Just when everyone was confused, Kong Lao once again said, "This poem is wonderful, it is a wonderful thing."

"What is the poem, can you read it first for everyone to listen to it!"Summer Yan wringing his eyebrows, what kind of poetry, why let Kong Lao excited like this?

The face is red.

Kong Lao cleared his voice and said, “The name of the poem is to snow, which is the first five laws.”Listen carefully, and do not fail the sentiments of this poem.”

This word fell, and the summer swallows did not scream well.

Give such a high evaluation, she has known Kong old, this is the first time to see.

Others have also been first rated by Kong Lao reading to adjust their appetite, and at this moment they stretch their necks, sideways their heads, and listen to them.

Then he heard him read: "War crying new ghosts, sad lonely old man."The clouds are low, and the snow is dancing back to the wind.There is no green, and the fire is red.The news of the state is broken, and the book is empty.”

There are four sentences and eight paragraphs in the poem, which almost details eight scenes.Every scene is a breath.Coupled with the feeling of Confucian poetry, it is more difficult to extricate yourself.

Mo has been through the sand war for a long time, has the experience of killing enemies, and the feeling of such poems is the most profound.Fang Yao wrote that he seemed to return to the battlefield, with the enemy war, and the soldiers when the battle torn and dedication to the determination to kill and sacrifice their lives and defend the country.

Most of the people in the room were students, and some of them had relatives or friends who were in the army.Every time the whole family cries.If it is a cry of despair, it is a cry of despair.

In short, this poem has successfully touched everyone's heart.

Only summer swallows, unconvinced.

"Kong Lao, this poem, you continue to praise this is a good poem, please ask where, and where is the beauty, your title is based on the snow scene, write the scene in front of you."And what the vice president's poem mentioned is not a jump.

The voice fell, and the people in the room made a sound of shock.

Even Mo Chen was also staring at the summer swallow, and there was never any admiration in his eyes.After all, no one in this world dares to question Kong Lao, and Xia Huanyan is also a precedent.

Kong Lao is not angry, because there are good poems in his hands, and he is too lazy to care.Xu Xu said, “This poem is good to write about the snow scene, but it is a national thing.”There is such a national feeling that not every poet has.”

It was only a truth, but it fell in the summer swallows, as if she were a satirizing her indifference to the affairs of the country and enjoying life only for herself.

It makes the summer swallows very angry, but they do not dare to attack.

Kong Lao immersed in the scene of poetry, but did not find the angry appearance of Xia Xia Yan, continued: "As for the wonderful place, although the poem is short, the words are few, but a few short words summarize the present, history and the future made a general introduction."As soon as the war began, almost the family was worried about living a day, and some young people were filled with the army to kill the enemy, leaving the old father and mother at home to live alone, that the expectation and hope in the heart, have not experienced, will not understand at all.But this poem is not good to tell the cruelty of the war and the sufferings of the people, making people feel as if they are in the real world?”

Kong Lao likes "the clouds are low and thin, the snow dances back to the wind", and the last sentence "the news of the state is broken, sad to sit in the book empty" these two sentences.

A parent who writes about snow scenes, a side war and waiting for the safety news of their children at home, is the most touching.

“As for the snow scene you’re talking about, it’s also mentioned in the poem.The coldness of the snow is also a metaphor for the cruelty that war brings to the people, just right.”

When he finished, he added three good poems.

Summer Yan's heart was indignant, envious and hateful.Her poem only got two good comments, but Fang Yao was connected with three good words, and the gap was obvious.

People also think that this, Fang Yao won.Compared with the late winter in the summer swallow poem looking forward to the arrival of spring, it is obvious that Fang Yao's more atmospheric is more brilliant.

But Xia Jiyan still seems to be unconvinced, she said: "Kong old, than the calligraphy, in addition to poetry, calligraphy you think is better?" 」

She had never seen Fang Yao’s words, but she was still confident in her own words.She put him on the other side of the day in the final book.

Kong Lao was reminded by this reminder to pick up the poems of the summer swallows again, and the two poems were put together to compare them in detail.

"Princess' word, show the temperature is polite, the clouds are flowing, but unfortunately the strength is not enough."The words of the vice president of Fang, strong and powerful, thick pen, and not lost their work, compared to the princess, slightly better than the princess!"

As the old man’s voice fell, the crowd cheered.

The vice president won, and the vice president won.

Baihuitang won, and as a member of Baihui Hall, their natural faces were also radiant.

At the same time, Mo left to cheer for Fang Yao, but he was also worried about the summer swallow.This loss, Xia Yan is afraid of the most annoyed with Fang Yao, and Yao's situation will be even more difficult in the future.

Mo Chen naturally also has this layer of concern, but he is more convinced by Fang Yao's talent.If the heart is not broad enough, as Kong Lao said, there is no such feeling, it is impossible to write such a poem.

Fang Yao is not only intelligent, intellectual and eye is wider than ordinary people, such a woman, how he is not attracted.

At this moment, Mo Chen is more determined to put Fang Yao in his pocket, he wants to get her, let her become his person.

Everyone’s thoughts are there, but no one is angry.Only summer swallow, the last hope is also lost.She lost, poetry lost, words lost, she lost completely.The grudging eyes, the latter just smiled gently and lightly, from the beginning to the end, all kept this smile, as if to this kind of indifference to the look of not caring.

So, she was more angry.

Because a princess attached so much importance to this game, why doesn't she care about the underling germs that come out of a slum?

The little verdant and the little butterfly around them felt the anger of the summer swallow, and the head was bowed down, full of fear and worry.The princess lost, and she would go back to them.

Poor yesterday's injury is not good, how to eat another chicken feather bullet.The thought of the pain that the chicken bullets fell on their bodies last night, they could not help trembling.

“Well, now we’re starting the second game.“Princess, Vice President, are you ready?”Kong Laobian put away the two poems in his hand, while announcing the project of the second game.

Summer Yan's eyes quickly spewed out the fire, Kong Lao left her poems on the side, but handed Fang Yao's writing to a teacher behind him, and told him to put it up and hang it in the library, so that the students in the college could see.

The teacher got Fang Yao's poem, excited eyes glowed, like what a baby, full of cherish and worship.On the contrary, his own, cold and clear lying in the corner of her table, no one cares.

The jealousy in Xia Yan's heart jumped out of his chest, and I wanted to go forward and take Fang Yao's poem tore it.

In the end, reason defeated her, she resisted, she told herself that there were two more games, she may not lose all, she will win back the situation in the remaining two games.

The second competition is the art.Chess painting, the piano is the best in summer swallows.The law of the book is inferior to the art of the piano, and Summer Yan himself knows it.

When she thought of it, she felt more comfortable in her heart.

It’s no surprise that they won the worst.Now let her defeat Fang Yao with her own hand!

With the two men nodding their heads, Kong Lao let the piano put on the table.

Summer Yan stared at the string on the piece as fine as hair, and his face was slightly better.Fang Yao is still that kind of unscathed, calm expression.

“Who of you started first?”The old man asked.

“The princess is a guest, the princess please.”Fang Yao did not forget to give.Win is not arrogant, lose is not self-defeating, this is the rule she set for herself.

Summer Yan lost the first game, and if he could not win back in the second game, naturally he was impatient.

"Then I'm not welcome."