Is this poem good? It may not be because the first half of the sentence seems a little casual.

But to be fair, the last two sentences are indeed amazing, and even make Ye Ping look at him slightly, thinking that it is very good.

"What a 'look at spring without knowing it', who licks the dog... and shows the mood of waiting for spring every day. It is really talented and admires me. And it also corresponds to the fish's smearing style and the 'spring breeze', which writes a contradictory aesthetic. Very well, it deserves to be the first in the provincial examination, Fengyue, you can afford it."

Ye Ping nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but comment, but he almost missed it.

Fortunately, I don’t know what licking dogs are like in this era, otherwise Feng Yue would definitely fight Ye Ping.

"Haha, this is just a sentence that comes to mind when I feel like a sudden rise. I hope you don't go into it in depth, just have a happy time."

Feng Yue was very proud, and this poem also achieved the expected results, which attracted everyone's praise.

Even he himself was intoxicated and thought that what he wrote was so good. The last two sentences were simply quatrains throughout the ages.

He didn't believe that Ye Ping could write a poem that was comparable to him, with an incomparable perfection.

"However, this poem is indeed as General Ye said. The first two sentences are just the norm, but the last two sentences jump out and show us a very different world. Especially Wangchun doesn't know that it really has a special smell in it."

Su Muyan seemed a little excited. Whenever she read a good poem, she had this expression.

This made Feng Yue even more excited. Seeing the goddess excited by the poem she wrote was even more exciting than giving him a million. No, this metaphor is not very appropriate. It should be said that this is more powerful than giving him a true king inheritance. What is the best person in the world? Where is there something more exciting to be able to embrace a beauty?

The pressure at this time came to Ye Ping, and everyone looked at him with interest, looking forward to the same amazing words.

"This sentence is indeed well written. Do you still think Ye Ping has a chance of winning?"

Hong Shaofeng asked with a smile, "I guess many old scholars can't write it out, it's really too difficult."

Yao Nanchi drank a sip of tea indifferently, "Do you dare to bet on a Western Region BMW with me?"

BMW in the Western Regions is an extremely rare sweat-blooded BMW, and it is an existence that countless martial arts practitioners are very envious of.

Even the Northwest Army when Chen Anzhi was in office was not equipped with such war horses, only a few talents had them.

There is actually one horse in Hong Shaofeng's home, which is enough to prove the strength of his family.

The former pondered for a long time and suddenly laughed, "Okay, it's rare that you have such a good mood, so I'll sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman!"

If Ye Ping knew that someone was using this to bet on BMWs in the Western Regions, he would not know what he would feel. But one thing is certain that he would definitely try to get it back. BMWs in the Western Regions are a good thing, especially when killing enemies on the battlefield. If your horse is not as good as others, it is very likely that you will die on the spot in one charge, and then you can only be an infantryman.

Chen Anzhi took his car away when he returned to Lin'an, which was even more of a spirit of heaven and earth.

The rumor is that a strange beast from the underground cave was extremely brave on the battlefield, and Daqin was afraid of losing his armor.

"I thought of a poem too, but I always feel that it seems to be inferior to Brother Feng Yue."

Ye Ping first pretended to be ashamed and pretended to be polite, "I hope everyone will not be surprised and let it go."

Feng Yue didn't think Ye Ping could surpass him, let alone in such a short time, he would never think that he could perform amazingly. So he pretended to be generous and waved his hand, "General Ye doesn't have to worry about it. It's normal that you can't write something that can surpass me. In such a short time, it's really hard for you."

Ye Ping nodded slightly, and without saying anything, he directly read out his own work:

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishes alone in the snow in the cold river."

Shock! Apart from shock, no one has any other thoughts at this time, and it is heart-stirring.

Since ancient times, there have been many poems with the title of snow, and all kinds of poems, either lonely, tragic, or lingering. However, the images of Ye Ping's poem have never been seen before. Whether it is the first two sentences at the beginning or the last two sentences at the end, they are quite refined quatrains. One more word does not have that flavor, and one less word will have no temperament.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river..."

Su Muyan couldn't help but repeat it, her eyes filled with shock, and she couldn't come back to her senses for almost a long time.

Feng Yue was even more shocked. He knew that he had lost, and he was defeated so thoroughly.

He is also a person who knows things, otherwise he would not have become the first in the provincial examination. He is literary and elegant, and is deeply loved by many big names.

These sentences are so wonderful. The lonely mood is definitely not comparable to anyone. What kind of mood is this when fishing for the snow in the river alone? How vast is this?

Lan Xin couldn't help but close her eyes, constantly pondering, and savoring these words, she felt even more excited.

"It's so wonderful! General Ye, you are worthy of being able to write this love that can be remembered, but you are already in such a quatrain at that time! What a bird flying across thousands of mountains and thousands of paths and people passing away! What a man in a lonely boat, a straw hat, fishing alone in the snow of the cold river! General Ye, the little woman is so drunk, so I will take this cup of tea to toast you!"

Su Muyan stood up, brought a cup of tea to Ye Ping, her eyes flashing with a strange look.

Ye Ping smiled and took it, feeling extremely moved in his heart. He was very grateful to the poets of the past for giving him the capital to show off. He didn't want to be so high-profile, but he really couldn't stand Feng Yue's whining. He just regarded all his praise as a praise to those poets, and he couldn't accept it all.

"Where is it, it's just a simple poem, please don't mind too much. If the Su family's garden was not as artistic as it was, I wouldn't have thought of such a thing. Compared with Brother Feng Yue's first place in the provincial examination, it would be a bit inferior."

Ye Ping politely took the teacup and drank it all in one go.

After saying that, he did not forget to nod to Feng Yue gratefully, as if he had really lost.
Chapter completed!