Is this kid too tired from playing small roles during the day and has something wrong with his brain?
Listening to everyone mocking Yue Feng, Xiao Xi couldn't help but stamp her feet and turned around and shouted: "You can't laugh at my young master. My young master is very talented. You may not be able to compare to the poems he wrote..."
Peony on the stage also smiled lightly and said: "Okay, brother, then you can compose a poem. But don't blame me for not reminding you, if you come to cause trouble, the consequences will be serious."
Yue Feng was too lazy to speak. He saw a brush placed in a corner of the arena. Yue Feng walked over directly, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
"Brother, what are you doing with the brush? Put it down!" Mudan walked up on high heels. She was already sure that this boy was here to cause trouble.
At this time, there was also a commotion in the audience. Someone actually came to make trouble at the triennial poetry conference?
Yue Feng smiled and walked to the stone tablet on the ring.
The stone tablet was more than three meters high, and originally had several large characters written on it: Poetry Conference, to connect friends with poems.
Yue Feng held the brush and waved his hand. The brush flew on the stone tablet and wrote a poem!
"What are you doing? Come on, someone is making trouble. Someone..." Mudan shouted, but then her voice stopped abruptly!
"This boy... his words are good." At this time, I only heard someone in the crowd saying this.
You can see that Yue Feng's calligraphy is elegant and highly ornamental. Even if it is done by a calligraphy master, it can only be like this.
When Yue Feng was in school, his family hired a calligraphy master to teach him calligraphy.
Although I haven’t written for several years.
But the moment he picked up the pen, Yue Feng suddenly found the feeling.
Everyone's eyes followed Yue Feng's pen movement! Finally, Yue Feng wrote the entire poem on the stone tablet.
After writing the last word, Yue Feng threw the brush onto the ring, then took Xiao Xi's hand and turned around to leave!
After Yue Feng left, the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people present were all looking at the stone monument without blinking!
I saw four sentences written on the stone tablet with flying dragons and phoenixes!
Peony on the stage trembled her delicate body, opened her red lips slightly, and read Yue Feng's poem.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows."
“Little bridges and flowing water, people’s homes.”
"The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse."
"The sun sets."
"Heartbroken people are at the end of the world!"
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world!
Wow!
At this moment, the whole city was completely boiling!
Good poetry, unparalleled good poetry in the world!
There is not a single word "autumn" in the whole poem. But the mood of autumn is everywhere, and the autumn wind is everywhere!
Everyone recited this poem silently over and over again, and each and every one of them felt indescribably intoxicated!
Mudan felt that her legs were weak. She stared at the stone tablet and couldn't say a word for a long time!
"That younger brother just now... no, that great writer Yue Feng just now!" Mudan stamped her feet anxiously and looked around, where was Yue Feng anywhere?
"He seems to be gone..."
"That Yue Feng just now is really a poetry immortal. It's not an exaggeration to call him a poetry immortal!"
Everyone in the audience burst into heated discussions.
Mudan bit her lip tightly and walked down the stage on high heels. No matter what, she must find Yue Feng today! The champion of this poetry conference must be him!
Mudan felt extremely regretful that Yue Feng was clearly a peerless talent, yet she called him younger brother...
"Please give me a moment, please give me a moment." Mudan blushed and walked through the crowd, looking for Yue Feng all over the city.
