While he was thinking, Li Yan took a few steps forward and slowly spoke: "Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger lying, nourishing the spirit under the green trees."

I thought Li Yan would say something likable, but this opening immediately attracted everyone's attention, because the poem had already come out with some artistic conception, and he directly compared the frog sitting in the pond to a tiger's leap. This is more noble than Zhao Huaixin just now.

"But the previous sentence comes out, but the next sentence is not sure what it is." Miss Pan looked at him a little differently at this time, but she didn't expect that this man who looked a little rude could really "speak" poems.

Li Yan paused, then glanced around, his eyes were a little sharp, and finally stopped on Zhao Huaixin: "I won't speak first if I don't speak first in spring, which insect dares to make a sound."

In just four short sentences, although they are not beautiful, they have a domineering aura of no other than me.[

The next moment, all the scholars muttered to themselves, repeating the poem by Li Yan just now.

Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger lying, nourishing the spirit under the green trees. When I come to spring, I don’t speak first, so which insect dares to make a sound?

"A good poem about frogs, which actually compares a small frog to a tiger. And the second half of the sentence, as the finishing touch, raises the whole poem to a height, and a king's domineering aura hits the face." Pan Ai, who was sitting in the elegant room, chewing a few sentences over and over again, felt the wonder of this poem more and more, making him feel that this poem was not like an ordinary person, but like a hero or an emperor.

"This poem is not simple." Ouyang Ming murmured to himself. Needless to say, Zhao Huaixin lost as soon as the poem was released, and he lost completely. He didn't even need to evaluate it. Anyone who knows a little bit of the poem can judge it.

Li Yan smiled and said, "How about this poem?"

Immediately a scholar stood up and said, "Okay, this poem is very good. Brother Huaixin, you lost. This brother Li's theory of frogs is far superior to you in terms of artistic conception or metaphor, especially in the last sentence, if I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to make a sound, it will fully demonstrate the domineering spirit of this poem."

Zhao Huaixin's body shook and almost couldn't stand firm. Unexpectedly, this guy was really good at writing poetry, and he wrote better than himself.

"No, the artistic conception of this poem is of the best. The following poem is absolutely not as good as that of this poem, but is this poem really written by this brother? I suspect it was plagiarized by you, because the artistic conception of this poem does not match an ordinary monk at all."

"Well, this is a bit reasonable, but Brother Huai Xin, we have never heard of this poem about frogs. Even if it is plagiarism, there must be a source. Besides, the poem that rashly slandered people was plagiarized but it is a matter of damage to reputation." Ouyang Ming said kindly, of course he had similar thoughts.

Miss Pan next to her was a little unhappy, and she said, "This young man used the frog as the title, which the little girl had just thought of. If she plagiarized it, it would be too coincidental."

"If you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of if you are. It is also possible for this blind cat to hit a dead mouse. If Miss Pan asks another question and lets this brother write a poem in public, and the artistic conception is not inferior to the use of this poem, then I will willingly admit defeat." Zhao Huaixin said.

When we arrived here, many scholars looked at him with a little hostile look.

A good poem is originally thought of by a flash of inspiration, but it is not so easy to make. This poem is already amazing, and another poem is just to make things difficult for others.

Li Yan suddenly smiled: "It's not impossible to write another song, but if this brother Zhao loses, can you follow my request?"

"Don't talk about one, even ten people will be able to do it." Zhao Huaixin gritted his teeth. What he bet was that this person could not make two poems with the same artistic conception in succession.
Chapter completed!