"In this second round, you will use winter to compose a poem, with five or seven words in random words. The main thing is to see whose poem can directly reach people's hearts. Everyone present will be the judge."
Everyone understood what Mrs. Lin said.
The criterion for winning or losing is to see whose poem can touch people's hearts.
Whether you use winter to express love, family affection, friendship or anything else...
As long as it can touch people's hearts, it is a good poem.
"It only takes a bowl of tea for each person, now start thinking." Mrs. Lin said again.
Han Ruyi stood up and walked around with small steps.
Holding the small Xiang Fei fan in her hand, she frowned, pondered, and contemplated a masterpiece.
Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, sat back down again, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them, making a crackling sound.
Everyone looked stunned.
"Miss Yang, don't you need to think about it seriously?" Mrs. Li couldn't help but kindly reminded her.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and smiled at Mrs. Li, showing her white and neat teeth.
"I'm thinking, but my way of thinking is different from Miss Han's," she said.
"Okay." Mrs. Li was speechless.
Over there, Han Ruyi stopped and raised his head.
"I have it," she said.
"puff!"
Here, Yang Ruoqing almost spit out the sip of water she just took in her mouth.
What does 'I have' mean?
What's left?
Baby?
Over there, Han Ruyi saw Yang Ruoqing's expression and suddenly thought of something.
Han Ruyi squinted her eyes, glared at Yang Ruoqing with a bit of embarrassment, then turned around, bowed to Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Li, and said, "Madam, I have a new work."
Mrs. Lin smiled and raised her hand, signaling Han Ru to read it out.
Han Ruyi cleared her throat and read out in her oriole-like voice.
"I wear this body in the ice and snow forest, not to mix with the peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance spread all night long, spreading throughout the world! "
After Han Ruyi finished reciting her poem, she stood aside with a satisfied smile on her face, waiting for Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Li to taste it.
After Mrs. Lin tasted it carefully, she praised: "Miss Han's poem should express a kind of emotion through praising plum blossoms."
"As we all know, in spring, hundreds of flowers bloom, and peaches and plums compete for beauty."
"But plum blossoms bloom alone in the cold winter, accompanied by ice and snow."
"Although I missed the blooming flowers, it was still unique and added a touch of color to the bleak winter."
"It also shows Miss Han's own quality through plum blossoms. What's even more rare is that she only used seven steps."
"It's even more amazing to write a poem in seven steps!" Mrs. Lin praised it.
This time, Han Ruyi's face couldn't hide the excitement and joy.
The look towards Yang Ruoqing was even more provocative and urgent.
I can't wait to see Yang Ruoqing recite a limerick, which will further highlight her talent.
Here, Yang Ruoqing also put down the melon seeds in her hand, took a sip of tea and cleared her throat.
"I am a person who likes flowers no matter what they are." She said.
"I like plum blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, all kinds of flowers that bloom in different seasons, because they each have their own beauty and character."
"Since God made all things come into being, it makes sense. No one is better than anyone else, and no one is worse than anyone else. They are all flowers."
As soon as Yang Ruoqing said these words, there was a resonance in the elegant room.
Yes, the ladies who come here are all proud.
Han Ruyi just boasted about plum blossoms and said that she would not compete with peaches and plums for beauty, which made these rebellious ladies feel unhappy.
Everyone wants to be unique and feels that they are special.
Why is it your turn, Han Ruyi?
So now, as soon as Yang Ruoqing's words came out, many ladies suddenly turned from haters to fans of her.
"Miss Yang is right, Miss Yang, it's your turn to write a poem." One of them urged.
They all want to use Yang Ruoqing's help to defeat Han Ruyi, the most talented woman in the capital.
How could Yang Ruoqing not see what these people were planning?
She smiled modestly and said truthfully:
"Here's the money. Since Miss Han has already used it, I won't use it."
"As for me, I will improvise a poem based on the place and environment where I grew up, and everyone will just listen to it."
Then, she also stood up, pondered for a moment, and read out in a calm tone:
"At dusk, the mountains are far away, the sky is cold and the white houses are poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night! "
After Yang Ruoqing finished reading this poem, she apologized ten thousand times to the original author in her heart.
Sorry, sorry, I'm borrowing it.
In the elegant room, it suddenly became quiet.
Then, Mrs. Lin stood up from the stool. She did not speak, but slowly walked towards the window.
Then, standing by the window, looking at the boundless night outside, let the chilly night breeze flow in through the window.
In the private room, it suddenly became a little cold.
The elegant rooms are full of delicate ladies, flowers in the greenhouse.
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw Mrs. Lin's move.
Han Ruyi's lips curled up proudly.
"Miss Yang, this limerick of yours is really full of content." Han Ruyi said with a smile.
"It's Chaimen again, and it's a dog barking again. It's simply unbearable."
"Look, we, Mrs. Lin, couldn't stand listening anymore and went to the window to get some air. It's true!" Han Ruyi deliberately teased.
Is this really the case?
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and her eyes fell on Mrs. Lin's back by the window.
Mrs. Lin stood quietly by the window, looking out at the night outside the window, silently.
Han Ruyi was still about to speak out, but Mrs. Lin suddenly raised her hand.
Han Ruyi didn't dare to say anything.
The elegant room suddenly fell into silence.
Han Ruyi's proud eyes glanced at Yang Ruoqing's face, as if to say, just wait, you will lose!
Yang Ruoqing ignored Han Ruyi at all, and even doubted who gave her the title of the most talented woman in the capital.
After a long time, Mrs. Lin's somewhat ethereal murmuring voice came from the wind.
"At dusk, the mountains are far away, the sky is cold and the white houses are poor."
"The colorful door hears the barking of dogs, and people return home on a snowy night."
"Children, I am older than you, and I am also a little higher than you. Today in this poetry meeting, please allow me, as an elder, to rely on my elders for a while."
Mrs. Lin murmured, and then slowly turned around.
Everyone discovered that there were two traces of tears on her face.
"My husband is Mr. Rong Ge, the first of the three great scholars in the current cabinet."
"In the eyes of outsiders, our couple enjoys overwhelming glory and wealth."
"But children, do you know that life in this world is like a fleeting moment, just a few decades."
"My husband and I have discussed it long ago. When he retires and returns to his hometown in the future, we will choose a place with mountains and water, dig two acres of land, open two vegetable beds, dig a well, and build three thatched houses. .”
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