Chapter 26 Amazing skills! (Third update, please vote!)

"Please say."

Han Jiang said.

Zhang Heng looked at Ding Xi and said, "My request is not limited to ancient poetry."

Han Jiang nodded and said: "Of course, poems written by contemporary literati are also acceptable, but they must be well-known poems, otherwise how will others know whether you wrote them yourself."

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "All I ask for is that you can use poems written by me, but you won't just use random words to make up for it. I will read out the whole poem once you take it."

"What!"

Han Jiang was shocked.

Ding Xi lost his composure and said: "How is this possible!"

The rest of the people also looked at Zhang Heng in shock.

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Of course, I ask that the question can only include one word. If there are multiple words, it will be very difficult and I won't be able to do it. How about it?"

Zeng Xiaokuan didn't know if Zhang Heng could do it, but since Zhang Heng asked for it, he believed it, so he spoke up and said, "I think it's absolutely possible. In fact, this increases the difficulty, rather than reducing it."

Han Jiang looked at Ding Xi and asked for his opinion.

Ding Xi sneered: "If you really have such talent, it doesn't matter if I admit defeat. Brother Zihua, just follow what he said."

Seeing that Ding Xi had no objections, Han Jiang nodded and said: "If you two have no objections, I will discuss with my classmates what characters to choose. In addition, since Zhang Sanlang has increased the difficulty, I suggest that there is no requirement for the location of the characters.

, as long as the poem you recite contains that word, what do you two think?"

Zhang Heng naturally had no objection and nodded in approval.

Ding Xi thought for a while, this also reduced the difficulty for him, so there was no need to object, and he nodded.

Han Jiang nodded and said, "Then it's settled."

After saying that, Han Jiang, Lu Gongzhu and others gathered around to discuss for a while, and then stood up and said: "After our discussion, the word given was [snow]. After all, the main purpose of coming here today is to enjoy snow, and snow is the most important word."

This is the most appropriate question, who should start now?"

Ding Xi looked at Zhang Heng, who smiled and said: "Ding Yameni goes first, otherwise I'm afraid Ding Yameni will get distracted."

Ding Xi sneered, and without being polite, he said directly: "Long chant while looking at the stars in the white snow, with both feet hanging down to raise the waves."

This is Li Bai's "He Lu Shiyu Tongtang Song".

Han Zhen praised: "As expected of Ding Yanei, he is extraordinary as soon as he makes a move. This poem is quite unusual."

Ding Xi smiled when he heard this, raised his chin with Zhang Heng and said, "Zhang Sanlang, it's your turn."

Zhang Heng smiled, pointed to the plum forest and said: "With plums but no snow, it is not spiritual, and with snow but no poetry, people are vulgar. Poems at dusk and snow all day long, and it is very spring when written together with plums."

"Um?"

"Um?"

…

Everyone looked at each other, a little confused.

"Whose poem is this? Brother Zihua, have you heard of it?"

Lu Gongzhu asked Han Jiang with some doubts.

Han Jiang also looked confused, shook her head and said: "Maybe I don't read enough poetry, and I haven't heard it."

"Ha, no, could it be that Zhang Sanlang did it himself?" Han Zhen couldn't help laughing. He looked at Ding Xi, originally thinking of asking Ding Xi, because Ding Xi was usually a good reader of poetry.

He was also the god who played with Feihua Ling, and even the most obscure poem could not escape his eyes. Unexpectedly, he saw Ding Xi frowning, looking like he was thinking hard, and couldn't help but said in a daze: "No, this is impossible, isn't it?

, this poem can definitely be regarded as a masterpiece..."

Everyone turned their heads desperately, wondering if they had missed anything, but no one asked. Han Jiang, as the host, asked: "Zhang Sanlang, who wrote this poem?"

Ding Xi stared at Zhang Heng closely, expecting Zhang Heng to say his name, but unexpectedly Zhang Heng said with a smile: "It's Bucai."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and Ding Xi seemed to have been punched in the head.

Han Zhen lost his composure and said, "Zhang Sanlang, you don't want to lie. If it's someone else's poem and you say it's your own, that's plagiarism. If someone exposes it in the future, your future will be gone!"

Zhang Heng shook his head. This is Lu Meipo's poem in the late Song Dynasty. How could it be plagiarized?

Everyone originally looked at Zhang Heng expectantly, expecting him to admit his mistake, but when they saw Zhang Heng shaking his head, everyone let out a sigh.

No way, no way, it was really written by this carrot head?

But this poem... this poem is quite good!

Han Jiang came back to his senses. Although the poem was excellent, it was the Feihua Order. Although Zhang Heng was allowed to write his own poem, it did not mean that Ding Xi had lost. So he and the lost Ding Xi said: "Ding Yanei

, you continue to pick up."

Ding Xi woke up from a dream, yes, I haven't lost yet!

He said without thinking: "The mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds."

This is a poem written by Tang Zuyong, and it is quite unfamiliar.

After Ding Xi said this, he immediately looked at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng smiled at him, then looked at Mei Lin, as if he was thinking for a while and said: "The plum snow is fighting for the spring but it is not willing to fall, so the scholar put down his pen and spent money on the review. The plum snow is three cents white,

Snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms."

"The plum blossoms are as white as the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms... This poem is really a good poem! But I don't remember seeing such a poem at all!" A scholar exclaimed.

"Um?"

"Can't you?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Ha, have I seen a ghost?"

"Quickly ask, whose poem is this? Could it be that he wrote it himself?"

…

Ding Xi's expression became very nervous. He couldn't wait for Han Jiang to ask questions, so he asked hurriedly: "Zhang Heng, you didn't say that you did this yourself!"

Zhang Heng said with a surprised look on his face: "Didn't I show it clearly enough when I just wrote the poem?"

Now not only Ding Xi, but also Han Jiang felt the pressure brought by talent.

He looked at Zhang Heng's slightly dark but very handsome face and was speechless.

The cynicism that had always been on Han Zhen's face had disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented dignity.

The face of the young man named Lu Gong was full of shock, and he looked at Zhang Heng in amazement.

At this time, apart from the sound of the cold wind passing by, there was only silence in Liang Garden.

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Ding Yanei, it's your turn."

Ding Xi was still in shock. Hearing this, he subconsciously said: "Bai Xue thought it was late in spring, so she flew through the trees in the garden and made flying flowers."

This is a poem by Han Yu.

Zhang Heng sighed, and the smile disappeared from his face, and he said slowly: "The first snow is a joyful song, and the second snow is still a joy to watch. Three snows are already too much, and four snows are different. I sit in a exposed house, and I lie down and hug you like iron.

Being. There is no job in the depressed city, and the door of loneliness is half closed."

There is no need to ask this, it must be about the present moment.

Since the beginning of winter this year, it has been the fourth heavy snowfall. They, the supervising students, can come to enjoy the snow, but the poor families are having a hard time making a living.

This poem is not as stunning as the previous two, but its height is much higher. The first two are about individuals, but this one is about the world.

The height pattern is completely different!

Han Zhen suddenly felt a little fever on his face.

Before that, he also tested Zhang Heng, making everyone think that Zhang Heng was just a nerd who was obsessed with studying. Now it seems that Zhang Heng is not a nerd. He obviously just thinks that everyone's talk is childish, so he doesn't want to brag along with him.
Chapter completed!