"Since it is the content of the competition I chose, the title of the poem will be written by you." As soon as Tang Que said, he attracted a lot of praise.

First, he chose the content of the competition to confront each other, and then he showed his generosity in the title. Tang Que attacked the strong with his weak but did not take any advantage. Then he looked at his calmness and calmness when facing Liu Suifeng, but he was much better than Wang Jiaxiang and the other two who had been timid just now. I really didn't expect that Old Tang, who had always been in class, had such a side.

After Liu Suifeng looked at Tang Que deeply, he turned his head slightly with a smile and said, "Students, how about you choose a question?" He has always been proud, and the meaning of his words is that he doesn't want to take advantage of Tang Que.

"Okay! Actually, there is nothing like that." After following Liu Suifeng, the Jinshi students who came to look around carelessly, they chose the target. "There is no sight around, so they took the peach tree as the title, and the effort of two incense sticks is limited. As for the quality of the poem, they will have their own opinions on it."

With their fingers, the students who had climbed up the peach tree to watch the fun were busy slipping out of the tree because there were too many people.

It is early March, and it was the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The peach tree they chose was also blooming well, but the peach blossoms of this tree had just passed through a storm last night. Just now, a student rushed up and rubbed around. At this time, it looked like a flower withering and stamens. In spring, the highlights were on the flowers. How could I say this at this time?

Many students watching the fun looked at the peach tree, then Liu Suifeng and Tang Que, then looked at the peach tree, and silently gave up the road to the peach tree.

By the time Tang Que and Liu Suifeng arrived, the people within three feet of the peach tree had already retreated consciously. The more crowded people looked quietly at the competition around the peach tree.

Standing quietly under the tree, he first looked at half of the remaining reds and petals on the ground, and Tang Que raised his head and walked on the branches. He followed the dark trunk soaked in the night rain to the green peach leaves. He happened to see a peach blossom that had just bloomed at the front of the perky branches.

Blowing with the warm spring breeze, against the backdrop of the redness of the ground, this newly blooming peach blossom is so beautiful and dazzling, exuding a full vitality.

Looking carefully under the flowers for a long time, familiar poems emerged from Tang Que's heart. Just then, Liu Suifeng had already made a custom work. He did not wait for Tang Que to chant loudly:

Peach blossoms bloom first, and no one can see the brightness. Unfortunately, the sudden rain fell behind, and the remaining red raspberry moss was dotted.

His poem is purely realistic, and the sentence "Who doesn't look bright" is as straight as vernacular, but it is better to be fresh and catchy to read. "The red pieces" outline a scene full of flowers and ground with only four words, especially the word "dot" at the end is extremely exquisite, and it is very wonderful to refine the characters. Looking at the whole poem, it is indeed good. If you consider that this is an impromptu poem recited in a short time, the evaluation can be higher.

Those who were watching were all sergeants in the county school. Even if they couldn't do it, they memorized a lot on weekdays. They still had basic appreciation ability under the influence of their eyes. Although most students couldn't stand Liu Suifeng's crazy attitude all day long, seeing that he had such talent at this moment, I couldn't say that the word "good" was the word "good".

The Mingjing Scientologist, who was suddenly excited by Tang Que's performance just now, felt sad after listening to this poem. He wrote poems that were not like Mingjing. They could produce results by using their skills. They value talent more. Alas, it is not as good as talent, and there is nothing we can do about it.

After listening to Liu Suifeng's poem, Zhang Xiangwen, who was standing in front of the crowd, did not care that he had just passed the ruler on his hand, and rubbed his hands hard after gritting his hands together. Damn, now he just waited for the competition to end, and he was going to come forward to find Liu Suifeng to challenge his fists. If he didn't beat this rabbit husband to the face, he would not be able to relieve the hatred he had held.

The cheers around him were like Liu Suifeng didn't hear them. After chanting, he turned to Tang Que and said, "Senior Brother Tang, please."

Upon hearing this, Tang Que looked at Liu Suifeng, then looked at the onlookers, and chanted the same peach blossom poem:

In March, the spring is back in the wind and rainy day, and the green peach blossoms are filled with the passing years. There are still three thousand petals of red leaves, which is not as good as the first bloom!

Just as he heard Tang Que chanting the first two sentences, Liu Suifeng frowned, and his face had changed. He also wrote about the peach blossoms after the spring rain, "March spring returns to the wind and rainy day" is better than his "peach blossoms are warmer and bloom first" in terms of both the use of words and the structure of the sense of picture. Tang Que's second sentence "The green peach blossoms are filled with the passing years" is vaguely contained in the philosophical thoughts of time passing by, which sublimates the whole poem in terms of artistic conception.

By the time he heard Tang Que's last two sentences chanting, Liu Suifeng knew that this competition was a complete loss. He was purely realistic. Although he was well-written, the "remaining red pieces" revealed a completely desolate scene, which was inconsistent with the meaning of "spring" pointed out in the first sentence. In fact, he had vaguely violated a taboo. However, although Tang Que also wrote "Three Thousand Petals of Remaining Red", he wrote this sentence to pave the way for the last sentence "not as good as the first time to bloom a fresh branch".

It is not necessary to say that the poem Tang Que uses words to refine words. Although the feeling it brings to people is ruthless in spring rain and the thoughts of spring are light and sad, it generally maintains the hope of spring and the vitality of spring. Combining these two feelings, it restores the spring that is truly felt in reality.

Although they are all chanting peaches, the willows chant the remaining red with the wind, while Tang Que chants the new flowers after the wind and rain. In general, the quality of these two poems is exactly the same as the last two lines of Tang Que's poem: There are still three thousand petals of red with less than a fresh bloom!

Liu Suifeng wrote well, but Tang Que chanted a masterpiece. He ended in this competition!

"I lost!" Liu Suifeng's words were very straightforward, and he was also arrogant. "If you have the chance in the future, you should have another discussion with Senior Brother Tang." After saying this, he turned around and left.

Liu Suifeng, a versatile scholar who has been unbeaten in the county school, has finally lost, but he lost simply. Even those who have always disliked him have to admit that this guy is unfair and unfair, and he will not lose his position.

It was not until Liu Suifeng turned around and took three or four steps that the cheers of the Mingjing Scientists who had finished savoring the poems of Tang Que. Liu Suifeng, who had such a strong limelight, was finally killed, and was killed by the Mingjing Scientists in the poetry chanting competition. How glorious it was! Although it was not their move, as Tang Que's classmates, it was also honored.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was just the time to be excited. Then Tang Que felt a crackling sound on his shoulders and arms. Almost everyone in his class rushed up and punched him. If he didn't punch hard, it would be really not enough to vent his excitement. Zhang Xiangwen stood beside him, without having to hit his face, and he was already smiling like a flower.

"Brother is really the eldest brother. Seeing that Liu Suifeng is still crazy, after what happened just now, you have become famous in the county school. I promise that all the county school students will know you within one day." After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Tang Que, who had something to do in his heart, saw that Zhang Xiangwen was noisy, so he was lazy to pay attention to him and left in a hurry.

After leaving the county school gate, Tang Que was about to leave by himself, but when he saw Zhang Xiangwen's carriage waiting, his feet immediately changed direction, "I have something urgent to do, use your carriage to take me to Tianfu Temple in the north of the city first."

"Is there something urgent? Why are you still taking a car? It's much faster to ride a horse?" Zhang Xiangwen said as he waved his hand to signal the two followers to take the horses over.

Looking at the horse reins handed over by Zhang Xiangwen, Tang Que could only say helplessly: "I can't ride?"

"You can't ride a horse?" No wonder Zhang Xiangwen was surprised. Horses were like bicycles in later generations for the Tang people. Of course, horses in the Tang Dynasty were definitely much more expensive than bicycles in later generations. But like bicycles in later generations, horses were also a necessary tool for traveling in this era, especially for scholars, from close to visiting relatives and friends, from far away to traveling for exams, almost all their feet were horses. Those who were as big as Tang Que could not ride horses, just like those in later generations who could not ride bicycles, it would inevitably be surprising to say it.

"No, no, no," Tang Que also felt a little astringent on his face, and he didn't take the reins. He turned around and said, "Why don't you hurry up?"

After Zhang Xiangwen got on the car, he immediately took a lot of money to teach Tang Que to ride a horse. The reason was quite good, "After all, you are my elder brother, and you are a person who has just made a big splash. You can't even ride a horse. If you spread it, you will lose me more people..."
Chapter completed!