Cheng Zhiyuan said, "You guys, listen well. Our game is about palindrome poems. You can start!"

Palindrome poetry is also written as "Palindrome poetry" and "Palindrome poetry". It is a unique rhetorical method of using word order and reciprocating back and forth in Chinese, and it is called "Palindrome style". This is a unique rhetorical method of using word order and reciprocating back and forth in Chinese. Shangguan Yi of the Tang Dynasty said that "there are eight pairs of poems", and the seventh is "Palindrome". Palindrome refers to palindrome poetry. Palindrome poetry is a poem that arranges words and words into texts according to certain rules and can be recited back and forth. The form of this kind of poem changes infinitely and is very lively. It can be read up and down, read up in reverse, read inverted, read obliquely, and read interactively. As long as you read according to the rules, you can read it into beautiful poems.

There are very few people in history who can write palindrome poems, all of which are rare, and all of them are outstanding people.

Duan Mingyu also secretly stuck out his tongue. Old Man Cheng asked someone to write a poem, and there were so many mechanisms in it. Damn, I clearly don't want people to answer it. I just don't let you get what you want.

First of all, we have to be palindrome poems, we have to consider the order of the font and the artistic conception. But this poem is indeed too difficult. Although Fang Wenzhong and Xie Xiande think they are both talented and knowledgeable, they look at each other and dare not answer. Cheng Zhiyuan is indeed a well-read poet. Cheng Zhiyuan looked around the adults and smiled and said, "Can the five young masters come up?"

Seeing that no one answered, he asked again, and the smile on his face became stronger, "This poem is quite difficult. You guys will sit back in your seat for the time being. We will use the time limit for an incense stick. Those who cannot do it will be eliminated!"

The five of them had to return to their seats in disappointment, scratching their heads and ears and thinking.

Wan Yanyan in the backstage screen said anxiously: "Mr. Cheng Zhiyuan has such a difficult question. Don't you want to recruit a son-in-law for your sister?"

Cheng Junyu also stomped his feet hard and said, "What is Dad doing? He is obviously recruiting a son-in-law, but he forced me to hold a Wenchang meeting. Now that he has finally made it to the semi-finals, he has made such a question and makes things difficult for his elder brother. He really hates me."

Wan Yanyan spitted out her cute little tongue and laughed in her heart. Lord Cheng is not just a difficult person, why don’t you say that?

"But who is the young master writing a good poem?" A stick of incense passed in an instant, and Cheng Zhiyuan asked again with a smile.

The people in the hall looked at each other, and they thought that there would be a fierce battle between five and three. But they didn't know that the question of the governor made all the talented men stumped. Not only was Zhou Sanyong, who was famous for being a talented man, Cao Song had no response. Even Duan Mingyu, who had been in the limelight recently and made a big splash, was silent.

In this way, wouldn’t no one be able to take another step?

"Brother, hurry up..." Cheng Junyu and Wan Yanyan were secretly anxious and kept angrily.

Seeing Cheng Zhiyuan's big belly secretly proud, Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel funny. Seeing that the hall was extremely quiet, he stood up and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng, I have worked hard to write a poem about the passage." When everyone in the hall saw someone standing up, they were immediately uproar. Moreover, Duan Mingyu, the governor of Yingtian Army who had passed the barriers all the way, became even more excited.

Duan Mingyu smiled and said, "Listen to everyone, let's take a testimony from the elders and fellow villagers!"

Duan Mingyu walked forward two steps, gently shook the folding fan, and chanted slowly: "I hold the slender bowl of jade, and dot the remaining flowers and spit out the green shirt.

Songs and clouds condense in the quiet courtyard, dreams of striking pine and snow fall into the rocks.

The son remembers his father and his wife remembers his husband, and he keeps watching the night lights and lonely.

I sent a geese back late and had no news. I was separated for a long time and blocked the road.

The poetic rhyme is difficult to write, so I am afraid of empty pot when I drink a wine glass.

I have been intimate for a while and I have seen the water crossing the mountains and looking away from the distance.”

Cheng Zhiyuan stroked his beard and recalled, "No, good, good poems, good poems, everyone, let's try it over and over again."

At this moment, a talented man slowly chanted, "Looking at the mountains and waters with his dry eyes,

I have seen a few hearts know each other when I have been in contact.

I am afraid of drinking a glass of wine.

It is difficult to become a poem about He Yun in his writing.

The road is blocking people's separation for a long time,

The news is not sent back too late.

The lonely lamp watches the long and lonely night,

Husband remembers wife and father remembers son.

Cedars fall in the rocks,

The courtyard is quiet and the clouds are swallowed by the water.

When reading such a passage, the artistic conception of the poem has changed completely. The original poem describes the tired guest, but the passage becomes the thought-provoking wife, which shows the mystery of our Chinese literature."

It turns out that reading this poem is about husband recalling his wife, and reading it is about wife recalling his husband. It is seamless and amazing. It is amazing, it is really wonderful!"

Wednesday said in anger, "Protest, protest, I don't believe that he has such a great talent. If you miss the question, you will definitely miss the question!"

Cao Song shook his head, "I'm so focused that I'm really going to read the books of sages. Brother Zhou, I suggest you read the "Tao Te Ching" again!"

Zhou San said angrily, "Hmph, this is a bad word. Our literary fight is about to be fair. Pastoral poems are the threshold of scholars. How can they be easily written in an incense stick? But I don't believe it! Duan Mingyu, as the governor of Yingtian, has this power and this momentum, can bet on Zhou's mouth, but cannot block the whole world's mouth!"

Cao Song said, "What's wrong with this? Master Duan naturally did it!"

Duan Mingyu looked at Zhou Sany pitifully, "So how can Brother Zhou trust me?"

Cheng Zhiyuan was about to interrupt, but saw Zhou Yong stand up and say, "Let me say that, Lord Cheng, you all agree that it is the third-tier competition in the finals, and it will be over after one round. In the eyes of Xiaguan, it is better to compete for another round for fairness. It is also better for us to enjoy the eyes of all the talents, do you think so?" Everyone didn't want to see such a wonderful poem-fighting scene ended in a hurry, so they all responded with a loud bang.

Cheng Junyu stomped his feet in the rear of Taiwan and said, "How can these people be trustless?"

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at Duan Mingyu, as if asking for his opinion. Duan Mingyu cursed in his heart, "You old man, you are very itchy, and you come to pretend to ask me what I'm doing."

Duan Mingyu laughed and said, "Young Master Zhou is so good. This Wenchang Club itself is extremely fair. In the last round, all your brothers are humble and let Xiaoke win. You have lost the opportunity, but how can you ask for advice?"

The other four lost was seen by everyone. When Duan Mingyu asked this, Zhou Yong was stunned. The onlookers from the bottom became restless and shouted: "Another match, another round..."
Chapter completed!