Chapter 813: Life and Death Are the Same as Qing

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Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, and quickly went through the inheritance memories of writing poems and painting that Zhu Da, a Bada Shanren, had learned since he was a child. <щww.suimeng.lā,. Mobile terminal

The rhythm and style of the poems, as well as the allusions. Even a lot of verbal writing and superb painting skills were all absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Just like absorbing the inherited memories of doctors before, Lin Feng is now tantamount to quickly absorbing Zhu Da's ability of writing poems and painting. The memory of countless ancient sages carried by the twenty-four Dinghai God Beads is Lin Feng's biggest treasure house, and it is a very precious treasure house of knowledge.

"It turns out that ancient poems are written in this way. There are flat rhymes and a history of allusions. From ancient styles to regulated poems, from the Book of Songs to Tang poetry and Song Ci, they all developed in this way. The rhymes of different dynasties are also very different. The pronunciation of many characters has changed a lot even now. 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.”

Within a dozen seconds of closing his eyes, Lin Feng quickly absorbed all the memories of Badashanren Zhu Da's inheritance. By the way, I also referred to the memory of some other scholar poets, and I have a very clear understanding of the development of poetry in ancient China.

After understanding the rhythm and techniques of poetry creation, Lin Feng can of course write some corresponding ancient poetry. Although it is definitely not as good as the handed down works of those great poets in ancient times, as long as the poems are in line with the rhythm and a little quality, combined with some of his own emotional experience, Lin Feng is still sure to make them.

"How about it? Lin Feng, if you can't write it, don't force it. Stand at the back of the classroom to be punished. Anyway, there are ten minutes left in this class."

Seeing that Lin Feng had closed his eyes and remained silent for more than ten seconds, old man Wang thought that he had no choice but to let Lin Feng go, and deliberately found him a step down. Anyway, his original intention was to make things difficult for Lin Feng, and he didn't intend to really embarrass Lin Feng.

However, the current developments have exceeded Old Man Wang's expectations. The students in Class Three in the classroom almost broadcast live the difficult duel between teachers and students on the post bar. Old man Wang has a stubborn temper, and his reputation in the school was not very good. Therefore, many students who have been taught by him are now posting on the bar to denounce Old Man Wang.

"Mr. Wang, if you want me to write a poem, you must give me some time to conceive it! Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms in ancient times needed seven steps to write a poem, but just now I have an inspiration and I already have a poem. Please also ask Wang The teacher tasted it!"

Opening his eyes, Lin Feng said with a smile, he looked at old man Wang slightly and said.

"Conception time? It's only been ten seconds, and you have already conceived an ancient poem?" Old man Wang asked in disbelief.

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

"Then you can read your poems now?" Old man Wang asked again.

"certainly!"

Lin Feng smiled and turned his head to look at Qin Yanran who stood up to speak for himself, and said a little embarrassedly, "However, this is a love poem. Teacher Wang, it should meet your content requirements, right?"

As soon as these words were said, Jia Linfeng was looking at Qin Yanran at this time, and the students in the whole classroom immediately booed again.

"Wow! The latest news is that Lin Feng is going to compose a poem, and looking at the school's 'flower' Qin Yanran, he said that he would compose a love poem!"

"It's so romantic! I don't know what kind of love poem Senior Lin Feng will write?"

"It's not sure whether it can be written! Maybe Lin Feng is trying to be brave, and finally came up with a bad doggerel that is half foreign. What... I love you, as deep as the Pacific Ocean... such a modern poem, then Not counting! Old man Wang said that he wanted to talk about ancient poems."

"What is Lou's mentality? Do you want Lin Feng to lose face? He is our hero! Anyway, I am very much looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's love poems. Regardless of the quality, I support Senior Lin Feng. What's wrong?"

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The reply in the post bar is called a quick one. This morning, it is estimated that few students will listen to the class in the classroom. Everyone is watching the live broadcast on the post bar, where Lin Feng is writing poetry!

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

But at this time, the person who was most surprised was Qin Yanran. As an obedient 'girl', she stood up and confronted the teacher to speak for Lin Feng, which made her little heart a little nervous, but now Lin Feng's words made Qin Yanran's heart completely settled down. An unprecedented sense of happiness enveloped Qin Yanran, she lowered her head slightly, her heart was pounding wildly, her face was blushing, and her two little hands were pulled together nervously.

"Love poems? Hmph! Lin Feng really thinks he can write poems? He even wrote love poems to Qin Yanran? You really know how to swell your face and pretend to be fat. I want to see what kind of love poems you can write!"

Xiao Nishang, who was gloating at the beginning, didn't know why, but when she saw that Lin Feng was going to write a love poem to Qin Yanran, her jealousy became even stronger, she pouted and stared at Lin Feng with staring eyes.

"What? You want to write love poems?"

Hearing Lin Feng blatantly said in class that he wanted to write love poems, old man Wang's beard was almost crooked. But when Lin Feng was asked to write a poem just now, it was he who kept saying that as long as it conformed to the rhythm of ancient poetry, Lin Feng could choose the content and subject matter by himself.

Therefore, old man Wang could only swallow his 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 you want. There are still eight minutes before class is over, Lin Feng, Don't try to delay any longer."

"Okay! Teacher Wang, then I can write poetry!"

Under the questioning eyes of old man Wang, under Qin Yanran's expectant and shy gaze, under Xiao Nishang's jealous eyes, and the lively attention of the whole class and the students waiting for the live broadcast in the post bar Under the circumstances, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began to read:

"It's hard to plant hidden things in the clouds and fog,

Jinyi Luoxiu's lips are vermilion.

Who can 'make' Zhuwai Qingli?

In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. "

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

The moment Lin Feng finished reading this poem, the whole classroom was dead silent.

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