Literati Sanctification

Chapter 338 Toast to the Moon
"You write first, or I write first?"

Heng Xiulin looked at the sky and felt that it was not too early. The competition should be over early, so go back as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin raised his head and said to Zhao Chengshuang.

When Zhao Chengshuang heard the words, he stretched out his hand and signaled to Heng Xiulin to let Heng Xiulin write first.

Seeing this, Heng Xiulin immediately shook his head, "If I write first, you may not have the chance to write."

"It's okay, you can write first!"

When Zhao Chengshuang heard the words, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile was a little sarcasm, what are you kidding, why didn't he have the opportunity to write?Unless the opponent waits to admit defeat directly, it's almost the same!

Xiaoyu on the side, listening to his young master's words, and seeing that Zhao Chengshuang didn't care, shook his head immediately. This man is really stupid, and his young master didn't lie to him.

If the young master was asked to write poems first, would the other party still want to write poems?It's like a dream, but I don't care about the other party. Anyway, if the young master writes first, he can get the silver taels directly at that time. Where is the need, wait for this guy to finish writing.

"Come on, get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Seeing this situation, Zhao Chengshuang said directly, and ordered the people on the side to quickly take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then asked this guy to write a sentence. He was very curious and wanted to see whether Heng Xiulin could write What poems come out.

In this kind of exchange meeting, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are never lacking, so after a while, a woman took the things up, and the people on the side also quickly prepared a clean and clean paper. table came out.

"please!"

Zhao Chengshuang stretched out his hand and said to Heng Xiulin. Seeing that Heng Xiulin had already agreed, at this moment, he naturally didn't need to use any sarcasm. When Heng Xiulin knelt down, he was a little embarrassed.

Heng Xiulin glanced at him, then walked to the table, looked at the table in front of him, and then reached out and took the ink pen. Seeing this, Xiaoyu on the side had already helped Heng Xiulin start the inkstone.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

Heng Xiulin started to write slightly, and wrote out a line of poetry directly. When the writing was finished, a stroke of style flashed by, and at this moment, the level of style slowly rose.

Seeing this situation, everyone didn't look surprised, it's just literary, everyone present here can write some literary, so it's just the beginning, if there is literary, there is no surprise look.

"Raise a glass and invite Mingyue to form three people against each other."

Heng Xiulin didn't pause at all, and continued to write directly. However, when this line of poetry fell, everyone was stunned at this moment, then frowned and thought for a while, and a look of incomparable horror flashed across his face .

"boom!"

And when Heng Xiulin finished writing this line of poetry, it was originally only reserved for the style of writing, but at this moment, it looks like it has risen countless inches out of thin air!That literary energy, at this time, has become like a ray of light that echoes with the moonlight!
It's just that what shocked everyone was not the style of writing, but that line of poetry, toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows to form three people, what an artistic conception of poetry!
Think about when they were reciting the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, which one was not lamenting the flowers and lamenting the autumn, but now, look at this poem, this is the real Mid-Autumn Festival poem. What an artistic conception of poetry!
When the female relatives on the side saw the giant poem, their eyes were full of splendor, and then they looked straight at Heng Xiulin. At this moment, that Heng Xiulin was still standing with an incomparably improved body, writing there. with.

Li Susu on the side also looked at Heng Xiulin with a bright face at this time. Although he knew that Heng Xiulin's talent was not weak, he never expected that Heng Xiulin's talent was so high.

Looking at this poem, it directly spreads out the artistic conception of appreciating the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Once this poem comes out, when watching the moon in the future, who would not recite the last sentence, raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and become three people in front of each other!
This poem is destined to be famous through the ages!
Zhao Chengshuang on the other side, at this moment, was extremely pale. As a literati, his ability to appreciate poetry is not weak. When he saw this line of poetry, he knew that he had almost lost.

Just relying on this sentence, he felt that it was like a high mountain, and it was difficult to cross it. It was really too difficult to compare the poems of this line, so difficult that he lost his confidence.

And at this time, he could only look at Heng Xiulin, hoping that the next poem Heng Xiulin would write would not be able to match the last line of the poem. If so, he would still be able to beat Heng Xiulin.

Because, once Heng Xiulin's writing is poor, then the size of the literary spirit will plummet. No matter how good the other party's poems are, but if the literary spirit is not enough, as long as the poems he writes have a literary atmosphere that exceeds Heng Xiulin's, then it will be better. is enough.

Competing poetry, in fact, the most important thing is the size of a style, which is already the default.

It's just that Heng Xiulin's next poem, let him read it, is full of despair.

"My song and the moon are wandering, and my dancing shadow is messy."

As soon as this sentence came out, the artistic conception in the poem was completely opened up in everyone's hearts. Drinking alone under the moon, inviting Mingyue to join us, and all kinds of behaviors under the moon were best described!

It is full of incomparably beautiful meanings, and through this poem, it has been directly transmitted to their minds.

"Wandering ruthlessly forever, looking forward to Miao Yunhan."

When Heng Xiulin finished writing the last sentence, everyone was still immersed in the poem, and the style of the poem, at this moment, jumped up to a height of six inches!
At this time, the six-inch literary spirit directly turned into flames, cheering non-stop, and the bright moon, at this time, was also extremely joyful, and the direct moonlight directly scattered among the poems. On the other hand, the literary spirit of the poems made by Rang has become extremely bright and clean at this time.

After Heng Xiulin finished writing the poem, he gently put the pen aside, put his hands on his back, looked at Zhao Chengshuang in front of him, and then spoke.

"Mr. Zhao, right? I've finished writing, now it's your turn, Mr. Zhao."

Xiaoyu on the side, at this time, also sent his eyes to the past. According to past experience, the other party should have simply surrendered, but I don't know if this person will do so.

If the other party admits defeat, she will not be polite about the money on the side. It has been a long time since she has had so much money in her purse, and she usually feels that she is lacking something.

(End of this chapter)