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Chapter 490

Chapter 490 Making friends with poetry

"Anyone else wants to write poetry?"

Seeing Zheng Zhi walking towards the "Wall of Human Poetry", some people exclaimed.

This voice successfully made everyone pay attention.

Suddenly, Zheng Zhi became the center of attention.

While everyone was exclaiming, they couldn't help but make way for Zheng Zhi.

"What a handsome boy."

A woman made a voice, and her beautiful eyes focused on Zheng Zhi, unable to move even an inch.

Her pretty face is full of nymphomaniacs.

Many women's eyes lit up when they saw Zheng Zhi.

Zheng Zhi is only in his early twenties, and his appearance is already handsome.

In addition, he has a lot of experience, which gives him a mature and stable temperament, which is extremely lethal to young girls in their prime.

However, some people sneered.

"I think this guy is only in his early twenties. What good works can he write?"

"That's right, at twenty years old, at this age, I'm afraid you don't even understand rhymes, right?

Not to mention the experiences, stories, and artistic conceptions.”

Many people were talking about it and their interest was waning.

Indeed, as they say, even if a twenty-year-old young man has some literary talent, how profound can he write?

Of course, many people are telling the truth, but many are fanning the flames out of jealousy.

Zheng Zhi attracted the attention of many girls as soon as he came up, and it is indeed easy to make people jealous.

However, Zheng Zhi turned a deaf ear to these remarks.

His face was expressionless and he stopped in front of the white jade wall.

There is a pen beside the wall. The ink is made of special materials and will not melt when exposed to water. The writing will be immortal for thousands of years.

Take your time and raise your pen.

The next moment, under the attention of everyone, a line of writing appeared on the blank space of the white jade wall.

"New Year's Eve!"

The title of the poem is exactly the same as Ouyang Xiu.

"How dare you have the same name as Ouyang Xiu?"

Many scholars saw this and exclaimed in surprise.

However, in addition to surprise, their eyes were filled with disdain.

Although he didn't say it directly, his contemptuous eyes were obviously mocking Zheng Zhi for not overestimating his abilities.

Of course, Zheng Zhizi would not pay attention to these remarks.

The wrist is shaking and the writing is erratic.

A standard line of good words came into view.

"Good words!"

Many people's eyes lit up when they saw Zheng Zhi's handwriting.

However, more people's attention was attracted by Zheng Zhi's poem: "This poem..."

"The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain."

Someone murmured, his eyes flashing with shock.

An elegant man exclaimed in surprise: "What a beautiful mood!"

A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.

This man obviously belongs to the kind of people who read poetry and books, and he can immediately see that he is extraordinary.

He said: "The first sentence is about lights, and the second sentence is about fireworks. These two simple sentences, the beauty of the lights seems to be right in front of you."

"You do have some sense."

Zheng Zhi turned his head and smiled slightly.

Then, he continued to wave the pen in his hand.

"BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance."

"The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dancing of fish and dragons all night long."

"The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance."

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

Almost every sentence was read by someone.

After chanting, everyone's expressions changed.

All those ridicules, contempt, and ridicules disappeared at this moment.

Put pen to paper and get it done in one go!

Zheng Zhi stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at his masterpiece.

He remained silent, his eyes looking particularly calm at this moment.

Everyone was silent.

At this moment, the atmosphere in front of the Human Poetry Wall was extremely silent.

Everyone is admiring and reflecting on this poem.

This is a love poem!

Shangque, written about the Lantern Festival night, the lights are brilliant and the tourists are like clouds.

The lower part of the palace outlines an image of a beautiful woman who does not crave glory but is willing to stay alone.

At this moment, such a picture appears in everyone's mind...

The lanterns are dazzling and the music is full of music.

A young man stands alone.

On the flowery streets, among the endless crowds of tourists, a group of wandering girls gathered together.

They had misty hair and bright ornaments on their heads. They kept talking and laughing as they walked.

They passed by the young man, and after leaving, only the fragrance of clothes was still floating in the dark.

And these beauties are not the ones that the young man cares about. He is looking for just one person among hundreds of thousands of people, but he is always hard to find.

Ben had given up all hope.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Next to the broken lamp in the corner, I could clearly see her. She was in this lonely place and had not returned yet. She seemed to be waiting for something...

Many young men and women are attracted by the pictures in the poem.

The kind of priceless happiness in life and the sad moment of beautiful artistic conception make people unable to extricate themselves.

The painstaking care and infatuation expressed in that poem is even more touching.

Some elderly people even shed tears when recalling the past.

Suddenly looking back, that person was in a dimly lit place.

What a beautiful picture!

But in life, who can be so lucky?

If more people miss it, it will be a lifetime!

The lanterns, moon, fireworks, sheng flutes, and social dances in the upper tier, intertwined into the joy of New Year's Eve, and the dazzling groups of beauties in the lower tier, turned out to be just for the one person you like.

Suppose, and if there is no such person, then everything will have no meaning and interest.

Even Xia Qiuchan was stunned on the spot.

"When I suddenly look back, I see that man in a dimly lit place. What a poem, what a poem!"

Just then, a gentle laughter came.

Zheng Zhi turned around and saw a figure in white walking out of the crowd.

This is a young man, as gentle as jade, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his movements reveal an elegant temperament unique to a scholar.

The sudden laughter also brought many people out of their thoughts.

Someone recognized the young man in white and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Let me guess, if my guess is correct, you are Ouyang Xiu, right?"

Zheng Zhi stared at the young man in white and smiled.

"Brother, have you seen me?"

When the young man in white heard this, he was slightly stunned, a little stunned.

"It was not famous before, but it is famous today."

Zheng Zhi smiled slightly.

The two looked at each other for several seconds without saying anything.

But the intertwined eyes seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

Probably... this is the legendary way of making friends through poetry, right?


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