The emperor is not in vain. After sitting in a high position for a long time, he no longer even gets angry at these small tricks: "Everyone has just appreciated Mr. Zhang's poems. The words and sentences are very good, and the writing is as good as painting. Zhou Mou dare not say more, but
Personally, I think I heard it from Zhou
Zhou Tian looked at Zhang Yihan's face as he thought so, and wanted to bury the poem very sadly, but looking at the admiration in the eyes of more than 20 pairs of eyes around her, she had no shame to do this.
Zhou Tian thought angrily, if he had known this, he would have brought Su Yi with him, flipped the table over, and even refused to admit that he had written it, denying the past. What a good thing now...
That's right! Zhou Tian's eyes suddenly lit up, he pinched the middle of his index finger and pointed it at the table leg where the tissue paper was placed.
Just as Zhou Tian was about to make his move, someone suddenly picked up the brocade paper and took it down together with the song written by Zhang Yihan just now.
Zhou Tian felt like crying. Didn't she just go back to the palace and have a midnight snack? As for punishing her like this! If Sun Qingmu found out, she wouldn't be able to be clean for a month.
Zhou Tian immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet, secretly hating that he should not have coveted the simple font of this poem and caused eternal hatred. Thinking about "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn", "The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky", "The shepherd boy rides a big ox" and the worst is "Little
Hecai "shows off" his sharp angles, why the hell did he choose "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao"!
Damn it! There’s a weed growing on Liliyuan!
Zhou Tian is a good emperor who cares for the people, a good "chairman" who cares about the broad masses of the people, and is devoted to the construction of rural areas and farmers. He represents the country's current productivity, represents the direction of advanced culture, and represents the overwhelming majority of the people.
Leaders with fundamental interests are definitely not butchers who seek revenge and kill everyone!
Zhou Tian stood at the railing on the second floor, looking at the "Grass" that was hung high as expected. He stiffly twitched the corner of his mouth three times, turned back with a firm gaze, and picked up the "Grass" that he had not yet had time to remove.
Pen and ink, roll up your sleeves!
The waiters immediately spread the brocade paper sharply, held the corners of the paper, and said respectfully and flatteringly: "Please."
Seeing Zhou Tian start to write again, everyone looked over again. Although the poem just now was not very good, the calligraphy was definitely at its peak, just to see the character of the calligraphy.
Zhou Tian thought for a moment, spread out the paper, and picked up the pen in his right hand:
It’s noon on the day of hoeing,
Sweat drips into the soil.
Who knew that Chinese food would be served on a plate?
Every grain of grain is hard work.
Zhou Tian put down the pen and felt relieved in his heart. He felt that he had saved some face for his little reputation. Don't everyone just remember that she played with men and created a male palace!
Xia Xuehua, Xin Shu, Duan Jingjin, Zhang Yihan and others were shocked at this time. The poem just now was at best a catchy poem. Although there were countless meanings in the poem, it was not as direct as expressing the feelings of the poor people.
The voice of the heart shocks people's hearts and is more likely to resonate, because anyone who doesn't resonate is most likely a villain who doesn't care about the general group.
What's more, apart from these selfish factors, this "Hoe" is indeed a good poem.
Zhou Tian had no time to remember with them this poem of deep hatred and hatred that she could only recite when she was seven years old and was ridiculed by her family for four years. She quickly urged the waiter: "Hang it up, hang it up." Let everyone know about her.
He is a good emperor of the Three Representatives.[
The waiter was in trouble this time, but he could also see that this person had a very high status among these arrogant students, but no matter how high the status was, we should abide by the rules, right?
He didn't see the meaning of spring in this poem. If he hangs out, his monthly salary will be deducted by his boss. But if he offends him by not hanging out, if he is the top scorer in high school, he will also have his monthly salary deducted by his boss. The waiter will be embarrassed.
Ah! "This..." is against the rules.
Zhou Tian looked at him eagerly, with his narrow and cute eyes open. He managed to squeeze out a little bit of the little daughter's favor from his overbearing temperament, and just shouted "Oops" to get her away from Sun Qingmu's endless chanting.
The waiter was very embarrassed to be seen, but he held the brocade silk in his hand with great enthusiasm! Decided! Hang up!
Zhou Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The praises that came and went from all sides finally reached her ears: "What a poem. Brother Zhou has compassion on the people all over the world. He is really a role model for me as a literary person."
Not to be outdone, the admiration also sounded: "Brother Zhou is so thoughtful, Gong admires me, the people of the world are the source of food and clothing for you and me, but we have not thought about them."
"Brother Zhou, this poem can be called a masterpiece. If it can be appreciated by direct ministers, it will definitely be a candidate for the imperial examination."
"It's not an exaggeration to be number one, haha."
Theatergoers are not afraid of big troubles. No matter how clean a group of people are, there are still people with ulterior motives! Zhou Tiandang did not understand that he deliberately wanted others to target him, but he was only thinking about whether she could escape.
At this time, the sound of pipa suddenly sounded downstairs, and the sound of slowly twisting the strings was like the moon in the clouds and instantly melted into people's hearts.
Zhou Tian also looked at it subconsciously. She only knew three people who had such skills during the string test. This person's piano sound was absolutely exquisite.
The sound of the piano slowly formed, and the flowing clouds and flowing water pushed through the mist-like coolness and resounded throughout the entire hall of Tingfengyuan. It instantly overwhelmed the excitement in the poetry circle and attracted the attention of everyone in Tingfengyuan.
Zhou Tian even saw the obsessive anticipation on the faces of several friends. She couldn't help but look down more curiously, but sadly discovered that from her position she could only see Miss Qin's back, but she could still
From her small back, I can feel her straight back and her tenacity in twisting the strings of the piano.
A unique song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" was sung from her mouth accompanied by the quiet music of the piano. The indescribable and beautiful moment made Zhou Tian feel comfortable. The person was divided into three and six, and the sound was even seven or eight. Talent is such a rare thing.
, obviously the beauty of this female singing voice is rare.
As for how rare it is, Zhou Tianjue thought that if he were a man, he would definitely kidnap her into the palace and make her the concubine Qinyin against all opinions. When he died, he would have her buried in the palace and continue to listen to her play the song of the other shore for him.
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