The night was as bright as water, the sky was high and the literary gathering officially began. Everyone was thinking about the draft. Ouyang Ti knew that his level was limited and he didn't want to polish it any more, so he said, "I'll throw out some bricks and make a splash!"

Now he walked forward and said, "I'm so ugly!" After learning from Cao Zhi's seven steps to write a poem, his chubby body chanted forward step by step:

Snatch and grab. "Look at the blue sky tonight on the Chinese Valentine's Day,

The morning glory and weaver girl crosses the river bridge.

Every family begs for skill and looks at the autumn moon,

Wear tens of thousands of red silks."

"Good poems! Good poems!" "As the case!" "Good!"

After all, it was the first poem, and everyone praised it. Ye Kai nodded slightly and said, "The rhythm is accurate and the artistic conception is slightly worse. It is still a bit urgent and wise to write it in such a short time. It's very good!"

Ouyang Ti received praise and hurriedly thanked everyone: "Thank you for your comments, thank you for your love, and show your ugly face! Show your ugly face!"

The girls were a little surprised. Unexpectedly, this little fat man looked inconspicuous and had this talent in poetry. Only Shiqing's expression had not changed, and she compared her husband's lyrics in her heart: Yes! Husband is the most powerful!

Then the students also presented poems and wrote lyrics, and their level was not much different from that of Ouyang Ti. Everyone read and praised them one by one. Ye Kai and the teachers also commented one by one, and there were special people to record each poem. After that, they would be sorted into a book and sent to the bookstore for printing. Each participant would be given a book. In the future, they could be given as a gift to others, or they could be printed and sold again. This was also a good thing for literati at this time.

Pan Zhongyi has been writing for a long time, and Zhao Yuzhen, who is engaged to him, is still here today. He wants to perform more outstandingly. At this time, a student had just finished reciting his chant and his level was very average. After praising him, he felt that it was finally time for him to emerge. He took a step forward and said, "I will also offer a poem below. Please help me appreciate it!"

His posture and tone were a little unruly, but he had always been quite talented and had the capital to be arrogant. He held his head up and his chest with his chest, clenched his fists and sleeves with one hand, pointed at the sky with the other hand, chanting:

"The moon is like a training in Fengcheng,

The girls are holding needles and threads at this moment.

Sai Qiaobi worships the Weaver Girl,

The poor cowherd is no one to see him."

"Good poem!" "The poor cowherd is no one to see! Awesome!"

Everyone praised it, and Ye Kai nodded slightly and said, "The rhythm is slightly flawed, but it is not serious. Moreover, the idea of ​​this poem is unique and points out that the Cowherd's no-one worships is very good!"

Pan Zhongyi felt a little satisfied and thanked everyone. Seeing that Zhao Yuzhen's wonderful eyes were looking at him with affection, nodding to her slightly. Zhao Yuzhen instantly blushed and turned her head away.

Except for Wen Qing, all the girls knew about the two of them. They looked at the two of them with an aunt smiling. Wang Yaomiao unconsciously glanced at Zhang Jian.

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