Chapter 989

"Well, the students have also come up with a poem. They are going to show it. Please comment on it."

After hearing Liang Youwei's words, Zhu Yuanyuan also stood up and said that he had already thought about what to write. If it was not for waiting for all the people present to write, he would have gone down to write.

It's just that the Terrans themselves have been very difficult in the literary world. These people have just become children. Zhu Yuanyuan doesn't want to destroy their self-confidence. He asks them to write first, and he writes at the end. In this way, they can understand the gap. Otherwise, they will retreat before they write, and everything they encounter will retreat again and again. This is not a good thing.

"It snows all night in March, and it should not hurt things. It's only because of the spring that I want to finish. I'll keep the pear blossom with me

Zhu Yuanyuan picked up a pen and appeared on Xuan paper one by one.

"Boom

After Zhu Yuanyuan finished writing the last word and stopped writing, a strong red column of light shot straight into the sky from the rice paper, which immediately dyed the whole night sky red, and the whole town was illuminated with red color. The red culture was full of noble spirit, upright spirit, and there was no blood smell and evil spirit at all.

This poem was originally written by Du Fu, but it lacks a title, but it is controversial. Some people say that this poem belongs to Wen Tingyun. Of course, Zhu Yuanyuan doesn't care who it is. In the literary world, this poem is his own.

The meaning of this poem is also very clear, that is, it snowed for several nights in March, but it did not hurt the things in the beautiful scenery. It was just because it was going to spring that the snow stopped, leaving only the residual snow accompanying the pear blossom on the branches.

However, this poem was originally without a name and lacked a title. Now it is named Liulian by Zhu Yuanyuan, which is also in line with the title of the poem. The winter snow lingers on the pear blossom.

"King level poetry!! God, this... Zhu Yuanyuan has once again written poems of the king level

"It's incredible. It's incredible."

"How is it possible that Zhu Yuanyuan has just opened the literary palace to become a literary student? How can he write a king's poetry again?"

"The king class, the king class, the young student is willing to bow down!"

"Well, people are more dead than people, goods are better than goods!"

"Ah! Good heavens! Since the origin of Zhu, why give birth to me Gan Lin Liang

"Ha ha! My Terran unexpectedly produced such a talent as Zhu Yuanyuan. The Terran is hopeful, the Terran is hopeful! "

All the children present were stunned. Looking at the rising red culture and the figure of Zhu Yuanyuan, they were all crazy. Some people exclaimed, some thought it impossible, and others were shouting.

"Hiss! How talented is Zhu Yuanyuan? I've even created a king level poem, my God

Wang Xueming was also looking at the red eyes all over the sky. He did not expect that Zhu Yuanyuan could write poems at the king's level. It was terrible. He thought that this time, at most, was a bronze or silver poem, and at most a gold level poem. However, it was a king's poetry, which surprised Wang Xueming.

"Yes, Zhu Xiaoyou's talent is really incomparable. He could write a king's poem when he didn't open the literary palace. Now he has created another king level poem at the Wensheng stage. It's amazing, amazing! But it has to be said that this is the luck of you and me, as well as Ji Guo, and even more so for the whole Terran! With Zhu Xiaoyou, we will surely have a strong man in the future. At least, he will be a strong man in the cultivation of Yasheng Wenxiu! "

Liang Youwei stares at Zhu Yuanyuan with huohuohuo Shenghui in his eyes. He is very excited and finds such a genius in the town of tomorrow night.

"Mr. Wang and Liang Xuezheng are right. Zhu Yuanyuan is the Tianjiao of our Ji state, and will certainly be more powerful in the future to hold up a piece of heaven for our people."

Chen Sheng also opened his mouth at the same time. He thought Zhu Yuanyuan was very good, and now it is even more so.

"Yes, yes, the three adults are right. Zhu Yuanyuan is too talented, which is the hope of our people. He will certainly become a literary sage in the future."

Wang Xiaoren was also shocked, but he didn't think Zhu Yuanyuan was very fierce. Instead, he thought that Zhu Yuanyuan was an accident. But now it seems that this is not an accident at all, but a real evil. Now, if Wang Xueming and Wang Xueming are around, Wang Xiaoren would like to kill Zhu Yuanyuan The meaning of killing is very strong.

When the red culture of the sky disappeared, Zhu Yuanyuan found that the rice paper on the table had changed suddenly, with red light flowing on it, which was Wenbao.

"Mr. Zhu, your poem has reached the king level. Congratulations. In my opinion, your talent is unique in the kingdom of Ji. No, to be exact, there are only a few talents that can be compared with you among the human race."

Wang Xueming is very much admired now. He has never written a king level poem himself. He can only admire it. When he speaks, he praises Zhu Yuanyuan to heaven.

"Mr. Wang praised me wrongly, but I don't deserve it."

Zhu Yuanyuan hugged Wang Xueming and said modestly. Good guy, the people here speak too directly. He really doesn't adapt to it!"Dangde, Dangde, Zhu Xiaoyou, this is the origin of Zhu, but you don't think it's a big deal. Over the years on the blue star, there are more than tens of thousands of famous poems. In fact, hundreds of thousands of ancient poems can be collected. However, there are only about 50000 poems handed down from generation to generation. This is still among the Chinese, if you include foreign countries There are more poems.

So Zhu Yuanyuan doesn't care about such a poem. If it doesn't, it's gone. Anyway, he has the whole water blue star in it, and he's afraid that there are not a few poems that can't be included?

"Mr. Zhu, you are really open-minded. We want to make a mistake." After hearing Zhu Yuanyuan's words, Wang Xueming was relieved. He was really afraid that he could not afford to ask them for the king's poem.

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