After hearing this, everyone was busy again, and they searched their hearts and thought about it carefully, but most of the poems they recited did not deviate from the artistic conception of their predecessors.

Among so many people is still a poem by Zhu Rui: The rogue poem is invading the morning, and the sound of the stones is deep in the air. The hair is covered with beautiful hair and frost, and the mouth is fragrant and chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart after a few words? After Tao Lingping Zhang, the eternal high wind has been spoken to this day.

There is also a written by Dong Xiu: Try a trip while the frost is sunny, and don’t drown the wine glasses and medicine cups. Who planted them before and after the frost? Where is the autumn next to the fence? Wax clogs come from far away, and they can’t enjoy the cold songs. If the yellow flowers are as pity as the guest of poetry, don’t bear to carry the head of the stick today.

These two poems are extraordinary and superior. Dong Xiu finally showed it this time and said to Gao Chong: "Little Prince, didn't you say you should always be different? Maybe this time you can say a unique poem?"

Cai Songnian smiled and said, "I'll do it first! The little prince is a talented person, I'm just throwing bricks and attracting jade. I haven't used the secrets as embarrassing food, and even following the customs, the Double Ninth Festival, and the political fate is in the wild, and I'm willing to reduce the fragrance for no one to lose. I met halfway up the mountain, so I'm so busy that I'll break a yellow branch. Flowers should sneer in the east fence, and still look for the Tao Weng to look for the light of favor."

Zhao Zhubu couldn't help but nodded and said, "This poem is written in a graceful and unworldly manner. It uses things to describe people. His personality that is not in harmony with the world is vividly revealed on the paper. It's wonderful! Great wonderful!"

Dong Xiu and others were discouraged, and Zhu Rui kept secretly glanced at Cai Songnian. Gao Chong was also applauding and applauding this newly met friend.

"Gao Chong, Brother Cai has finished your extraordinary poem? Let's also learn about it."

Gao Chong snorted coldly and said, "This is simple, listen well: life is easy to grow old but God is hard to grow old. Every year, Double Ninth Festival is Double Ninth Festival again, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring. It is better than spring. It is vast and frost in the sky and thousands of miles away."

The scene was silent, and these poems were so grand. The whole poem was filled with emotions and scenery, colors and fragrance, and it melted poetry, painting, wild fun, and philosophy into a furnace, forming a vibrant poetic environment and the author's heroic and broad feelings. With the magnificent and gorgeous poetic environment and the uplifting pride, it aroused the heroic spirit and noble sentiment in people's hearts.

"Life is easy to grow old", "now Double Ninth Festival" has been recited, but it says "The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant". He is in the same state of mind as his previous poem "It's cool and beautiful autumn", but he secretly sent a few rays of sorrow to the yellow flowers on the battlefield, and there is also a passion in his melancholy. After all, he is a character who faces the wind and frost. The frost sky is thousands of miles away, and the autumn wind is shrill, and the yellow chrysanthemums are fragrant, which means that the autumn color is better than spring.

"How sad is autumn, the bleakness of the grass and trees are falling and decayed." Since the Yuyi of Chu and Song Dynasty in the Warring States Period, sadness has become the traditional theme of Chinese classical poetry, but when this poem comes out, autumn colors are better than spring.

Cai Songnian kept chanting and cheering: "As soon as the little prince's poem was released, his heroic spirit was even more powerful than Su Zi, and he vaguely said that he broke the way of heaven and earth. Compared with one, we went straight into the dirt, and today's leader is undoubtedly the leader. Please come forward and receive rewards."

Cai Jing and others looked at each other. They were originally preparing a poetry party for their son, but they didn't expect that they were first taken by Gao Chong and Yan Fenglou, but now they don't have any soup left! Who is this Gao family's gunman? He is so literary!

Gao Chong couldn't understand this and said with a smile: "No! No! How can I dare to take the lead? Brother Cai adds poems, changes poems, and writes poems, and they are all masterpieces. I think only he can be the leader."

After seeing Gao Chong's performance, Cai Jing was embarrassed to make his son the leader. He whispered and discussed with Dong Wen and Zhao Zhubu for a while, and finally used the special skills of the Chinese people to prepare to not offend both sides and to decide to be the leader.

Dong Xiu wanted to see Gao Chong make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that he would become the one who made a fool of himself. Instead, Gao Chong was enjoying the cheers of everyone.

He had forgotten that his poems were made by gunmen, and he said in a dark mood: "Why can a guy who has made a show of the limelight by catching someone else's knife? He must make him look ugly today."

Thinking of this, the guy shouted: "Wait a minute! Since he is the leader, he means he is the leader. It is unreasonable to decide the two leaders. I think we should play one extra game and decide the final result."

Cai Jing and others looked at each other and said, "What the nephew said is no longer unreasonable, but how do you think it should be a match?"

"The best people in this poem are Cai Songnian, Brother Cai and the little prince Gao Chong. We admire the two of you very much, so we ask you to write another poem. What are you asking for judgment?"

"It's reasonable!" Dong Wen's eyes lit up, and he patted his hands and said, "Mr. Cai, I think what my nephew said is reasonable, so please ask me to ask another question!"

Cai Jing pondered for a moment, and he wanted his son to be the leader, so he nodded and said, "Okay! Then let's have another question. Autumn and chrysanthemums have already said that it is the Double Ninth Festival now, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Dong Xiu interrupted him and said, "Sir, let's wait! In autumn, chrysanthemums, and Double Ninth Festival, there are inevitably some repetitions. Today, most of them are young and talented, and there are many talented men and beautiful women. Please write poems with the title of talented men and beautiful women this time!"

Cai Jing frowned slightly. Although he hoped that his son would win the championship, he didn't want Gao Chong to be too ugly. Today he talked about the Double Ninth Festival. I'm afraid that Gao Chong did not prepare poems for talented men and beautiful women, right? So he was a little hesitant.

Dong Wen laughed and said, "This is a good suggestion! A young man is not romantic. It just so happens that the first one of Zhending Mansion is here today. And there is also the courtesan of Zhending Mansion, Miss Zhu Rui, the courtesan of Zhending Mansion. You can present a poem to Miss Zhu Rui!"

This time the limit was even more dead. They all thought that Gao Chong was looking for someone to make a fuss, and wanted to see him look ugly.

Gao Chong smiled and said, "Okay! Please come first with Brother Cai! I am stupid and I really have to think about it."

When Cai Songnian saw that Gao Chong had agreed, he smiled helplessly and said, "Since the little prince insisted on giving in, I will write a poem to throw away bricks and attract jade. At this time, the chrysanthemums in the garden are blooming, so I will use things to express the meaning of a person to send Miss Zhu Rui a poem.

The earthen flowers can be white and red, but they can still love this work in the evening. It is better to hold the fragrance on the branches and dance with the yellow leaves and dance with the autumn wind."

"A good one: I would rather hold the fragrance on the branches and dance with the autumn wind than follow the yellow leaves. Miss Zhu Rui, whom Cai Chanjun told me in one sentence, is different from others. Although she is in the world, she has a noble character that is not aroused by others, and is unique and outstanding. There is nothing to say, this poem can be the first!"

Dong Wen was the first to applaud, and the others agreed, and even Cai Jing nodded frequently.

Gao Chong gave Cai Songnian a thumbs up and said, "Brother Cai is indeed a talented person. I am willing to give in. This song not only describes Miss Zhu Rui's noble quality of being out of the mud without being stained, but also points out her determination to fight against the world and destiny. Brother Cai is really Miss Zhu Rui's confidant."

Zhu Rui's eyes flashed with tears, and she saluted Cai Songnian and expressed her gratitude to him.

Cai Songnian bowed back and continued, "It is my honor to be able to compete in poetry with the little prince today. Let's look at the little prince's masterpiece below!"

Gao Chong sighed and said, "The time is too short. I don't write well. Please forgive me. Brother Cai has written about Miss Zhu Rui's personality just now, so I can only start from another aspect and write about her sadness.

Walking alone, sitting alone, singing solo, and lying alone. Standing sad, but I couldn't touch someone with a cold heart. Who can see this love? Tears are washed away by half of the makeup. I am still worried and sick, and I can't dream of removing the cold lamp."

This guy really did it! It wasn't that coincidental! When everyone heard this, they all looked incredible.

Cai Songnian clapped his hands and said, "Okay! The first half of the lyrics use the five words "only", which describes the anxiety and indifference caused by Miss Zhu Rui's inner depression and inability to get rid of. They are all dynamic descriptions.

The two sentences "Standing to the heart" turn to the static feeling, but the mind is consistent. The second half of the verse depicts two vivid and realistic pictures: one is a young woman with tears flowing away most of the powder on her face; the other is a face of the lonely lamp in the cold night, and she is restless.

The end point of "clearing the cold lamp" is not the word "clearing", but the word "clearing". The word "clearing" reflects time. The so-called "dreams cannot be made into lamps and ashes" is obviously sleepless all night. For the lonely and sad person in the boudoir, only writing this tears, the sadness of this night is completely imaginable in other days.

What's more, "Who sees this feeling?" No one sees it, no one knows it, no one comforts it, and no one can get rid of it! He writes about his own bitter feelings, long feelings, short words, and deep experience and profound content, which are beyond the reach of male writers' words that can imitate love.

This Gao Chong is a man. How come he understands his daughter's mind so well and portrays the affairs of his daughter's boudoir to a deep impression. But I'm willing to give up on this, I lost!"

Zhu Rui seemed to see herself sitting alone in the middle of the night, and the sadness in her heart arose from her heart. She couldn't help but burst into tears and sobbed.

His confession of defeat made Cai Jing and others speechless. It is said that the poem Cai Songnian made has a better idea and should be slightly stronger. However, Gao Chong's poem has a strange character and is written in the tone of his daughter, which is even more unique.

"Oh." Cai Jing sighed slightly and said, "This time, the little prince took the lead, so that we can know that people should not behave like a good person. We have become more knowledgeable! I announced that the leader of this Double Ninth Festival is the little prince Gao Chong!"

"Okay!" Gao An, Gao Wei, Ding Zhou and others were extremely excited. They almost jumped up and shouted with real arms.

Dong Wen's face was very bad. Dong Xiu always wanted to watch Gao Chong's jokes, but he didn't expect to be fucked by someone else. Does Gao Chong really have this ability? If he had this ability, he would have abandoned martial arts and studied literature and participated in the imperial examination! This must have happened, yes, it must be like this!
Chapter completed!