Chapter 807

Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly and quickly went through the inheritance and memory of writing poetry and painting that Zhu Da, the eight mountain people in his mind, learned from childhood.

The rhythm and style of poetry, as well as pingze allusions. Even the writing of many classical Chinese sentence patterns and superb painting skills were absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Like the inheritance and memory of traditional Chinese medicine before, Lin Feng is now rapidly absorbing Zhu Da's ability to write poetry and painting. The inheritance and memory of countless ancient sages carried by the 24 Dinghai God beads is Lin Feng's largest treasure house, but a very valuable treasure house of knowledge.

"It turns out that all ancient poems are written in this way. They have flat rhyme and can be used as references. From ancient style to regular poetry, from the book of songs to Tang poetry and Song Ci, they all developed in this way. The rhyme tables of the past dynasties are also very different, and the pronunciation of many words has changed a lot since they were passed on. However, if I write a poem today, I won't be so in line with the rhythm of ancient poetry. I just need to write an ancient style. "

Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Lin Feng quickly absorbed the inheritance and memory of Zhu Da, the Badashan. By the way, I also referred to the memory of some other scholars and poets, and had a very clear understanding of the development of ancient Chinese poetry.

Having understood the rules and techniques of poetry creation, Lin Feng was certainly able to write some ancient poetry. Although it is certainly not as good as the handed down works of those great poets in ancient times, Lin Feng is sure to make them as long as they are poems with a little quality in line with the rules and combined with some of his own emotional experience.

"How's it going? Lin Feng, if you can't write it, don't force it. Stand behind the classroom and punish it. Anyway, there are only ten minutes left in this class. "

Seeing Lin Feng's eyes closed and silent for more than ten seconds, old man Wang thought he had no way, so he let Lin Feng go and deliberately found a step for him. Anyway, his original intention was to make Lin Feng difficult. He didn't intend to really make Lin Feng lose face.

However, the current developments have exceeded old man Wang's expectations. The students of class 2, grade 3 of senior high school in the classroom almost live broadcast this difficult duel between teachers and students in the post bar. Old man Wang has a stubborn temper and the wind evaluation in the school is not very good. Therefore, many of the students he taught are now denouncing old man Wang in the post bar.

"Miss Wang, if you want me to write poetry, you must give me some time to conceive! Cao Zhi of the ancient Three Kingdoms still needs seven steps to become a poem, but just now I have an inspiration and already have a poem. Please give Mr. Wang a taste! "

When he opened his eyes, Lin Feng said with a smile. He looked at Old Man Wang slightly and said.

"When was the idea? You have conceived an ancient poem in only ten seconds? " Old man Wang asked incredulously.

"Yes, Miss Wang." Lin Feng said confidently.

"Then you can read your poem now?" Old man Wang asked again.

"Of course!"

Lin Feng smiled and turned to Qin Yanran, who stood up to speak for himself, and said with some embarrassment, "however, this is a love poem. Mr. Wang, should it meet your content requirements? "

As soon as he said this, and Lin Feng was looking at Qin Yanran at this time, he immediately let the students in the whole classroom coax again.

"Wow! The latest hot news is that Lin Feng is going to write a poem, and looking at the school flower Qin Yanran, he says he wants to write a love poem! "

"How romantic! I wonder what kind of love poem Lin Feng will write? "

"It's not certain whether you can write it! Maybe Lin Feng is just trying to be strong, and finally comes to a half foreign and poor Limerick poem. What... I love you as deeply as the Pacific Ocean... Such modern poetry, that doesn't count! Old man Wang said, "it's classical Chinese poetry."

"What's the psychology upstairs? Are you just thinking about Lin Feng's humiliation? He is the hero of our first! Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's love poems. No matter what the quality is, I just support Lin Feng's senior students. What's the matter? "

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The reply in the post bar is called a quick. This morning, it is estimated that few students will listen well in the classroom. Everyone is watching the live broadcast in the post bar. Lin Feng writes poems live!

"Lin Feng, do you want to write a poem for me? Is it a love poem for me? "

At this time, the most surprised person is Qin Yanran. As a good girl, she stood up and contradicted the teacher to speak for Lin Feng, which had made her little heart a little nervous, but now Lin Feng's sentence completely settled Qin Yanran's heart. An unprecedented sense of happiness enveloped Qin Yanran. Qin Yanran lowered her head slightly, the deer bumped in her heart, her face was crimson, and her two small hands were tight and stretched together.

"Love poetry? Hum! Does Lin Feng really think he can write poetry? And write love poems to Qin Yanran? I'm really fat. I want to see what kind of love poems you can write! "

Xiao nishang, who had some Schadenfreude, didn't know why. When he saw that Lin Feng wanted to write a love poem to Qin Yanran, he felt even more jealous. He pouted and stared at Lin Feng.

"What? You want to write a love poem? "

Hearing that Lin Feng openly said in class that he would write love poems, old man Wang's beard was crooked. However, when Lin Feng was just asked to write poetry, he kept saying that as long as it conforms to the rhythm of ancient poetry, the content and theme can be chosen by Lin Feng himself.

Therefore, old man Wang could only swallow this tone and said to Lin Feng, "yes, as I just said, as long as it conforms to the rhythm of ancient poetry, you can write anything. Class will be over in eight minutes, Lin Feng. You don't want to delay any more. "

"Good! Miss Wang, I'll write poetry! "

Under the questioning eyes of old man Wang, under the expectation and shy gaze of Qin Yanran, under the jealous eyes of Xiao nishang, and the lively attention of the whole class and the live broadcast students in the post bar, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began to read:

"It's hard to plant the hidden feeling of cloud blowing and fog,

Luo Xiulian in royal clothes is vermilion.

Who can make bamboo beautiful?

In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. "

In just 28 words, a seven character ancient style was completed at one go, and Lin Feng only took three steps in the whole process. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, but Lin Feng wrote an ancient poem in three steps after thinking for more than ten seconds.

At the moment when Lin Feng finished reading this poem, the whole classroom was quiet.