Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

There were only three people writing poems at Lin Yuetong's table. There were about thirty tables around the pavilion, each with four to five or six people. Lin Yuetong and three people finished writing poems, and most of the other tables also picked up their pens and stopped.

Of course, there are also those who are still thinking hard, scratching their heads and biting their pens, racking their brains and thinking that not everyone can write a poem with the theme of "snow".

In the pavilion, Wei Zixuan, Zhu Changzhi and others are also composing poems. They are considered the protagonists and the most promising seed players. They are all relatively famous young talents in Yunzhou, so they enjoy different treatment and can all sit down.

Come inside the pavilion.

The talented men and women outside have already composed the poems, so let’s not worry about them. They had already composed the poems several steps earlier, but they just kept suppressing them and did not rush to take them out.

At this time, seeing that most of the people outside had started to stop, Wei Zixuan and others took the poems to Mr. Wen Wei for review. When it was time to be humble, they had to be modest and not to overtake the people outside.

In addition to Mr. Wen Wei, there are eight talented men and women in the pavilion. The two women should be about thirty years old. Behind them, there are four young girls dressed as maids standing, who are dedicated to serving these talented men and women inside.

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Of course, there are also some service staff outside, both men and women, dressed in the same manner as the four women inside the pavilion. These people are responsible for serving tea and water outside. After all, all the guests are here, so they cannot be neglected.

The eight people's poems were handed over, and Mr. Wen Wei read them one by one, with a smile on his face. This kind of elegant thing in the literary world was his favorite, and it was much more attractive than modern movies and TV shows.

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I don’t know when the painting boat in the lake has docked, and the sweet sounds of guzheng and pipa can be heard from above. Mr. Wen Wei shook his head while reading the poems. There are poems and the sound of silk and bamboo. It is really a great enjoyment in life.

After briefly reading the poem as a whole, Mr. Wen Wei began to comment. The top one was written by a woman, and it was a poem.

"Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Whether they are similar or not is strange. Who knows the annoying flavor? Please ask me about the moon in the south tower. Remember the old days, the time to explore plum blossoms. No one talks about the old things. Who did I get drunk for?

Wake up, I still hate to say goodbye."

Mr. Wen Wei read it once, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Girl, the snow is like plums, and the plums are like snow. In ancient times, plums and snow were described by literati as the most elegant things in the world. Both of them are rare in the world.

I’m not looking for poetry or wine, but I’m looking for plum snow and good writing.”

This word is indeed very good. Mr. Wen Wei was very impressed by the first two sentences alone. The plum blossoms are used to represent snow, and the snow is used to represent plum blossoms. Then there is a big turning point in the second sentence. He starts to write about feelings and express his ambitions with objects.

, the virtual and the real are combined, especially the last sentence, for whom I was drunk and for whom I woke up, I still hate the separation even now, the feelings are quite sincere.

Mr. Wen Wei was very impressed. Although this poem was not a masterpiece, it was undoubtedly a top-notch masterpiece. He nodded to the woman, and his appreciation was very obvious.

The woman smiled sheepishly and said, "Mr. Wen Wei, thank you very much. The little girl also got a new poem by chance. It's just a humble composition. I don't dare to receive such praise from Mr. Wen Wei." She was very modest.

Mr. Wen Wei shook his head and said: "Girl, don't be too modest. I'm telling the truth. Your word is just as good as 'Third Brother', but it's just a little bit inferior."

Hearing him comparing 'Third Brother' to 'Third Brother', the woman laughed and said: "My little girl doesn't dare to compare with 'Third Brother'. He became a god as soon as he came out with one poem or two words. How can I dare to compare with him?"

Comparable."

When she said these words, everyone present laughed. Although they had never met 'Third Brother' in person, almost everyone admired him very much. Some people outside even praised him on a pedestal, which was almost as good as the ancient great master.

The great literary masters are compared to each other.

Mr. Wen Wei also laughed. He had naturally read the poems of "Third Brother", but only one poem or two words could be regarded as a masterpiece. He was not considered a great writer or great master, he could only be regarded as a top poet.

Of course, these three divine poems have almost laid the foundation for him to become a literary giant. As long as he continues to write poems in the future, becoming a great literary giant is just around the corner.

The woman's words were indeed good. Wei Zixuan smiled and said: "Miss Mingxue, please stop being modest. That 'third brother' is at least fifty years old. We are all still young and have a chance to catch up."

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The woman's name is Ming Xue, and Wei Zixuan knows her.

To be honest, speaking of the 'third brother', Wei Zixuan somehow remembered that boy Ye Tang. He was also a monster. That night, he composed two masterpieces in a row, and he was in Shuishan Mall.

He also composed several poems in front of the teacher. He only found out later that he was a monster.

Could he be the third brother?

Wei Zixuan thought about it and immediately shook his head. This idea was too scary and a little impossible. "Ten Years of Life and Death" was obviously written by an old man, and it absolutely couldn't be his.

As soon as Wei Zixuan's words came out, several other people also smiled and told her not to be modest. Poetry Club is about making friends with poems. Even if the other party does not do well, you still have to compliment her. This is called magnanimity.

"The frozen clouds cover the mountains at night, and the plain snow condenses at dawn. It is broken into thousands of pieces, and half of it is slanted in the wind. There is no powder in the sky, and there are no trees and only flowers are floating. The sky is ashamed of the sunset, and the color is broken and the morning glow is withered." Completion of Mingxue's words

, Mr. Wen Wei turned out the next poem and read, "This is a poem, written by Wei Zixuan."

Wei Zixuan is a disciple of Mr. Shui Qing, but Mr. Wen Wei is relatively familiar with him. Wei Zixuan has visited his home twice. He is a good friend of one of his students. He is very fond of Wei Zixuan's poetic talent and literary talent.

Mr. Wei also has many praises.

"Xinping, what a poem, I got it from your teacher." Although Wei Zixuan's poem is half inferior to Ming Xue's poem, it is still very good. Mr. Wen Wei praised it, Wei Zixuan is still older than him.

He is less than thirty, but he can compose poems so well, which is very rare.

Wei Zixuan also said humbly: "Mr. Wen Wei, thank you for your praise. This junior has only learned half of the teacher's skills. I dare not say that he has learned everything."

Wei Zixuan was too humble, a little too modest. Mr. Wen Wei laughed and said, "You are going to overwhelm most of the people here with your half-skilled skills. If you learn everything, it's not like that."

No one can survive."

When Mr. Wen Wei said these words, everyone laughed again. Of course Wei Zixuan knew that he was joking, so he laughed too. This was modest and normal, and no one would take it seriously.

Wei Zixuan's poem is not a top-notch masterpiece, but it is undoubtedly a masterpiece. After reviewing two poems, Mr. Wen Wei asked someone to copy them, and then passed on their two works first. Such good poems should be

All the talented people out there should also read and read.

In total, I copied more than thirty pieces, one for each table. After passing out the poems of Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue, I also collected the poems of talented men and women from outside. At this time, almost no one started writing anymore, and there was no way to write anymore.

Just come out, there's no need to worry about it.

Anyway, they can’t lose their heads. The most they can do is to be looked at twice by others instead of looking at them. This is the inner thought of those talented men and women who have been writing for a long time and have yet to write any poems.

Of course, Li Yue and Xu Lingwei were fine. They threw their pens aside early in the morning, quite simply.

"Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Whether they are similar or not is strange. Who knows the annoying flavor? Please ask me about the moon in the south tower. Remember the old days, the time to explore plum blossoms. No one talks about the old things. Who did I get drunk for?

Wake up, I still hate to say goodbye."

As soon as Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue's poems were obtained, the five heads of Lin Yuetong, Xu Lingwei, Li Yue, Jiang Wanyu, and Pan Xiangling came together. Li Yue read Ming Xue's poem, and the five of them suddenly became speechless.

This poem is really great. Of course, there is still a certain distance from the two poems by Third Brother, but no matter how far away they are, it is more than a hundred times stronger than them. Is this the strength of a first-class poet?

The five girls all looked into the pavilion. There were only two women sitting there. They should all be in their thirties, and Ming Xue should be one of them. He could do such a thing at such a young age.

Such good words, I can't help but feel jealous.

It seems that she is still a little far away from the first-class poets. Lin Yuetong sighed inwardly. Her poems were considered good in school, but in front of real masters, they were nothing.

Jiang Wanyu and Pan Xiangling also felt this way. They themselves were good at poetry, but in front of Mingxue and Wei Zixuan, they were really down by at least two levels. Their poetry was high-quality and top-notch, but they could not count at best.

It's a good masterpiece, or it's an ordinary masterpiece. It's really irritating to people.

Li Yue and Xu Lingwei just sighed. They didn't have as many ideas as they did. What others did well was other people's business, so they could just applaud. They knew how much they weighed, and several of the classmates here should belong to them.

The two of them are the weakest in strength, so there is no way they can be envious.

Lin Yuetong sighed a little, turned around and glanced at Ye Tang and Lin Wu. When he saw a pile of peels and melon shells on the table in front of Ye Tang, his mouth opened and he was a little stunned. This black boy, are you a pig? This is not the case.

It’s so delicious!

Lin Yuetong was a little annoyed. Looking at other people's tables, they almost didn't move much if they had things on them. It was so embarrassing for them to be like this.

"Eat, you know how to eat, look at the poems written by others!" Lin Yuetong glared at Ye Tang and handed over the poems written by Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue. Such good poems must be studied by him.

, so as not to be embarrassed here all the time.

Lin Yuetong shook the paper, and Ye Tang stuffed the banana into his mouth and quickly took it. Lin Yuetong seemed to be very angry. It was probably because his aunt was out of tune, so it was better not to offend her.

"It's okay," Ye Tang glanced at it and threw it back. The poems were indeed good, but no matter how important the poems were, eating was not as important as eating. Just now, when no one was paying attention, he and Lin Wu did eat a lot.

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Lin Wu was unwilling at first, but Ye Tang forced her to eat a dragon fruit, three bananas, and two cakes. Now she was a little full, and she couldn't help but feel full, and saw her aunt's eyes looking at her.

He came over and quickly covered his mouth. It was so embarrassing.

Lin Yuetong was a little dumbfounded. At the same time, she wanted to hit Ye Tang hard. This scumbag boy must have started too quickly. He had filled Lin Wu up in just such a short time. I couldn't help but admire him.

"Is it just okay?" Ye Tang said "it's okay" and nothing else. Lin Yuetong didn't intend to let him go, and stared at him tightly. It was okay to let Lin Wu eat, but don't let her eat either.

There are so many, I can almost hold them all.

"Is it okay? Otherwise, what else is there?" Ye Tang glanced at her inexplicably. Those two poems were not bad to begin with. They were excellent poems. Did he have to say a lot of 'licking the chrysanthemum'?

If you can't come up with compliments, is that necessary?

"You... are really hopeless. It seems that all you can do is 'not take a bath in the spring.'" Lin Yuetong didn't give in to Ye Tang at all. This black boy was just a guy with a thick skin as thick as a city wall. It was impossible to communicate with him.

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Hearing Lin Yuetong mention "no bathing in spring" again, Xu Lingwei burst into laughter. Now she felt that "no bathing in spring" was done by Ye Tang. Thinking about it, it was impossible for him to obey his errand.

However, it seems that he also composed a poem called "Spring Sleep without Feeling the Dawn". This poem is very good and can be compared to a masterpiece. I don't know where he heard it from.

"What about 'no bathing in spring'?" Li Yue, Jiang Wanyu and Pan Xiangling were a little confused when they heard this. They were also a little bit dumbfounded by the pile of peels in front of Ye Tang. This guy was too good at eating.

The three of them were very curious, so Xu Lingwei explained. When they heard her say the song "No Bathing in Spring", Li Yue and the others almost died laughing. What kind of poem is this? It's so funny.

But when the three of them heard the song "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn" again, they were all a little startled. "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn. You can hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers have fallen." It was only a short period of twenty years.

Only one word, but it paints an extremely vivid picture, giving people an immersive feeling. This is a masterpiece!

The three of them were shocked and stared at Ye Tang's face. Jiang Wanyu said in shock: "Did you really do this?" Jiang Wanyu couldn't believe it. If he really did this, then he is a genius.

incredible.

Pan Xiangling and Li Yue didn't say anything, but looking at their expressions, it was clear that they were also quite shocked.

Ye Tang peeled another banana, stuffed it into his mouth and said, "Did I do something weird? It's not just childish work for a talented man like me, the Third Brother, to compose a poem. Beauties, don't be obsessed with me, brother."

It’s a legend.”

Hearing that he called himself "Third Brother" again, Xu Lingwei, Li Yue, Pan Xiangling, and Jiang Wanyu all turned their heads and ignored him again. There are a lot of people who call themselves "Third Brother" in school, but they are all fakes. Although the song "Spring Sleeps Unconsciously"

Xiao' is very good, but if you want to pretend to be the third brother, don't even think about it.

I don’t know where I heard the good poem from, and even with his pig-like eating appearance, he dared to call himself Third Brother. Third Brother is not as unreliable as him.

(ps: Thank you Long Tianfeng Wu for the reward, continue to ask for votes, and I will send you 4,000 words.)

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