Chapter 136

The so-called "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.".

Xiao Jun doesn't want to stand out, but someone forces him to stand out.

Xiao Liu looked at Xiao Jun with provocative eyes and said: "Xiao Jun, can you write poems?

No, let's be clear. I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you that Chinese culture is broad and profound. Poetry has its own charm. Don't think that a few satirical Doggerels will make you a poet.

To borrow a sentence from Mr. Tang Jingwen, ignorance is not terrible, what is terrible is ignorance. It's good for you to remember that

Listening to Xiao Liu's words, people on this side of the Poetry Association have a feeling.

Jieqi, quite Jieqi.

You can be sarcastic, but can you do anything else?

Pretending to be a poet, you don't even deserve to give the poet shoes!

The opposite of these guys is the school teacher under the stage.

What's the matter? You can write poetry when you write poetry. How can you talk about "ignorance"?

It's going to be hard for us today, isn't it.

The teacher clenched his fist and hated that he was not good enough, otherwise he would immediately write a poem to him.

Teacher Wu is silent, but the children next to him don't worry so much.

Shen Lingrong stood up at that time and yelled: "brother Xiao Jun, he said this again. The guy criticized me with this sentence just now. I can hear that this man's poem says that our northeast scenery is good, but the people are not good. You can't let his broken poem stay! Brother Xiaojun, beat him

Listen to the little girl's words, the people of the Poetry Association on stage just sneer.

I still beat us. Didn't you hear me clearly just now? I asked for a poem with seven rhythms.

This is much more difficult than the topic that the writers' Association didn't ask for any poetic style before. How could it be done on the spot.

Well, even if Xiao Jun can do it, how can he compare with Xiao Liu's careful preparation.

There was chaos on and off the stage, and master Xun, who was waiting to write, was impatient.

"Xiao Liu, please forgive others. Young people should be more broad-minded. Come on, I'll give you... "

"Wait a minute!"

"Well?"

Master Xun's words were interrupted. Everyone looked over and saw that Xiao Jun went to the center of the rostrum again.

"Master Xun, don't be impatient for a while. Good food is not afraid of late, good poetry is not afraid of waiting. I'm going to write a poem. Please comment on it. "

Xiao Jun's words made everyone look suspicious, but Professor Zhang Zhidong touched his chin and was smiling. That's what he's waiting for. He believes Xiao Jun can.

"Brother, you want me to write poetry, don't you?"

"Right?"

"What requirements?"

"Qilu, tell me how you feel about the northeast mountain village."

"How do you feel?"

"There is no wine, no food, no bosom friend here. It's better to see mountains than people!"

"Ha ha, it's strange. My feeling is just opposite to yours. Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to my poem. It's also called "you Shan Cun."

Xiao Jun stepped forward, looked up and recited.

"You mountain village.

Don't laugh at the mellow farmhouse wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and porpoises.

The mountains are heavy and the waters are clear, and there is no way out.

Xiao and Gu follow the spring society, and their clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are willing to ride the moon at leisure, you will knock at the door all the time and night with your staff. "

There was another moment of silence, and then someone exclaimed.

"It's done, it's done!"

"Not only did he write poems, but the young man not only met the requirements of the title, but also wrote poems that were opposite to Xiao Liu's poems."

"What do you say?"

"Xiao Liu laughs that there's no good wine in the farmhouse, but he says don't laugh that the farmhouse's liquor is muddy. Xiao Liu has no whole body, but he is another village. Xiao Liu's food and tea is easy to eat, but his clothes are simple and antique. Xiao Liu's poems clearly express that he will never come here again, but he is willing to come back at any time.

The same rhythm, the same theme, but express the opposite mood. Obviously, it is aimed at Liu's poems created on the spot. Absolutely, absolutely

Listening to the exclamation of the people around him, Xiao Jun sneered in his heart.

It's not me. It's the boy who hit the gun himself. It's just the opposite of a famous poem "you Shan Xi Cun".

If I don't use this poem, am I not stupid?

"Well, what a village where mountains and rivers are heavy and there is no way out! I wrote this poem

Everyone was startled by an exclamation.

The old Guan, who had been sitting for a long time, got up at this time.

He wrote down the poem which he had just heard once without reading it again.

Master Xun put down his writing brush awkwardly.Old Guan has already started. No matter how much he supports Xiao Liu, what's the point.

So far, this activity has gone to so many places.

For the first time, people from the Poetry Association wrote their own poems, but they didn't leave them behind.

Even though he was unwilling, he could not say anything.

You say, he is not idle, who is not good to provoke Xiao Jun.

This is a guy who has set up countless famous masters in the alien world.

After Guan finished his poem, Xiao Jun didn't step back. He just stood there and looked at the people of the Poetry Association.

"Well, it's time for you to ask the second question."

"Well?"

What do you mean, provocation?

Let's take the initiative to ask questions. Does this guy really treat himself as a dish?

As he spoke, an old man from the Poetry Association stepped forward. Xiao Jun arched his hand slightly.

"Young man, I'll give you the second question. Our last four questions are connected. If you can pass me, I will let you continue to fight. But if you can't pass me, please step back. How's it going? "

"Yes. Old man, please make a question. "

"This is the second question. There is no limit to the style of the poem, but the theme should be "spring". The description of scenery should also describe people. More than 20 years ago, I came to Northeast China. I met a girl here at that time. Unfortunately, because of fate, I missed her. If you can use a poem to tell me how I should feel at this moment, and not leave the word "spring". I will study ink for you without saying a word. "

"Well, old man, please go to the desk and get the inkstone ready."

"Well?"

Xiao Jun's tone is really boundless. He didn't even read the poem, so he let people get ready.

Of course, the old man in the Poetry Association would not be so stupid, but soon, when a poem was read by Xiao Jun, the old man closed his eyes and felt it for a long time. He really didn't say a word and went to study ink automatically.

"Title: Jianmen mountain.

Last year, in today's gate, people's faces were red.

People do not know where to go, peach blossom still smile spring breeze

This is a poem about Nanzhuang, the capital city, written on a different plane. Xiao Juntian shamelessly changed the name of the poem. The original author of the poem is not as well-known as the poets of the same period, but his poem is the most famous one among all the poems describing spring scenery. It is said to describe the spring scenery, but who can't see the strong feeling of Acacia in the poem.

It has to be said that this poem is really about the old man's heart.

"Well, question three, which one of you

Standing in the middle of the stage, Xiao Jun coldly dropped this sentence.

The people on this side of the writers' Association were all in a daze. Before President Chang left Xiao Jun, he was still a little lucky and hesitant, but now he was full of shock. This boy, where is the evil coming from!

"Let me ask the third question. As I said just now, the following questions are coherent. Boy, listen to me. The third question requires seven wonders. The theme of the poem is "summer". The first two sentences describe the scene, and the last two sentences describe people. I want a kind of feeling that I am in a trance with a close friend. If there's one thing that doesn't meet the requirements, you should step down immediately. Don't be shameful here! "

"Well, if I make it, then you go down."

"No problem!"

"Listen.

Make an appointment.

It's rainy in Huangmei season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grass pond.

If you don't come in the middle of the night, you can play chess and light the lanterns

It's done. It's done. This guy didn't even think about it. As soon as he asked for it, he wrote it.

This man's request is so difficult that he even asks for everything he wants to say.

As a result

Chang, the chairman of the writers' Association, swallowed hard and marked two big words on Xiao Jun's head.

"Monster"!

"Why don't you go down? Shall I explain the poem to you? "

Xiao Jun stares at the person on the other side and slowly drops this sentence.

He made up his mind to stand here today.

Let you aim at me, let you say "ignorance", I will let you feel who is ignorant!

The face was red and white, just trying to say something.

At this time, on the other side of the book case, master Xun said in a loud voice, "young man, I have written your poem" the engagement! "

As the judges of the calligraphy masters have opened their mouths, there is nothing to contend with, that person so fart can not release a, turned to step down.

"Come on, question four. You'd better increase the difficulty and work out the questions coherently. Is it spring, summer, autumn and winter. Otherwise, I'll just tell you the poems of autumn and winter, which will save you time and saliva. "

Xiao Jun is about to write a poem, but Tang Jingwen over there suddenly shouts.

"Wait! Xiao Jun, you'd better listen to my fourth question. Yes, the theme is "autumn", but the requirement of poetic style is not quatrains or regular poems. My request is Yuanqu. ""Yuanqu?"

As soon as Tang Jingwen's voice fell, everyone was stunned.

Before that, it was mainly about Tang poetry. How can I change my style and make Yuanqu?

Nonsense, can we not change it? The people of the Poetry Association are not fools. They all see that they can't stop Xiao Jun in Tang poetry.

If we don't change the subject, they will lose their face completely.

As an expert in the study of classical poetry, Tang Jingwen naturally knew how to suppress Xiao Jun at once.

"Xiao Jun, are you stupid? Don't you even know what Yuanqu is? Forget it. You'd better go down. Don't lose face here. "

Tang Jingwen stood on the stage, smiling, with the appearance of a villain's ambition.

The writers' Association was filled with indignation, but it had nothing to do with it. People asked to listen to them.

Anyway, Xiao Jun has left many poems here.

That's enough.

Thinking of this, Chang, the president of the association, stepped forward and wanted to bring Xiao Jun back. Unexpectedly, the professor Zhang next to him grabbed him.

"Eh? Professor Zhang, who are you

"President Chang, don't worry. Xiao Jun is not that simple. As far as I know, he is a man who can do modern poetry and persuasive songs. A yuan song can't beat him. If it's really hard, he doesn't deserve to be called a genius. "

Professor Zhang's face is full of smiles, and President Chang is skeptical.

At this time, Xiao Jun spoke.