As a time traveler, Zhou Fan actually doesn’t remember many poems, but as a person who has received some education and training, he still remembers a few poems.

He sighed, it was really hard to lose.

Since he can not lose or show his fear, he does not plan to lose.

Zhou Fan picked up his pen and wrote the poem out in one go.

After writing, Zhou Fan threw away his pen in a very casual manner.

But Du Ni, who was thinking hard, looked at Zhou Fan's back and shouted: "Brother Zhou, I haven't written it yet."

Zhou Fan didn't look back: "Brother Du, if you can write better lyrics than me, you can come to me to discuss poetry at any time, otherwise don't bother me again in the future."

Du Ni was a little dissatisfied. Even if you write quickly, why would you be sure that you won?

Du Ni picked up the poem on the table and read it.

The sound is slow, searching

Searching and searching, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable. When it is still cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups and two cups of light wine can resist him? The wind comes at night! When the geese pass by, they are sad, but they are acquaintances in the old days.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? How can you grow black by guarding the window alone? The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is bit by bit by bit. This time, how can you be sad?

...

After Du Ni finished reading it, he frowned: "Shengsheng slow? Why have I never seen such a lyric card? Have you ever seen a new lyric card?"

Cipai is a standard and melody name of a ci, with a fixed format and rhythm, which determines the rhythm and rhythm of the ci.

The lyrics are sung according to a fixed tune. Choosing the name of the lyrics determines the rhythm and rhythm of a lyrics.

But Du Ni was quickly immersed in thinking about this poem. When he was thinking about it, his eyes were red. He looked at him with a little shy look at the surroundings before he came back to his senses from the poem's emotions.

He hadn't been infected by a poem for a long time, which made him stand silent for a while before sighing: "Even if you put aside this unseen poem to talk about it, this poem is really well written."

"The sadness and misery of the boudoir, and the melancholy emotions are like embedded in every word, searching for, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable..."

He lowered his head and read it carefully, and after reading it, he showed a bitter look on his face: "No wonder Brother Zhou dares to say that. Even if I think about such a lyrics, I can't write such a lyrics for a hundred years. Brother Zhou's poetry talent is really unprecedented."

"And I picked up the pen and wrote it in such a short time, as if I didn't think about it carefully. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it would have been done by an elderly woman who was alone in the empty room."

"No wonder Brother Zhou disdains to discuss poetry with me. A poem "Chrysanthemum Platform" is now a poem "Sudden Sounds: Searching and Searching". Such a poem is destined to be no one qualified to discuss poetry with Brother Zhou. I am still pretentious, which is really embarrassing..."

Du Ni felt ashamed while exclaiming.

However, Du Ni quickly thought a little strangely: "But Brother Zhou has never been famous. Apart from "Chrysanthemum Platform" and "Sheng Sheng Slowly·Search and Search", there are no more works. With Brother Zhou's talent, he must write as much as he wants, and he can leave behind countless poems that have passed down from generation to generation at any time..."

When Du Ni thought of this, he suddenly remembered what Zhou Fan said and was completely stunned, "Brother Zhou said he doesn't like writing poetry. Is this true? If this is the case, it would not be surprising."

Du Ni wondered: "Why does Brother Zhou like poetry? How can scholars not like poetry?"

He was stunned when he thought of this, and he remembered that Zhou Fan was not a pure scholar.

"This world is strange and rampant, but it's not that there are no warriors to protect peace, and you can also read and write poetry when practicing, just like I can't delay it."

"No, Brother Zhou is on a wrong path. His talent in poetry is far superior to his talent in martial arts. Why should he abandon poetry and concentrate on practicing martial arts?" Du Ni said angrily: "I must find a way to let Brother Zhou go back to the right path."

Du Ni thought about it, and soon his eyes lit up, "As long as Brother Zhou becomes famous in poetry and receives the benefits of fame, he should be able to return to the right path of poetry soon. I want to pass on this poem for Brother Zhou."

Du Ni has always been a character that does it just by saying it.

He picked up this poem and read it to the teaching professors who like poetry in the academy.

Teachers in the academy have always been divided into civil and military positions, each accounting for half of the country.

Civilian teachers are not powerless. There are even many people with great martial arts cultivation, but they are born to like poetry and books, so they become civilian teachers.

When I saw this song slow, after the sadness of the lyrics came out, I admired the poem, and looked happy and treasured.

But after hearing Du Ni explain the whole story, he looked indignant.

"How can such a talented person be wasted?" The civilian teachers all said similar words.

Du Ni nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, so please ask the teachers to spread it for Brother Zhou, so that Brother Zhou knows that many people like his poems and see if Brother Zhou can turn back."

"Don't worry, I will read this poem in class. Students cannot recite it backwards and will not be dismissed." The teachers promised.

After Du Ni promoted it in the academy, he grabbed another senior brother and left the academy.

Du Ni rarely goes out of the academy, and the senior brother he brought with him usually likes to participate in various literati poetry and lyrics.

Gaoxiang City is safer than other places. There are many academies in the academy and more literary and literary families. There are monsters outside. Martial arts are of course important, but there are always high-level officials who like some elegant activities that cannot be reached by the lower-level people.

This is a symbol of identity.

This is the case with poetry gatherings.

Du Ni brought this senior brother to take him to the poetry gathering.

The method of Du Ni's promotion is rough and simple.

After he arrived at a poetry gathering, no one knew him. After he waited for someone to write a poem, he picked it up and read it, and then shouted: "Trump, it's not as good as a three-year-old child. How dare you take it out?"

Du Ni has always been known for his frankness, but the author of the poem who dissatisfied naturally refuted it. After Du Ni's tone with a sarcastic but appropriate evaluation, he was criticized and speechless.

"You speak so well, what can you write?" People who write poems often can only glar at Du Ni in the end.

If it weren't for the indecent moves at poetry gatherings, they would have been despised, and they would have wanted to beat Du Ni in front of them into a pig's head.

But in fact, fortunately they didn't do it, otherwise they would have become the ones who turned into pig's heads.

Du Ni waited for them to ask, and he laughed and said, "I know that I am low in my level and dare not write it, but Zhou Juhua has released a new work. You are reading this new work. I guess you will never dare to write poetry and lyrics again."
Chapter completed!