Chapter 813： 1 Saying that life and death are the same

Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, and quickly passed through the memory of writing poems and paintings that Zhu Da learned from childhood.

The rhyme style of the poems, and the flat allusion. Even a lot of verbal writing and superb painting skills were all absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Like the inheritance memory of absorbing medicine before, Lin Feng is now absorbing Zhu Di's skills in writing poetry and painting quickly. The memory of countless ancient sages carried by the twenty-four Dinghai gods is Lin Feng's greatest treasure house, but a very precious treasure house of knowledge.

"It turns out that ancient poems are written in this way, with flat rhymes, useful for historical use. From ancient styles to rhythmic poems, from the Book of Songs to Tang Poems and Song Ci, they all developed in this way. The rhyme tables of the past dynasties are also very different. The pronunciation of many characters has changed a lot even now. However, if I write a poem today, I don’t need to be so in line with the metric of ancient poems. Just write an ancient style."

Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Lin Feng quickly absorbed all the inherited memories of Zhu Da, the Bada Mountain Man. By the way, I also referred to the memory of some other scholar poets, and gained a very clear understanding of the development of ancient Chinese poetry.

Knowing the metric and technique of poetry creation, Lin Feng was certainly able to write some corresponding ancient poetry. Although it is certainly not as good as the handed down works of the great poets in ancient times, as long as it is a poem of a little quality that conforms to the metric and some of his own emotional experience, Lin Feng can still make it with confidence.

"How is it? Lin Feng, if you can't write it, don't force it. Honestly stand behind the classroom and go to the penalty station. Anyway, there are ten minutes left for this class."

Seeing Lin Feng closed his eyes for more than ten seconds of silence, Old Man Wang thought he had nothing to do, so he could be regarded as letting Lin Feng go, and deliberately found him a step down. Anyway, his original intention was to make things difficult for Lin Feng, and he didn't intend to really embarrass Lin Feng.

However, the current developments have exceeded Old Man Wang's expectations. The third grade classmates in the classroom are almost broadcasting this difficult duel between teachers and students live on Post Bar. Old man Wang's temper is stubborn, and his reputation in the school was not very good. Therefore, many students who have been taught by him are now posting it to denounce Mr. Wang.

"Teacher Wang, if you want me to write a poem, you have to give me some time to think about it! The ancient Three Kingdoms Cao Zhi still needed seven steps to make a poem, but I was inspired just now and already has a poem. Please also Wang The teacher tasted it!"

Opening his eyes, Lin Feng said with a smile, he looked at the old man Wang slightly and said.

"Time to conceive? It's only ten seconds. Have you conceived an ancient poem?" Old Man Wang asked in disbelief.

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

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

"of course!"

Lin Feng smiled and turned to look at Qin Yanran who stood up to speak for herself, and said embarrassingly, "However, this is a love poem. Teacher Wang, should it meet your content requirements?"

As soon as he said this, Galin Feng was looking at Qin Yanran, and he immediately made the classmates in the entire classroom roar again.

"Wow! The latest news, Lin Feng is about to compose a poem, and after watching the school's "flower" Qin Yanran, he said he wants to compose a love poem!"

"It's so'wave'! I wonder what kind of love poem Senior Lin Feng would write?"

"Whether it can be written is not certain! Maybe Lin Feng is brave, and finally comes a half-foreign crappy limericks. What... I love you, love as deep as the Pacific... Such modern poems, then It doesn't count! The old man Wang said that he wanted to talk about ancient poems."

"What's Lou's psychology, are you thinking about Lin Feng's shame? He is our hero! Anyway, I am looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's love poems. No matter the quality, I support Lin Feng, what's wrong?"

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The reply in the post bar is called a quick one. This morning, it is estimated that few students will listen to the class in the classroom. Everyone is posting it and watching the live broadcast. Lin Feng is writing poems live!

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

At this time, the most surprising person was Qin Yanran. As an obedient ‘female’, she stood up and confronted the teacher to speak for Lin Feng, which made her heart a little nervous, but now Lin Feng’s words made Qin Yanran’s heart completely settled. An unprecedented sense of happiness enveloped Qin Yanran. She lowered her head slightly, and the little deer in her heart bumped into chaos, her face was flushed, and her two small hands were pulled together nervously.

"Love poems? Humph! Lin Feng, this stinky kid really thinks he can write poems? He writes love poems to Qin Yanran? He really swells his face and fills up a fat man. I want to see what kind of love poems you can write!"

Xiao Nishang, who was originally a little gloat, didn't know why, when Lin Feng was about to write a love poem to Qin Yanran, the jealousy in his heart became even greater, and he pouted and stared at Lin Feng.

"What? You want to write love poems?"

Hearing Lin Feng openly said in class that he wanted to write love poems, Old Man Wang's beard became crooked. But when Lin Feng was asked to write a poem, he kept saying that as long as it conformed to the metric of ancient poems, the content and subject matter could be chosen by Lin Feng himself.

Therefore, Old Man Wang could only swallow this breath, and said to Lin Feng, "Yes, what I just said, as long as it conforms to the ancient poetry and lyrics, you can write whatever you want. Class is over in eight minutes, Lin Feng, You don't want to delay any longer."

"Okay! Teacher Wang Then I can write poetry!"

Under the skeptical gaze of Old Man Wang, under Qin Yanran’s expectant and shy gaze, under Xiao Nishang’s jealous eyes, and the whole class and the classmates who are waiting for the live broadcast in Tieba. Immediately, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began to chant

"The hidden feelings of clouds and fog are difficult to plant,

Jin Yi Luoxiu's "lip" vermilion.

Who is Qingrei Zhuwai?

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

In just twenty-eight characters, a seven-character poem was made in one go, and Lin Feng only took three steps in the whole process. In ancient times, Cao Zhi made a poem in seven steps, but Lin Feng wrote an ancient poem in three steps after thinking for ten seconds.

The moment Lin Feng finished reciting this poem, the whole classroom was dead and quiet.

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