Gao Chong smiled and said, "The rewards everyone has given are enough, and I don't want to show my timidity; but since Mr. Gao asked me to express my opinion, I will make a bold decision.

Our Gaojia Gengju Reading Home is a keen on charity. This time we will first provide the winner with free meals for life in Yanfenglou. At the same time, we donate a library to the scholars in Zhending City in the name of the winner, so that everyone can borrow books for free."

"Okay!" Cai Songnian shouted loudly first, then took the lead in applauding: "The little prince has great merit in this matter, hundreds of times stronger than those Aduo."

Gao Qingyi gritted his teeth secretly, Dong Wen and others also looked bad, but Gao Chong slapped them hard in the face.

Some people look at Gao Qingyi with dissatisfaction. They have never come up with this reward, so they will inevitably be stingy. What should you do when Gao Qingyi is so angry that you can do? It is difficult to be a human being if you are slapped in the face.

Gao Qingyi's teeth were chewing, and he shook his sleeves and said, "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you!"

Cai Jing smiled and said, "No matter who wins today, I will thank the little prince for his righteous deeds first. This is a role model for everyone. Everyone should make good use of their performance and not miss this opportunity to keep their name forever. Since it is Double Ninth Festival, I think everyone has some preparations. Our first topic is autumn!

Let me explain in advance that your poems can be made by yourself, but you can also recite them by the ancients. If you can't recite them, you can only get three glasses of wine."

Cai Jingding's rule was also to take care of Gao Chong. After all, his reputation in Kaifeng Prefecture is not very good. He was instructed by Liu Wei to help, so of course he had to take care of him a little. As long as this Gao Chong was not too stupid, he should be prepared and would not be ridiculed.

Everyone was very excited when they heard this. Dong Xiu and others gritted their teeth secretly, hoping that Gao Chong would make a big ugly look.

As soon as Cai Jing finished speaking, someone laughed and said, "You are not talented and have no such skills. Just show off your ugly face first. It's considered a throwaway brick and jade. My poem is:

The autumn wind rusts and the dew is cold and frost,

Clouds, mountains, fog and water are vast.

Golden rice scattered waves,

The fragrance of chrysanthemums floated in the garden.”

Everyone smiled slightly after hearing this. This person said he was talentless but really talentless. Is this also called poetry? He listed a piece of autumn scenery, which is at most a limerick.

Cai Jing and others, who were in charge of the referee, laughed and said, "The sentences are smooth, and the scenery around them is like in front of you. OK, next one!"

People around them knew that they had saved face for the man, so they were not too ridiculed, so they quickly presented their own poems.

Some of them wrote their own masterpieces, while others could recite a poem by the ancients without any help, but they were not stumped. But no one could escape the sadness and sadness of the autumn poems of everyone. They slowly arrived at Zhu Rui, who was known as the junior teacher in Zhending Mansion.

The gentle and even a little sad woman sighed and said, "I just heard the poems of all the talents, which made me feel a little touched. I also wrote a poem based on the cat and the words are not beautiful, so please forgive me."

The autumn flowers are bleak and the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lanterns are long and the autumn night is long.

I already feel that the autumn windows and autumn are endless, and that is worthy of the wind and rain that can help the desolation!

How quickly does the wind and rain come in autumn? It is shocking to break through the autumn window and the green dream of autumn.

I can't bear to sleep with the autumn love, and I can't help but move my tears to the autumn screen.

Tears candles shake and short, sorrow shines and hate, and separation.

Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without rain?

The silk quilt is not affected by the autumn wind, and the residual sounds urge the autumn rain to be rushing.

The night was whirling again, and it seemed that I was crying with the people who left in front of the lamp.

The cold smoke courtyard is in a bleak state, and the sparse bamboos are dripping when the window is empty.

I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but I have already taught tears to shed the window screen.”

Cai Jing and others looked at each other, and finally he sighed: "It is true that the name of Miss Zhu Rui is a little teacher. This poem is written in the lonely poem that suppresses the moonlit night of the spring river in the Tang Dynasty. It seems to describe autumn, but it is actually self-deprecating, sad, and desolate. Good! Good! Good!"

Three good words in a row express the mood of this magistrate. The others were a little jealous, especially Bai Xiuying and Yu Min's eyes were even red. They just recited an ancient autumn poem, which seemed a bit ordinary. How could they compare to this Zhu Rui, especially the magistrate's three-tone voice, and they would not make this little hoof more famous?

Zhu Rui arrived at Dong Xiu afterwards. He had already prepared at home. This time he wanted to show his saints in front of others. So he stood up and said loudly: "Please listen to it. My poem is: The west wind flows into the evening door, and Gaozhai looks alone when he moves alone. The sails are far away, and the sky is flat and the sky is hanging everywhere."

"Okay!" There were a lot of cheers around, and even Cai Jing clapped his hands. Dong Wen said happily: "Mr. Cai, you are a master of poetry, how about judging?"

Cai Jing nodded and said, "Nephew Dong said that in the evening of autumn, the far-reaching west wind blows the doors and windows; I stood alone at the top of the building, staring at melancholy. The winding river flows into the autumn river with the sailboat; the wild grass leaves the fields disappearing from all directions in the sky.

A few words describe the sadness of autumn. It is really a sad autumn wind and autumn scenery!”

Everyone heard the cheers, and Dong Wen kept zipping his beard and smiling. Cai Jing continued, "Nephew, the poem expresses one's aspirations. Your poem seems to have an unfinished meaning. Please read the second half of this aspirations!"

"Uh~" Dong Xiu was panicked. The gentleman wrote these four lines of poetry for me, but he didn't say there was something behind it! This bastard, let's see how I deal with him when I go back.

"This, this, sir, I didn't think about it for a while, think about it again, think about it again."

Everyone almost laughed out loud after hearing this, and Dong Wen also frowned. Gao Qingyi smiled and said, "It's not easy for a good nephew to come up with this half of the poem. My ancestors had half of the Analects of Confucius to rule the world. Today, my nephew is half of the autumn poem that lingers Changyuan."

Dong Wen clapped his hands and said, "Okay! A good autumn poem is over Changyuan, but today most of them are young and talented. Who can continue the following sentences? This poem is his."

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly, and Gu shook his head and said nothing. Even if he could continue, he would have to offend Dong Wen, not to mention whether it was appropriate or not, but to offend Dong Wen, it was not worth it!

Cai Songnian smiled and said, "I am not talented, I am willing to continue the poem for Brother Dong. The second half of my book is: The rain wants to make birds happy in the mountains, and the cold sound comes to Jing Wuzhi. My husband sighs that it is related to current affairs, and he does not learn from the Chu people and the children are sad."

Cai Jing slapped the table suddenly and said, "Okay! The sky turns from cloudy to sunny, and the mountain birds sing happily; the sycamore trees in the courtyard are rustling in the west wind. Ah! The real man's sadness in autumn is originally for the rise and fall of the country; how can he be like the sentimental Chu people, whose children have a long love. The poem expresses his aspirations, and these few sentences add a lot of color."

Cai Jing said something that Dong Wen, Gao Qingyi and others were ashamed, and the others were laughing dryly, wondering if they should make a compliment.

Gao Chong ignored this and applauded loudly, "This is what a real man does. You are all young and have enough food and clothing. What's so sad about it? You are really pretending to be pretentious."

Dong said furiously: "Okay! OK! We are pretending. You write a person who doesn't pretend to behave! I'm afraid you will only be fined three drinks!" The people next to him laughed.

Gao Chong snorted coldly and said, "I didn't think about writing poetry at first, but seeing you guys pretending to be hypocritical, I'll write about your ugly behavior just now!

When a young man doesn’t know the taste of sorrow, he falls in love with the upper floor. When he falls in love with the upper floor, he insists on sorrow in order to write new words. When he is old, he knows the taste of sorrow and wants to say it, but he says it’s cool and beautiful.”

After he finished speaking this poem, there was a silence around him. Cai Songnian clapped his hands and said, "It's wonderful! It's wonderful! This poem says that those young people who are not knowledgeable about the world do not understand the taste of sorrow. In order to write good new poems, they often climb high and look far away without sorrow, and reluctantly say that there is sorrow.

However, the elderly have experienced many hardships and have experienced hardships in their lives. Some of these sorrows cannot be said, some are inconvenient to say, and they cannot be said, so they will not say them all. Alas! I have to say that it is cold and autumn has arrived.

The whole article exudes the word "sorrow", which is the clue of the whole poem. The "sorrow" in the first part is a crafty and elegant idle sorrow, pretending to be sentimental; the "sorrow" in the second part is the real "sorrow", which is the sorrow of worrying about the country and having no way to serve the country.

I dare say that there is no need to compare the ones behind. Today, the poem by the little prince is the leader in the autumn poem!"

After hearing his words, everyone looked at Gao Chong in surprise. Even if Dong Wen and Gao Qingyi opened their mouths, they could not say anything. They could only sigh in their hearts: The gunman level in the Kaiping Palace is too high.

Gao Chong waved his hand and said, "Chengran, Chengran, Brother Cai hasn't said anything yet, how dare I call the leader? Please show our talents for us!"

Cai Songnian smiled slightly and said, "Okay! The little prince is in front of me. I just looked for the little prince's intention to be sad and miserable. I will make another song again!"

This guy said he was writing a re-written song, but he actually walked around and said, "The autumn air is not necessarily sad, but the light cold is the world. The green pond falls and the red leaves are still blooming, and the lotus leaves are still blooming for the smallest amount."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Cai Songnian was really quick-witted and should not be underestimated. Others couldn't make one for a long time. He had two masterpieces in his continuation of poems, and the previous one was obviously a temporary idea to make it. Is this guy really a human being?

"Good poem!" Gao Chong replied to Li: "Brother Cai's poem says: People think that autumn makes people sad, but in fact it may not be like this. It has a slight chill. Isn't this a season with pleasant climate?

Although the red lotus flowers in the green pond have all fallen, the lotus leaves have new small leaves as round as copper coins. They express the vitality and the emotions of hope. The only thing about autumn is to write the artistic conception of spring is that Brother Cai, I admire it!"
Chapter completed!