The Yue Feng in front of me is young, but his tone is quite crazy.
"Since we are going to bet, we must be willing to admit defeat." Yue Feng, who was on the stage, said with a smile: "If I lose, I will become your student as my teacher. If I win, your wife will become my teacher."
.With so many reporters present testifying, please don’t deny it.”
After saying this, the whole audience burst into laughter.
"Haha, this kid still thinks he can win?"
"Yes, Mr. Chen Sheng is an elder of Wenzong. He has written many well-known and good poems. Can this boy compare to him?"
"This young man really doesn't know the heights of the world..."
Listening to the discussions, Chen Sheng laughed and said to Yue Feng: "As an elder of Wenzong, I naturally keep my promise."
Chen Sheng's wife, Chen Xia, also nodded and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Chen Xia is also a well-known talented woman, proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She will definitely not be willing to accept Yue Feng as her teacher. But in
In her mind, how could her husband Chen Sheng lose?
Yue Feng laughed and took a step forward: "In that case, please give the question. Who will give the question?"
After the words fell, a reporter came out and said with a smile: "For the sake of fairness, let us reporters come up with the questions. I am a reporter from Blue Sky Daily, how about I come up with a question?"
Everyone around nodded.
Blue Sky Daily is a very famous newspaper. The topic selection must be fair. He set the topic and no one had objections.
Chen Sheng and Yue Feng also nodded: "Okay, then you can come up with the question."
The reporter turned his eyes and saw a potted plant not far away, holding several bamboos. He then said: "Since ancient times, famous writers have liked to write about bamboo. Why don't you two use bamboo as the title?
How about writing a poem?”
"Good topic!"
People around him nodded.
Chen Sheng also laughed and said: "This is a good topic. Come on, light a stick of incense. Whoever writes the best poem within one stick of incense will win."
As soon as the voice fell, two people brought a stick of incense and lit it.
The whole place was silent. Everyone knows that creation is very mentally demanding, especially writing poetry on the spot.
As a result, as soon as the stick of incense was lit, Yue Feng laughed, walked out and said, "I have already written it."
What?! Everyone was stunned by these words. It only took a dozen breaths to write a poem?
"Then you should read the poem you wrote to everyone." Chen Sheng said with a sneer.
"Yes, read out the poem you wrote."
All the eyes of the audience were focused on Yue Feng. Yue Feng took a deep breath, followed the example of the ancients, shook his head and said: "Stick to the green mountains and don't let go, your roots will be in the broken rocks."
"Still strong after a thousand hardships, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south."
This poem was written by Zheng Banqiao in the early Qing Dynasty. Just now, Yue Feng had an idea and remembered this poem.
After just four sentences, the whole place was eerily silent!
this..
Silence!
Everyone was dumbfounded! They repeated this poem over and over again in their hearts!
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south!
Quatrains are really amazing!
Chen Sheng's head was buzzing and he racked his brains, but he couldn't think of even a single line of the poem! Even if he could think of it, he couldn't surpass this poem!
"Pah, pah, pah!" I don't know who it was, but it was the first person to applaud, followed by thunderous applause from the entire audience!
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"This is truly a quatrain for the ages!"
The comments came like a tide, and Chen Sheng's face became increasingly ugly!
"Sir, you, you are so powerful..." Xiao Xi blushed and gently pulled the corner of Yue Feng's clothes.
She really didn't expect that the young master was truly unparalleled in talent!
Yue Feng laughed and looked at Chen Sheng: "Elder Chen, are you convinced?"
Whoosh!
After the words fell, everyone looked at Chen Sheng. Chen Sheng's face was already flushed, and he said bravely: "This game... you win this game, we will win two out of three games."
"Yes, best of three!"
"How can there be any truth in determining the outcome of a game?"
People around him also started to make noises, all wanting to curry favor with Chen Sheng.
Yue Feng sneered in his heart. With special codes, there are always scoundrels everywhere. At that time, he was still smiling: "Okay, two out of three games, I will let you lose. Come on, who will ask another question?"
"I'll come out!" A middle-aged man suddenly stood up from the audience. This man was the boss of the wealthy family, Wang Hao.
The boss came up with the topic, and of course everyone had no objections.
Wang Hao thought for a long time and then said: "Well, you two, just write a poem to praise the women around you." The reporter smiled and said.
After the words fell, the entire hall fell silent.
Everyone's eyes will be focused on Chen Sheng.
Compliment the woman around you?
This is too simple.
Chen Sheng was full of confidence, with a smile on his lips. He looked at his wife Chen Xia beside him, pondered for nearly three minutes, and then slowly said: "My wife comes out and closes the moon again, and her clothes are wet when spring comes."
"If you can't write enough about beauties, why bother with youth?"
After composing this poem, Chen Sheng's face was full of pride.
Wow!
In an instant, everyone around him was in an uproar, looking at Chen Sheng with adoration and admiration.
He is worthy of being the senior master of Wenzong!
Having written a poem so quickly is indeed full of knowledge.
"The wife comes out and the moon closes." The meaning of this poem is that when the moon sees his wife's face, he will hide in shame.
The phrase "Spring comes and the clothes are washed" means that when his wife goes to the river to wash clothes in spring, her face will be in the water, and the fish will stay away when they see it.
This metaphor is wonderful!
Simply wonderful!
While admiring, many people couldn't help but feel the artistic conception of this poem. Suddenly, everyone looked at Chen Sheng with even more admiration.
Next to her, Chen Xia also had a shy face, but within her shyness, there was endless joy.
Of course she knew that Chen Sheng's poem was written for her. She was so happy to have such a talented husband.
As soon as Elder Chen came up, he composed such a wonderful poem.
This kid is out of business.
At this time, many people looked at Yue Feng with sarcasm on their faces, waiting to see his joke.
"You dare to challenge Elder Chen, you are really overestimating your abilities!"
"Even if this kid does it, the artistic conception will not be as good as Elder Chen..."
Everyone was taunting each other, but Yue Fenghun didn't pay attention, with a smile on his face.
"What? You can't write it anymore?" Chen Sheng looked at Yue Feng with a sneer.
"What are you in a hurry for..."
Yue Feng smiled slightly and looked at Xu Lu beside him: "I will give this poem to my apprentice."
After the words fell, Yue Feng cleared his throat, shook his head and said:
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, spring breeze dews on the Buddha railing."
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."
After reading this poem, Yue Feng still pretended to take a few steps, like a great writer.
This poem is a poem written by Li Bai to Concubine Yang! It is a beautiful poem praising Concubine Yang!
After Yue Feng read this poem, the entire wealthy dance hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop clearly!
No one spoke, everyone was recalling this poem!
Wow!
I don’t know how long it took, but the entire wealthy dance hall exploded!
"Sir, it's so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful!" Xiao Xi on the side intertwined her hands, indescribably excited.
Young master is so awesome, he actually composed a poem! Moreover, this poem is really beautiful.