When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he put the brush in his hand back on the table.
At this time, heavy snow suddenly fell.
Like willow catkins covering a bridge and pear blossoms covering a house; powder accumulates in a moment and turns into salt in an instant.
The sky and the earth are covered in silver.
The pond next to the waterside pavilion also froze instantly.
Under the backdrop of snow, everyone’s vision became as blurry as clouds and fog.
The plum tree in the corner grew rapidly and became more and more lush.
Some are white and some are red.
The white is plain and the red is bright.
Everyone at the long table obviously noticed this scene.
Chen Anzhi lowered his head and remained silent.
Although she has always behaved demurely and modestly, as the legitimate daughter of the Chen family in Xiangyang, she has a high self-esteem and rarely truly admires others.
But today, when she saw the poems written by Gu Xu, she had mixed feelings.
When ordinary people write poems about flowers, in addition to praising the beauty of the flowers when they bloom, they often lament the desolation of the flowers when they wither.
But no one has almost ever written a sentence like "She laughed in the bush."
What an optimistic and broad-minded spirit!
"Although this young man is sitting at the same table as us, he is fundamentally different from us," Mrs. Lu sighed silently and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "In our poems, it is The pretentious sadness is gorgeous and empty words.
“But in this young man’s poems, there are ideals and ambitions. "
Chen Anzhi nodded, agreeing with her words.
Lu Shiyao remained indifferent, with no expression on his frosty white face.
But deep down in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a little stir.
Although she is now recognized as a talented woman in Daqi, most of the poems she wrote are "the wind is fluttering and the rain is fluttering." ", "miserable and miserable".
Everyone commented that her works always have a cold atmosphere and are full of unresolved melancholy.
But now, Gu Xu's The poems were refreshing to her.
She just felt that the young man who called himself "The Young Master" always seemed to have good expectations for the world, even in the freezing winter, he still firmly believed that " The spring with "blooming mountain flowers" will eventually arrive.
"It's just... in this indifferent world, will there really be such a day?" "
Tang Hui sat on a chair and applauded Gu Xu for taking the lead.
His eyes were full of heartfelt joy.
As for Chu Feng Song, he still stood there.
He didn't know much about poetry, and he didn't know what was good about the poems written by Gu Xu.
But the surrounding ice and snow, plum blossoms. The blooming landscape clearly proves that these poems are excellent works.
"It would be great if I could write poetry..." Chu Fengge sighed.
At this moment, Gu Xu simply stole the attention of everyone present.
Chu Fengge wished he could take his place.
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Later, Mrs. Lu handed the dice on the table to Gu Xu, preparing to ask the next person to draw lots and compose a poem.
However, at this time, everyone here shook their heads and said: "Young Master Changsheng has poems ahead of him, so we people should not make fun of him."
They all thought that even if I spent all my life's learning and repeatedly refined my words, but I still couldn't write a better poem than Gu Xu.
In this case, why write it out to make it a laughing stock?
In short, they were scared.
Mrs. Lu nodded, agreeing with their decision.
"That's good," she said calmly, "However, as we form a society to write poems today, we have to nominate a leader. Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Young Master Changsheng should be the leader. Be the first!" As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Hui suggested without thinking.
Chen Anzhi pondered for a moment, and then said: "The poems and lyrics of Mr. Changsheng are unconventional. He uses plum blossoms to express his aspirations. In terms of courage, mind, and structure, he is far superior to me. I would like to recommend him as the Today's leader of the 'Baihua Poetry Society'!"
Someone said: "Young Master Changsheng was able to write three extremely excellent poems in an instant. His talent is far beyond ordinary people - today, the leader of the poetry society, It has to be him."
"I agree too," Chu Fengge pointed at Gu Xu and echoed expressionlessly.
"Does Fairy Suxue have any objections?" Mrs. Lu looked at Lu Shiyao, who had remained silent.
At this time, Lu Shiyao was looking at the plum blossoms in the garden in trance, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Hearing Mrs. Lu's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "What's the objection?"
"Everyone here thinks that the poem of 'The Young Master' is the first. Do you have any objections?" Mrs. Lu repeated her words.
Lu Shiyao said softly: "I have no objection."
"Today's leader will be won by the Young Master Changsheng." Mrs. Lu announced.
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Gu Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He could probably guess that he had successfully passed the first test set by the "Jinghong Pen".
Because he has no room for failure in this challenge.
So he wrote the poems and lyrics he thought of in one go.
As expected, the image of "Jinghong pen" was triggered.
And the plum blossoms bloom longer than Lu Shiyao’s hibiscus.
So, he silently thanked the cultural treasures left by his ancestors in his previous life for helping him tide over the difficulties here.
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After announcing the leader, today’s “Hundred Flowers Poetry Society” ends here.
At the tableThe guests left one after another.
The gorgeous and prosperous scenery around Gu Xu is also gradually fading, like an illusory dream.
And the eerie, cold, hell-like scene appeared before his eyes again.
At this time, Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, suddenly stood up.
She stood there, looking at Gu Xu and others who were gradually disappearing, but hesitated to speak.
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When the illusion of the past completely disappeared, Gu Xu once again saw the little girl with disheveled hair.
Wearing white clothes, she stood barefoot on the ice and snow, looking up at Gu Xu.
If Tang Hui is right, this six or seven-year-old girl should be the spirit of the "Jinghong Pen".
"Congratulations on passing the first test." She handed a new flower note to Gu Xu's hand and said in a cold and ethereal voice.
"Can I know how many tests there are in total?" Gu Xu took the flower note and asked politely.
The little girl held out three fingers.
"It's a pity that you didn't live in the same era as Miss." She sighed and continued.
Then she turned and left, quickly bypassing the tall screen wall and disappearing from Gu Xu's sight.
"My little brother's poetic talent is really admirable!" After the little girl left, Tang Hui looked at Gu Xu and praised with a smile.
Gu Xu shook his head: "Master Tang is ridiculous. I just read more books and borrowed the wisdom of the sages."
At the same time, He looked down at the flower paper in his hand and found several lanterns painted on the front, and next to it was written in hairpin capital letters - "Invitation to the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival".
The content on the back is:
"A small round city,"
"Seeing water but not people."
"The sun shines on people's faces,
"The fish and shrimps are not alive. ”
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PS: Sorry, I came home too late from working overtime today, there is only one chapter left.