Splendid peasant girl

Chapter 722 This poem is not bad!
When Shen Qiqiao saw this, she instantly felt her eyes widened, and her whole mood became brighter, as if the ship hall was a cage and here was the sky.

Shen Mu followed out and saw his sister leaning on the railing to look out, and couldn't help but ask, "Sister, what are you doing out? It's windy outside, be careful of catching a cold."

After saying that, he stepped forward and pulled Shen Qiqiao's little hand, trying to bring her back.

Shen Qiqiao suddenly said: "Brother, I think of a poem."

Shen Qiqiao didn't say she was composing a poem, but said "think", after all, she didn't write the poem.

"Ah? What? My sister is going to write a poem again?"

"Come here, my sister will tell you!"

Shen Qiqiao beckoned, Shen Mu put her little head on it, and not long after, the siblings returned to the boat.

Back in the hall, many people have already gone up to write poems, and the walls of the platform are covered with poems and songs.

Shen Qiqiao gave Shen Mu a cheering look, and Shen Mu went on stage obediently.

On the stage, two literati who had just written poems were discussing whether there were flaws in their own poems and whether the other party's poems were perfect. At this time, they saw a boy who was only eleven or twelve years old coming up.

The expressions of the two of them changed slightly, and immediately someone became angry: "Hey, you don't have all your hair, why did you come up on the stage? You came to play, right? Go down, this is for poetry, not for your little one." Children playing house games!"

"Yes, go down quickly, don't make people laugh!"

Shen Mu glanced at the two of them lightly, but did not make a sound, but walked to the front of the stage, took a piece of rice paper, ground it, dipped it in ink, and wrote on it.

The two wanted to say something, but they were stopped by a sharp look.

On the third floor, a man dressed gorgeously and with a face like jade was fanning a feather fan and looking at the magnificent scenery below.

This person is one of the organizers of the Painting Boat Poetry Association - Mr. Jinyang.

Therefore, when the two people who wanted to make a fuss saw him, they all shut up and didn't dare to say more.

No one disturbed, Shen Mu fetched the rice paper, wrote the poem that his sister told him neatly and neatly, and then pasted it on the wall!
"Hey, look, someone is composing poetry again, hey, why is he a brat?"

"Don't worry about that, just look at his poems..." One of them said, and began to recite, "The gate of heaven cuts off the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward. this……"

The person who read the poem was stunned for a moment, with a constipated look on his face, this...doesn't seem to match the title?
But read it again, regardless of the title, it is really a good poem, a good poem!
"This boy wrote a good poem, unfortunately, it's off topic, right?"

"So what? This poem is really good. Let me ask you, can you make it?"

"I can't do it, but it's a digression, and even the best poems are invalid!"

"..."

As soon as the poem given by Shen Qiqiao came out, it immediately ignited the entire answering hall, and in an instant, the crowd became noisy.

Many people think that the poems written by Shen Mu are good, but they go off topic and should be discarded.

But there are also real literati who love talent and poetry, and think that this poem is really good and should be judged as a masterpiece.

For a while, people from the two camps were arguing endlessly, almost fighting over it.

Just as the matter was getting worse and bloodshed was about to erupt, a cold voice sounded from above: "This poem is good!"

(End of this chapter)