Poetry is a matter of urgent need, but the poems of snow at the Autumn Snow Club are not. Everyone knows that this is the last question, so they all do it early and wait for the last moment to bloom.

Therefore, famous lyrics of snow have been emerging over the years, competing for beauty.

"I don't know that the glow of the garden is falling today, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night."

"But the snow is too late for spring, so she penetrates the trees in the courtyard to make flying flowers."

"Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and both similar and not similar are amazing."

"The palace group returned to Lin Yanguang and fell into Qiongfang in shattered during the day."

"I will not hesitate to the sky after falling all the jade flowers, and I will give him the plum blossoms without any fragrance."

"I'm talking to Qiong Yao all over the ground, and I'll have fun with you."

"The birds scattered on the door and fell into pieces."

"There are no more joyful jade butterflies flying in the sky, and they don't mind the valley blocking the yellow orioles."

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Now, there are no famous quotes. After all, the beautiful scenery has been told before, so what can I say now? Tangcheng is thinking while walking.

The onlookers separated a road and looked at Tangcheng with sympathy. The nickname Hanshan Monkey is widely circulated, and it also makes Tangcheng a little famous. Especially as Han Hansong advanced step by step at the autumn snow meeting, jokes about Hanshan Monkey were spread to Bailu Cave and other academies.

Even the beauty with Hongxiu Tianxiang looked at Han Hansong with strange eyes. This was a huge shame for Han Hansong, and she was also an irreconcilable hatred with Tang Cheng.

This time, Tang Cheng came to power was just a small step in Han Hansong's revenge plan. As long as Tang Cheng's poems make a small mistake, Han Hansong will definitely make up a joke called Tang Cheng's infamous for thousands of years.

In the end, there were only three people left on the stage, two men and one woman.

That woman is a new talented woman with Hongxiu Tianxiang, called Luo Fu. She is worthy of the name of this classical beauty. She is indeed beautiful, especially her quiet and elegant atmosphere, which is even more intoxicating.

In addition to Hanshan Monkey, there is another one of the two men, Lin Shuangchan from Xiaoxiang Academy. They did not seek any helpers, and they were obviously prepared for Yongxue.

After Tang Cheng came to power, Han Hansong bowed and smiled, saying, "I have exhausted my talent, and I have to save the situation!" Tang Cheng was not polite to such a bitch, and laughed and said, "It's okay! Just stay there!"

Lin Shuangchan and Luo Fu also heard about the story in Yuelu Academy, and they couldn't help but concentrate on watching. Unexpectedly, the two did not fight directly, which disappointed people.

There are white heads in the audience, and there is no limit to the sight at first sight. Twenty thousand people are watching at the same time, and their momentum is enough to make people suffocate. In this case, it is not uncommon for people who have not experienced big scenes to lose their composure in public. Not enough, this is naturally a minor meaning for Tang Cheng.

A sentence made Han Hansong avoid the side with a pale face. Tang Cheng then turned around and bowed to Lin Shuangchan and Luo Fu and the others, "I'm just here for the first time, let's think about it. You're quick-witted, so why not ask for it first!"

Tang Cheng's words were not as humble as the two of them, so they didn't feel any disgusting. Lin Shuangchan smiled brightly and said, "I don't know many of you, so I never thought of entering the finals. Therefore, I have never prepared poems specifically. My first poem is considered a throw-in to attract jade. Please give me a comment."

This guy is not an honest person. Let's sell a good person first. Even if he is really not doing well, many people talk about him. Lin Shuangchan cleared his throat, coughed lightly, and said, "The snow in the sky is floating, changing the old country. Looking up at Taixu, I suspected that it was a jade dragon fighting. The scales and armor flew across the universe in an instant."

How do you say this poem? It is not too bad, nor is it good. The judges on the stage pondered for a while, and in Lin Shuangchan's expectant eyes, they all smiled and said, "Let's listen to the other two poems, and let's comment together!"

As soon as this sentence was said, Lin Shuangchan immediately became depressed. The implication of this sentence was naturally that this poem was really meaningless, so wait before talking about it.

The scholars in the audience are not fans of celebrities. After reading this poem, they started to make a fuss. This is also the favorite part of those boring scholars.

"Looking up at Taixu, I suspect it was a Jade Dragon Fight. I really didn't have any creativity. I'm better than his one!"

"Jiang Lang's talents are gone, Jiang Lang's talents are gone!"

"Come down, you're embarrassing!"

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The audience was watching the show in the wind and snow, waiting for this moment to ridicule those so-called talents. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is normal for literati to be careless.

Although there were constant boos, Lin Shuangchan's cultivation was high, and the smile on his face had never changed. It could be called a cultivation of Mount Tai collapsed on his face and his expression remained unchanged.

Compared to Lin Shuangchan, Luo Fu's courage and mind were a little worse. Perhaps because of her gender, her face turned a little pale. She turned her eyes to Tang Cheng for help, but Tang Cheng was not a person who cared about beauty. He grinned and said, "It was a knife to stretch his head, and a knife to shrink his head. What are you worried about?"

Tang Cheng said vulgarly, but his words were rough and not rough. Luo Fu glared at Tang Cheng fiercely, bit his teeth secretly, turned around and wrote it straight on the desk, and handed it over to the judge Liu Feiyan.

When passing by Tang Cheng, she also gave Tang Cheng a fierce look.

Liu Feiyan looked at the quatrain full of pen and ink, her eyes lit up and said loudly: "I just saw that the clouds on the ridge are like covers, and the snow is like dust on the rocks. Thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, stones, jade trees, and pine trees, and roe and clouds."

The other five judges were all elegant people, and almost at the same time shouted: "What a sentence of thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, stones, jade trees, pine trees, pine trees, pine trees, and pine trees, pine trees, and pine trees, pine trees, pine trees, and pine trees were filled with exquisite pearls and jades. On top of the pine trees, snowflakes piled up, forming a beautiful scenery like white clouds.

Scholars can easily distinguish the quality of a poem. They may not be able to make good poems, but evaluation is a simple matter.

For a moment, the praises were heard, and Luo Fu's cheeks were flushed with excitement. However, there was another person on the stage who was more excited than her, and that person was Han Hansong.

With Luo Fu's poems and jade in front of him, Tang Cheng will be compared with any outstanding performance. At that time, he will carefully consider a nickname for Tang Cheng as a special souvenir this time.

Han Han's cracked mouth couldn't close, and he didn't even care about the snowflakes pouring in. Revenge is right in front of him!

Nowadays, two poems, one of which describes moving scenes, are not a good one, but they are also a good one. The other poem describes quiet scenes, which is enough to convey a hundred years. If nothing unexpected happens, Luo Fu won the championship at that time. This will be the first time a woman won the championship for two consecutive years, which is a good story.

Everyone's emotions did not calm down so quickly. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the scene was still noisy. Han Hansong rolled his eyes and shouted loudly on the stage: "Tang talented man has not recited a poem yet. Maybe who is the champion, isn't it too ridiculous for you to do this!"

[This guy is jumping up and down. I will stop trampling to death one step another day, so that I can save people from being disgusting from time to time.] Tang Cheng thought this way, bowed to the six judges and recited it loudly.

To be honest, Tangcheng is just a middle-class and superior talent, and cannot be compared with those born with great talents. The poem written by Luo Fu, Tangcheng cannot be completed in a short time. However, this does not mean that Tangcheng has no choice. In Middle Earth, many ancient poems are also circulated, and Tangcheng is also familiar with it.

Among them is a fantasy and magnificent poem, which is unparalleled. The sound of Tang Cheng reciting poems is low and pleasant, mixed with the wind and snow in the sky, but it also makes people calm.

This is what the sound of reading often says, reading should be calm. This power is not a magic method to urge mountains and seas, but comes from its own temperament. Tangcheng studied and educated people here for seven years to gain this kind of gain.

The candle dragon lives in the poor family, and the light is still open.

Why is the sun and the moon shining so much? Only the north wind roars from the sky.

The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats, and pieces blow down from Xuanyuan Platform.

In the December, I miss my wife in Youzhou, and I stopped singing and laughed at her two moths.

Leaning on the door and looking at the walkers, I miss you the bitter and cold Great Wall, which is so sad.

When I left, I took a sword and went to save the side, leaving this tiger-like golden hairpin.

There is a pair of white feathered arrows in it, and the spider has a net and produces dust.

The arrow is empty, and the person will never return to death in battle.

I couldn't bear to see this thing, but it was burned into ashes.

The Yellow River can still hold soil, but it is hard to break the north wind and rain.

After this long poem by Li Xianxian, 20,000 people kept their mouths closed, and the needles fell to hear it. Compared with this long poem, in the past ten years, no, the poems chanting snow in the past hundred years have been willing to give up the disadvantage.

Liu Feiyan suddenly stood up, staring at Tang Cheng as if her eyes were glowing. However, Tang Cheng ignored it at all and said to Han Hansong, who had opened his mouth wide, "Brother Han, I can only do this. If you insult Brother Han's name, please forgive me!"
Chapter completed!