Liu Shi secretly rubbed his head. To outsiders, this was a sign of nervousness. Those who suppressed Liu Shinan also felt a chill in their hearts.

At this time, Meng Lang spoke and said, "Young Master Liu is not like a local person. He is a guest from afar, so please ask Young Master Liu to write poems first."

Liu Shi listened inwardly and also got up. Seeing the scene so big, he was very helpful. He walked out and walked in the inn for a while, pretending to be thinking. In fact, he was thinking about what kind of poetry to use.

Before I traveled through time, I was a liberal arts college student. After studying for more than ten years, I memorized many poems, and I happened to like ancient poems.

I thought to myself: "You can't use poems I have memorized in college. Wouldn't that mean I bully people? Then just put a few poems I memorized in elementary school. Dear poets, please lend your poems to use."

So he stopped, enjoying the eyes of everyone, and the sounds of the shop gradually disappeared, and Liu Shian felt the enthusiasm for poetry in this Huizhou city, so he stopped hesitating and slowly spoke: "The first song "Spring Dawn", spring sleeps without feeling dawn, and hears birds cry everywhere, the sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many flowers fall."

There was a cheer in the store, and a literati copied Liu Shian's poems and hung them for everyone to watch. They were silent for a moment, from cheering to silence.

"The second song, "Evening Sunny", lives deep in the city, and it is still clear when spring passes in summer. The will of heaven pity the secluded grass, and the world is full of late sunshine."

"The third poem, "Attack in the Mountains" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the stones. The bamboos are noisy and the washing girl is washed down, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. The spring fragrance is at will, and the princes and grandsons can stay."

"The fourth song "Snow in the River", birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths."

Liu Shi secretly recited the last poem, but suddenly couldn't remember the last two sentences. He was anxious, so he paused for a moment and looked at the beam above the inn, as if he was thinking.

But I was extremely anxious: "Fuck, I don't remember it. I haven't recited these poems for too long. Birds flew all over the mountains and people disappeared. What are the next two sentences? I can't remember it for a while. How do I pretend to compare? I must remember it."

Everyone did not speak out, waiting for the last few lines of poetry, but saw Liu Shian thinking for a long time before saying: "The old man in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

As soon as the four poems were released, the whole hall was silent and silent. These four poems were really shocking.

Then someone applauded and cheered, and for a moment, inside and outside the inn were all exclaiming.

"Oh my god, these four poems are so amazing."

"What a poem, what a poem."

"It was really what this teenager did? This is definitely a genius poet."

"When will I be able to make such a good poem? Did I get kicked by a donkey when I was a child? Why didn't I have such a brain?"

"The last thought just now was really fascinating. He seemed to be communicating with heaven and earth. Every move he made was like a poetic sage. He was really handsome."

"The poems of the four seasons have their own characteristics, and they are also good at using words and sentences."

During this period, some girls also shouted admiration.

There was a lot of discussion for a while. The literati who wrote the four poems in the extremely neat regular script of the Daling Kingdom Dynasty, hung them in the inn. When everyone read them again, they felt that it was too amazing.

After Liu Shinan's four poems, he bowed to everyone: "I am not talented and learned in a shallow way. I took more than ten steps to make these poems and confess them. I was ashamed at the end of the moment when I suddenly thought of my mentors' guidance. For a moment, my thoughts were a little rested, and I was really ashamed."

Liu Shi's secret words made everyone feel that this talent and demeanor were extraordinary.

Liu Shi looked at the table and said, "I will give you another ignorant work, and I would like to ask you all the fat and thin young men, please give me some advice."

Meng Lang had already been in a state of great success. These poems were good at first reading, but the more I read them, the more I felt very clever. This is a masterpiece among the four seasons of poetry, and I couldn't do it anyway. However, the person in front of me said that he was a foolish work, which was really too pretentious.

Meng Lang knew that he was not good, so he hurriedly turned his attention to Sima Wuque. Sima Wuque lowered his head and pinched his nails as if he was nothing. Finally, he had to hold his fists and look at the young master who had been silent, Wang Chulan.

Wang Chulan, whose ancestors have produced two top scholars, is a scholarly family. He has been influenced by poetry and songs since he was a child, and has achieved extraordinary accomplishments.

Looking at the four peerless works in front of me, they appeared suddenly, and my heart was also filled with storms. The choice of these words and words is full of expressions. Not only does it remain in the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but it also has excellent rhythm and rhythm. The most important thing is that the main body is very profound and long, and it is read three feet away.

Wang Chulan's arrogant face finally showed some frustration. He stood up and wanted to fight with all his strength, but found that every word could not be opened. He could only sigh and secretly salute to Liu Shi, saying, "Wang Chulan is willing to give up the disadvantage. I hope he will have the opportunity to bid farewell to the next future."

Wang Chulan gave up and left, causing the other young men on the table to stand up and leave, and then only Sima Wuque and Meng Lang were left.

Meng Lang was also a little talented and had to face this showdown and said, "The second poem is not considered a summer poem. It does not contain the characteristics of summer, and it cannot be counted."

Liu Shi thought to himself and said, "Young Master Meng can pick on tricks, so I will write another poem, so what? When I am home again, there is a mountain pavilion at home. In summer, the scenery is pretty good. Then use this as the poem "Summer Mountain Pavilion". The green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the towers enters the pond. The crystal curtains move and the breeze blows, and the fragrance of roses is filled with fragrance in the courtyard."

Liu Shi said secretly: "Young Master Meng, what do you think?"

Meng Lang wanted to pick the bones again, but an old man walked out of the crowd with a white beard on his face, but it made people feel energetic, and everyone exclaimed: "The Great Confucian Yuan Hongdao."

This person is the master of the literary world in Huizhou. He was once the Grand Tutor in Yunting Palace. Now after resigning from office, he has returned to Huizhou and become the dean of a college in Huizhou.

He spoke: "Meng Lang."

Meng Lang bowed: "Teacher, why are you here too?"

Yuan Hongdao said: "When you are free, you will go around. If you lose, don't argue again."

Liu Shi looked at this person secretly and remembered a person who was once in Jiangshan Hall. He nodded and almost killed the Liu family's death, but he did not forget it.

This person and that person must be in contact.
Chapter completed!