Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly and quickly went through the memory of the poems and paintings that Zhu Da, a Bada Shanren, had learned since childhood.

The rhyme and style of poetry, as well as the usage of oblique and oblique allusions, even many classical Chinese sentence patterns, and superb painting skills were all absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Just like absorbing the inherited memories of traditional Chinese medicine before, Lin Feng is now quickly absorbing Zhu Da's skills in writing poetry and painting. The inherited memories of countless ancient sages carried by the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls are

Lin Feng's biggest treasure house is a very valuable treasure house of knowledge.

"It turns out that ancient poems were written like this, with rhymes between oblique and oblique, and allusive history. From ancient style to rhythmic poetry, from the Book of Songs to Tang poetry and Song lyrics, it turned out that they all developed in this way. The rhyme tables of the past dynasties are also very different, and there are also

The pronunciation of many words has changed a lot even today. However, if I write a poem today, it doesn’t have to conform to the rhythm of ancient poetry. I just need to write an ancient style poem.”

Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Lin Feng quickly absorbed all the inherited memories of Badashanren Zhu Da. Along the way, he also referred to the memories of other scholars and poets in the memory, and learned about the entire ancient China.

As poetry develops, we have a very clear understanding.

After understanding the rhythm and techniques of poetry creation, Lin Feng can certainly write some corresponding ancient poetry. Although it is certainly not as good as the handed down works of those great poets in ancient times, as long as the poetry conforms to the rhythm and has some quality, combined with

Lin Feng was still confident about some of his own emotional experiences.

"How about it? Lin Feng, if you can't write it, don't force it. Just stand at the back of the classroom and stand for punishment. Anyway, there are only ten minutes left in this class."

Seeing that Lin Feng was silent for more than ten seconds with his eyes closed, Old Man Wang thought that he had no choice, so he let Lin Feng go and deliberately found a step for him to go down. Anyway, his original intention was to make things difficult for Lin Feng.

For a moment, I didn't intend to really embarrass Lin Feng.

However, the current development of the situation has exceeded Old Man Wang's expectation. The students in the senior high school class in the classroom almost broadcast the difficult confrontation between teachers and students live on the Tieba. Old Man Wang's temper was stubborn, and the students in the school were

The reputation was not good to begin with. Therefore, many students who have been taught by him are now denouncing Mr. Wang in Tieba.

"Teacher Wang, if you want me to write a poem, you must give me some time to formulate it! Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms in ancient times still needed seven steps to write a poem. However, I just had inspiration and already have a poem. Please also ask Wang

The teacher has tasted it!"

Opening his eyes, Lin Feng said with a smile. He looked at Old Man Wang slightly and said.

"How long did it take to conceive? It's only been ten seconds, and you've already conceived an ancient poem?" Old Man Wang asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Teacher Wang." Lin Feng said confidently.

"Then can you read out your poem now?" Old Man Wang asked again.

"certainly!"

Lin Feng smiled and turned to look at Qin Yanran who stood up to speak for him, and said with some embarrassment, "But this is a love poem. Teacher Wang, it should meet your content requirements, right?"

As soon as these words were said, and Lin Feng was looking at Qin Yanran, the students in the entire classroom immediately started to boo.

"Wow! The latest breaking news is that Lin Feng is going to write a poem, and he looked at the school beauty Qin Yanran and said he wanted to write a love poem!"

"It's so romantic! I wonder what kind of love poem Senior Lin Feng would write?"

"I don't know whether I can write it or not! Maybe Lin Feng is just trying to be brave and ends up with a lame limerick that is half foreign but not earthy. What... I love you, as deep as the Pacific Ocean... Such a modern poem, then

It doesn’t count! Old man Wang said he wanted classical Chinese poetry.”

"What's the mentality upstairs? Do you only think about Lin Feng's shame? He is the hero of our No. 1 Middle School! Anyway, I am very much looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's love poems. Regardless of the quality, I just support Senior Lin Feng. Why?

Already?"

…

The replies in the Tieba are very fast. It is estimated that few students will be in the classroom to listen to the class this morning. Everyone is watching the live broadcast on the Tieba, where Lin Feng writes poems!

"Lin Feng, you want to write a poem for me? Is it a love poem for me?"

At this time, the most surprising person was Qin Yanran. As a good girl, she stood up to contradict the teacher and spoke for Lin Feng, which originally made her heart a little nervous, but now Lin Feng's words made her feel nervous.

Let Qin

Yanran's heart was completely calmed down. An unprecedented sense of happiness enveloped Qin Yanran. She lowered her head slightly, her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her two little hands were pulled together nervously.

"Love poems? Huh! Lin Feng, that brat, really thinks he can write poems? And he writes love poems to Qin Yanran? You really know how to make a fool of yourself, I want to see what kind of love poems you can write!"

Xiao Nishang, who was already a little gloating about misfortune, didn't know why, but when she saw that Lin Feng was going to write a love poem to Qin Yanran, she felt even more jealous. She pouted her mouth and stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes.

"What? You want to write a love poem?"

Hearing that Lin Feng actually openly said that he wanted to write a love poem in class, Old Man Wang's beard was almost crooked with anger. But when he just asked Lin Feng to write a poem, he kept saying that as long as it conformed to the rhythm, content and subject matter of ancient poetry, he could

Let Lin Feng choose by himself.

Therefore, Old Man Wang could only take a breath and said to Lin Feng: "Okay, as I just said, as long as it conforms to the rhythm of ancient poetry, you can write whatever content you want. get out of class ends in eight minutes, Lin Feng Feng, don’t try to delay any more time.”

"Okay! Teacher Wang, then I will write a poem!"

Under Old Man Wang's questioning gaze, under Qin Yanran's expectant yet shy gaze, under Xiao Nichang's jealous gaze, as well as the lively attention of the whole class and the students waiting in the post bar to watch the live broadcast

Then, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began to read:

"The clouds blow and the mist hides the hidden feelings, and it is difficult to plant them.

Jin Yiluo, beautiful lips, red lips.

Who can create the beauty of Takewai?

In one word, life and death are the same as yours."

In just twenty-eight words, a seven-character ancient poem was completed in one go, and during the whole process, Lin Feng only took three steps. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, but Lin Feng thought for more than ten seconds.

After that, I wrote an ancient poem in three steps.
Chapter completed!