Although Xu Yan knew very well that the teacher was doing his best, he was somewhat helpless.

Although he also made some debut after he came to the Ming Dynasty by reciting poems and writing lyrics, his opponents were basically of Zhang Yinian's appearance, which was really not challenging.

In a common saying, it is the king to beat bronze.

I'm afraid of comparison in everything.

The one in front of him is not an ordinary person now.

Shen Mingchen's high status in the poetry world in the Ming Dynasty is incomparable to ordinary people.

It is not easy to throw out the poem that crushes him.

But it's all for this, and Xu Yan has no reason to give up. Otherwise, wouldn't he be too sorry for his mentor Mr. Qian?

Xu Yan took a step forward, bowed to Shen Mingchen, and smiled and said, "Young Master Chen is a very good poem. Xu Yan, Dinghai County, tried to match a pair."

After saying that, he started to chant:

"The west of Su Xiaofen is my concubine's family, and white lotus is planted in front of the door.

The man came and knew that he was a place where he was a gulf, and the jade zither on the stone covered the sunset.”

Shen Mingchen naturally understood poetry very much, but after hearing Xu Yan chanting, he was stunned.

He murmured, "I'm here to recognize the place where I am, and the jade zither on the stone covers the sunset."

"This poem by Xu Xiaolangjun is written from a woman's perspective, but it is clever."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for the praise."

Even Shen Mingchen praised it very much, so the quality of this poem is naturally fine.

Everyone present praised it.

"Xu Xiaolangjun is also from Ningbo? There are too many talented men in Ningbo."

"It seems that Ningbo scholars have the potential to catch up later, and it is not impossible to catch up with Shaoxing."

"Hey, what do you know? Xu Xiaolangjun is the student Mr. Xushan just accepted recently. Can Mr. Qian's student be worse?"

"So that's it, no wonder you have such talent at a young age."

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Two talented men appeared on the spot, both from Ningbo, so naturally some people wanted to see them get higher.

But someone cheered and said, "I would like to ask Mr. Xushan to give another question to see which poem is stronger for Mr. Chen or Mr. Xu Xiaolang."

"Yes, a competition!"

Everyone looked like they didn't bother to watch the fun, which made Qian Dehong a little difficult.

As for Xu Yan, he was also secretly upset.

This is really a comparison, but it is too expensive to reserve.

I wrote one poem less than one poem. What should I do if I finished it?

He turned to look at the teacher, saw Qian Dehong nodding at him, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll ask the teacher to give the title."

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and smiled: "Since ancient times, the youngest romantic person should be the theme of a youth travel."

Xu Yan made a gesture of invitation and invited Shen Mingchen to do it first.

In fact, this is also a routine of Xu Yan.

Those who write poetry first have disadvantages. After all, it is easy to be targeted with samples, and later writing poetry leaves a deeper impression on the reviewers and is easier to gain a favorable position.

Of course, all this is based on the fact that the two levels are almost the same.

If it is one heaven and one underground, this subtle influence can be ignored at all.

Shen Mingchen nodded slightly, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then chanted:

"The BMW neighed and attracted the boy, and his black hair was worn on the subway and he kept money.

The twelve spring breezes on Jin Street, blowing the embroidered carpets full of the beards.”

Xu Yan thought that he was really a difficult opponent. But now he was already on the string and had to shoot, so he didn't care about the hidden poems.

He walked a few steps and said slowly:

"A thousand gold swords are in a suit, and I laugh and throw the green wine bed of Orchid.

The purple horse leaps into the cockfighting arena, and the spring breeze blows into the cockfighting field."

After the two poems were finished, someone started to compare them.

Some say that Yang Shi is more free and easy, while others say that Xu Shi is more heroic.

But overall, Xu Yan has more advantages due to his age.

After all, Shen Mingchen is more than teenage years older than Xu Yan, and even if he gets a tie, his face is lost.

"Go to compare one more song!"

"Compare another song!"

Under the "warming" of everyone, it seemed that Shen Mingchen could not hold back his temper and chanted first:

"The green and yellow plum blossoms are warm and cool in the sky, and the red and white flowers are blooming and farming.

The swallows are surrounded by mud and water, and the sound of the quails is like smoke."

Xu Yan was not willing to be outdone and immediately responded to a song.

"The dark and dark peach and plum blossoms are made up late, and the bridge heads of thousands of miles are called Zigui.

The man who returned from worshiping the moon was silent, and the golden hairpin was lost in the west of the bamboo corridor."

Shen Mingchen is already poetic at this moment and is no longer reserved.

Speak casually:

"The black beads are red and the young leaves grow, and the purple orchids are sprouting new seedlings.

The dragon beard is green and the bamboo shoots are broken before the wind, and the phoenix tail is green and the banana is added after the rain."

Xu Yan thought to himself that since that's the case, I will accompany you to the end.

Lang Lang chanted:

"Double fireflies send fallen flowers, and the spring breeze is lonely and breaks the pipa.

People came to send calamus leaves, saying they were the papermakers in Chengdu.”

Shen Mingchen said he was happy in his heart!

He chanted through poetry:

"The rain has passed the high fields and the water fell into the ditch, and the tiled bridge fish are on the willows.

The green plums are as acid salt as snow, and the red cherry wine is as oil."

Xu Yan said without giving in:

"The boats can bloom at the fifteenth year of birth, even if Qu Tang and Yan are piled up.

Lang Jinsan. Peach Blossom Ferry, and I exchanged fresh fish for wine."

Shen said:

"I am in Jiangdonglang, and I have been to Ruoye Creek.

The female companion with her fellow travelers lowered her head and said, tears dyed her new red and white clothes."

Xu Jie:

"Western Lake should be crossed late, so you can take advantage of the lotus boat to pick.

The girl from Yue is so cute that Wu Ke will take off her clothes and ask for money.”

Shen Yin:

"The shadow of osmanthus is scattered in the moon, and the lotus leaves are frost.

I pounded my clothes for half a night, and I lost my clothes for a few days."

Xu said:

"The moon is bright and cool in the autumn lake. After listening to the fisherman's song, I was about to wake up.

When Qin Emperor released the boat, the white clouds locked in the Buddha's head green."

The two of you and me were all stunned when they heard it.

Can poetry be written like this? It’s as refreshing as drinking!

Most of them can write poems, but they basically think hard for a long time before they can hold it up.

Look at Mr. Shen and Mr. Xu Xiaolangjun, it’s really a good sentence.

This is really awesome.
To be continued...