Haha, sir, this man's poems are so interesting... Is this a limerick, haha."

At the same time, there was laughter all around.

"Oh, I'm so happy. What kind of bad poem is this? Haha."

"This guy is still drunk. Do you still want to take first place?"

Peony on the stage also pursed her lips and smiled, and said to the fat man: "Master, please go and wake up at the bar first."

After the words fell, only two strong men were seen, rushing to the ring, kicking the fat man and knocking him down.

Is this poetry conference child's play? This fat man is just here to cause trouble. The two sentences he just read are not even limericks.

This time, no one dared to come on stage rashly.

After a few minutes, finally, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and mandarin jacket slowly walked onto the stage.

This middle-aged man wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks like he has some literary talent.

"Isn't this Wu Zhi?"

"Wu Zhi, the great writer in Furong City! He is really talented!"

"Wu Zhi!"

Some girls were so excited that they covered their mouths and exclaimed. This Wu Zhi is a famous talented person nearby. The poems are written correctly and are absolutely top-notch.

Peony on the stage looked Wu Zhi up and down and said softly: "Sir, please write a poem."

"Yeah." Wu Zhi nodded, picked up the microphone, took two steps on the stage, and slowly said:

"The sound of wind and snow in autumn is three-quarters deep into the bones, and seven-cent is filled with moonlight."

"It's not easy to say that I'm sad. It's hard to sleep every night. I just think that the night is still young."

"Wow!"

When the voice fell, the whole audience exclaimed!

Good poetry, really good poetry! In less than a quarter of an hour, he was able to compose such a good poem. This Wu Zhi has such profound literary skills!

Accompanied by a burst of applause, Wu Zhi smiled, picked up the microphone and asked: "I want this year's championship. I accept the title of Furong Talent. Which brother can't accept it and can beat my poem?" "

For a time, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience looked at each other in shock. No one dared to go on stage.

To be honest, Wu Zhi’s poem is really impeccable! No one wants to go on stage and humiliate themselves.

"Sir!" At this moment, Xiao Xi pulled Yue Feng's arm: "Sir, go up and try."

The young master's poems before were even better than those of Elder Wenzong! Today's poetry conference, Xiao Xi really hopes that the young master will show off his talents again.

Yue Feng didn't want to go up, but looking at Xiao Xi's expectant eyes, he nodded: "Okay!" ŴŴŴ.WenXueMi.Cc

After the words fell, Yue Feng squeezed into the crowd and walked onto the ring.

"Brother, what are you doing on stage? This is a poetry conference, don't make trouble." At this moment, Peony on the stage looked at Yue Feng and said, his face full of displeasure.

This guy looks unattractive and wears strange clothes. He should be a part-time actor in the movie studio. He came on stage to cause trouble, right?

Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'm not causing trouble, I want to write poetry. My name is not brother, my name is Yue Feng."

What?

This guy wants to write poetry?

Hahaha...

Is this kid too tired from playing small roles during the day and has something wrong with his brain?

Listening to everyone mocking Yue Feng, Xiao Xi couldn't help but stamp her feet and turned around and shouted: "You can't laugh at my young master. My young master is very talented. You may not be able to compare to the poems he wrote..."

Peony on the stage also smiled lightly and said: "Okay, brother, then you can compose a poem. But don't blame me for not reminding you, if you come to cause trouble, the consequences will be serious."

Yue Feng was too lazy to speak. He saw a brush placed in a corner of the arena. Yue Feng walked over directly, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

"Brother, what are you doing with the brush? Put it down!" Mudan walked up on high heels. She was already sure that this boy was here to cause trouble.

At this time, there was also a commotion in the audience. Someone actually came to make trouble at the triennial poetry conference?

Yue Feng smiled and walked to the stone tablet on the ring.

The stone tablet is more than three meters high. It originally had several big characters written on it: Poetry Conference, Friendship with Poems.

Yue Feng held the brush in his hand, waved his hand, and the brush flew on the stone tablet, writing a poem!

"What are you doing? Come on, someone is making trouble. Someone..." Mudan shouted, but then her voice stopped abruptly!

"This kid... has good handwriting." At this time, only someone in the crowd said something.

Yue Feng's handwriting was elegant and very ornamental. Even if a calligraphy master took action, it would not be so good.

When Yue Feng was in school, his family invited a calligraphy master to teach calligraphy.

Although he hadn't written for several years.

But the moment he picked up the pen, Yue Feng found the feeling all of a sudden.

Everyone's eyes followed Yue Feng's pen! Finally, Yue Feng wrote the whole poem on the stone tablet.

After writing the last word, Yue Feng threw the brush on the stage, then took Xiao Xi's hand and turned to leave!

After Yue Feng left, the eyes of more than 100,000 people present were all looking at the stone tablet without blinking!

On the stone tablet, four sentences were written in a flamboyant style!

Peony on the stage trembled, her red lips slightly opened, and she read out Yue Feng's poem.

"Withered vines, old trees, crows."

"Small bridges, flowing water, and people."

"Ancient roads, west wind, and thin horses."

"The setting sun."

"Heartbroken people at the end of the world!"

The setting sun, the heartbroken people at the end of the world!

Wow!

At this moment, the whole city was completely boiling!

Good poem, unparalleled good poem in the world!

There is not a single word "autumn" in the whole poem. But there is autumn everywhere, and autumn wind everywhere!

Everyone recited it silently, constantly savoring this poem, and they were intoxicated one by one!

Peony felt her legs go weak, staring at the stone tablet, unable to say a word for a long time!

"Where is that little brother just now... No, where is that great writer Yue Feng just now!" Peony stamped her feet anxiously, and looked around, where was Yue Feng?

"He seems to be gone..."

"That Yue Feng just now is really a poet, it's not an exaggeration to call him a poet!"

Everyone in the audience burst into heated discussions.

Mudan bit her lips tightly and walked off the stage in high heels. No matter what, she must find Yue Feng today! This year's poetry conference, the champion must be him!

Mudan regretted it very much. That Yue Feng was clearly a peerless talent, but she called him her brother...

"Please make way, please make way." Mudan blushed and walked through the crowd, looking for Yue Feng all over the city.

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