Chapter 65

Most of the onlookers were old ladies and students, but some of them were from Mo Pingchu's side. After all, they were all scholars, and they could tell the good from the bad.

Mo Pingchu also said with a smile: "brother Zhang's poem is really a rare masterpiece!"

Zhang clerical cold Piao Mo Ping first one eye, very disdainful way: "it's your turn!"

Mo Pingchu said with a smile: "let me think for a moment." Say, unexpectedly slowly closed eyes.

Two quarters of an hour later, an old woman and her students could not help shouting: "Hello, my surname is mo, can you do it? It's been a long time and I can't hold a word! "

"What's the hurry? Poetry needs artistic conception. Not everyone can think as quickly as brother Zhang. Besides, people are young and have little knowledge. Naturally, they should think more about it."

"I think he's stalling. You see, he's always closed his eyes and doesn't move. Isn't he asleep?"

"I think so. Hey, hey, Mo, Mo, wake up, hey, wake up!"

The irony of the old lady and the students made the people who stood on Mo Pingchu's side unable to stand. Zhang Wenyi glanced at Mo Pingchu, who closed his eyes and recuperated himself. He slightly hooked his lips, and his face became more and more elated.

Zhong Wanning's nervous palms are full of sweat, but for fear that Mo Pingchu might be distracted, he tries to bear his worries and coax some of the little nine who can't sit still to be obedient.

Another quarter of an hour later, the old lady and the students clamored for Mo Pingchu to admit defeat quickly. The people who followed Mo Pingchu thought that Mo Pingchu could not do it. They were very depressed.

Just here, Mo Pingchu slowly opened his eyes, went to the desk, took up the pen and quickly wrote down a few lines.

The people who followed immediately picked up Mo Pingchu's poem and took a look at it. They couldn't help but widened their eyes and showed an incredible look. Other people became more and more worried and urged them. The man coughed hard and then read aloud:

The wind is weak and the wind is hot. The setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings.

People are afraid of the exhaustion of the river and the sea?

Kunlun high snow, Penglai far often left cold.

If you can't carry the world with you, how can you bear to swim in it?

As the poem was read out, everyone was so surprised that they couldn't make a sound. Even the doctor couldn't help stepping forward. It's hard to believe that this poem was written by a teenager in such a short time!

In fact, the beginning of this poem is extraordinary. It uses "Tu" to describe the intense heat in summer, vividly depicting a scene of people's uneasiness in the hot and dry days; But then he wrote about the cool world he yearned for. However, the poet didn't want to go alone because he wanted to share the sufferings with all the people in the world. A "portable world" was amazing. I really don't know how Mo Pingchu thought of such strange words and how he could create such boldness?

The scenery description of this poem is as vivid as that of the previous one, but the pride is far more than that of the previous one. People almost forget to sigh, and can only feel the pride charm of the poem over and over again.

Zhang's face was shocked. He couldn't believe it. He looked at Mo Pingchu, who was still a little immature. Is the person who can write such poems really just a teenager?

Just listen to the doctor's exclamation: "good, what a world! If it's a tiger father without a dog When people woke up, they realized that although Mo Pingchu's father was a business merchant now, he was also a famous young talent in Kyoto when he was young. He only realized that what Zhang Wenshu had said before was ridiculous, and he could not help praising Mo Pingchu“ I have the honor of witnessing these famous lines through the ages. Mo Pingchu, the original text of this poem has been sent to me! " Someone responded quickly and immediately grabbed the poem and held it tightly in his hand, as if holding a rare treasure.

"Ah, how dare you swallow it alone, quick, quick, let me copy it first!"

"And me, I want to copy too!"

All of a sudden, everyone was in a mess. With Mo Pingchu and other pearls, no one would care to see Zhang's excellent work. Anyone can imagine that Mo Pingchu will be famous all over the world once this poem is published. No one dares to question this young talent's name!

The old lady's faces were very ugly, and Zhang's face was even more gloomy. He arched his hand at Mo Pingchu and said in a deep voice, "I'm willing to accept defeat. Since then, I've left Taixue and will never appear in front of you again. Goodbye!" Then he turned and staggered down the mountain.

The disordered people stopped as if they had been pressed the pause button. Looking at Zhang Wenshu, who left dejectedly, they were so excited that they could witness the emergence of a masterpiece with their own eyes that they forgot that there was still a big stake in this fight.

Seeing that Zhang Shuan was about to leave Taixue, the people who followed Mo Pingchu cheered. They had long seen that these old ladies and students were very unhappy. They were sour and rotten, and they felt that the world was unfair all day. But they didn't think about it. What were their ancestors doing when they were bleeding and sweating on the battlefield with the Kaiyuan female emperor?

As the saying goes, our ancestors have no foresight, dare not bleed, and are reluctant to sweat. Don't complain that they can enjoy their ancestors' shade and become officials easily!

The doctor looked at Mo Pingchu and his eyes flashed slightly. It's common for students to compete. However, it's not appropriate for him to drop out of school because of the competition. As a doctor, he can't stand to see this happen.

But the doctor didn't open his mouth yet, but he saw that Mo Pingchu had caught up with him. He grabbed Zhang Wenshu and asked in a deep voice, "elder martial brother Zhang, why do you study?"

Zhang Yuan Li looked at Mo Pingchu, puzzled why he held him, and even more puzzled that he didn't come to ridicule him, but asked why he wanted to read. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Mo Pingchu said in a deep voice: "people study not for loyalty to the country, but for fame and wealth. I think elder martial brother Zhang and I are no exception. From this point of view, you are no different from me. Today's contest is just a contest of poetry and prose between classmates. Poetry, songs and Fu are all about cultivating one's body and mind. Why should elder martial brother Zhang take it seriously? I heard that elder martial brother Zhang is going to take part in the examination. I wish elder martial brother Ma Daogong success

Zhang Wenshu's face was shocked. He didn't expect that in this case, Mo Pingchu would take the initiative to step down for him. Looking at Mo Pingchu's sincere and bright eyes, Zhang Yi felt ashamed and rushed away.

Old ladies and students are convinced to see Mo Pingchu do so. They thought that a young talent like Mo Pingchu must be arrogant. But they didn't expect that Mo Pingchu was a modest gentleman. Even like Zhang Wenshu, he treated each other with courtesy and took the initiative to show his kindness. He was so modest and broad-minded that people admired him! The new computer version will be opened after you collect it. The old version has been unable to open recently, and will be unable to open in the future. Please remember: network, free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft