Red Dust Daqian

Zhou Sen still maintained a disdainful expression, patted Li Qinwei on the shoulder and said: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Li. Don't worry, it's easy." After saying that, he made a gesture of grasping.

Ouyang Zongxin hurriedly ran to Zhou Sen and said proudly: "Niubizi, did you see that? This is the standard of poetry of my Ouyang family. Are you scared? Are you afraid to go on stage? I will make you admit defeat. Don't think you can win the championship just by copying two good poems. No way." Zhou Sen ignored Ouyang Zongxin. Ouyang Zongxin continued: "Damn Taoist priest, I should have entered this round of finals, and this poem should have been written by me. It's all you who stole my limelight and prevented me from entering the finals. Niubizi, don't let me meet you after the game, or you will be in trouble."

Zhou Sen sighed, it turns out that Ouyang Zongxin's poems were all written by Ouyang Zongren? That's right, how can such a vulgar person write good poems! However, this Ouyang Zongxin is really difficult to deal with. If the competition time is not about to end, Zhou Sen will really rush up and beat this arrogant guy.

Zhou Sen ignored Ouyang Zongxin and prepared to go on stage to compose a poem, but Ouyang Zongxin blocked Zhou Sen's way and prevented him from going on stage to finish his poem. He didn't expect that the Ouyang family would do this. As long as Zhou Sen was delayed beyond the time to go on stage, Ouyang Zongren would naturally win the first place in the poetry competition.

Zhou Sen was a little anxious because of the unexpected backhand. If he fought with Ouyang Zongxin, he would not have time to play. If he did not fight, he could not get rid of Ouyang Zongxin who was entangled with him tightly, and the time would still be dragged out. Just when Zhou Sen was in a dilemma, Li Qinwei pulled Ouyang Zongxin away while Ouyang Zongxin was not paying attention, and signaled Zhou Sen to go on stage quickly. Zhou Sen thanked Li Qinwei, got rid of the crowd, and quickly walked to the writing desk. Ouyang Zongxin wanted to beat Li Qinwei off the stage, but he was no match for Li Qinwei and was captured tightly. Ouyang Zongxin could only threaten viciously: "Li Qinwei, you and that bull nose, wait for me, you will be in trouble after the game!"

When everyone saw Zhou Sen finally come on stage, they all held their breath and stopped making noise. They looked forward to Zhou Sen creating miracles and producing another masterpiece.

After standing on the writing table, he glanced at the sandalwood, which was only the size of a fingernail. Zhou Sen adjusted his breathing, smiled at the chief judge Yu Wen Zhonglan, picked up the brush, and wrote furiously:

The Fairy of Magpie Bridge: The Clouds Are Playing

The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world. Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I can't help but look back at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, why should we be together day and night?

He finished writing the last word in one go, the sandalwood burned out, the gong sounded, and the competition time was over.

With excited hearts and shaking hands, Yuwen Zhonglan and the judges who saw this poem for the first time could not sit still. They didn't care about the competition time or whether it was a competition. All the things and people around them seemed to have disappeared in their eyes. They were completely immersed in worshiping the poem. This is not an ordinary Taoist priest. This is clearly a poet, a poet immortal.

Three poems a day, each one is a classic, each one is a masterpiece. These three poems by the Taoist priest can surpass the entire contemporary poetry world of Daqian.

The judges fell into silence. The audience saw that Taoist Zhang Mumu had stopped writing and walked down the writing table. The gong for the end of the show had already sounded, but the judges were still standing there, not singing the Taoist's poem. What was going on? Did the Taoist not finish his poem? Or did they not know the Taoist's characters? Or was his poem not good? They should have given some reaction. What was the point of standing there? The audience and contestants, who were impatient, started to make a noise, shouting for the judges to sing the Taoist's poem.

As the noise grew louder, Yuwen Zhonglan was the first to wake up. He excitedly picked up the manuscript, his voice trembling slightly, and he seemed to have used up all his life's energy to recite the poem "Magpie Bridge Fairy: The Clouds Are Playing Tricks" with great emotion. As soon as he started to sing, everyone in the Hundred Flowers Garden held their breath. After Yuwen Zhonglan finished reading, the entire Hundred Flowers Garden fell silent.

After a long time, the girls' sobbing was heard first, and the men's eyes were wet. This poem is so beautiful, with deep feelings, beautiful language, fluent, easy to understand, but also graceful and profound, with endless aftertaste, especially the last two sentences, which sublimate the ideological realm of the poem to a new height. Zhou Sen may be a Taoist priest who has no experience in worldly affairs, but a poet and lover wandering among the flowers.

A poet in the eyes of men and a lover in the eyes of women.

After a long silence, the audience in the Hundred Flowers Garden finally came back to their senses from the poetic atmosphere, and shouted the name of Taoist priest Zhang Mumu, and gave him the title of Poet Immortal to show their admiration. However, as the girls in the garden were no longer willing to call Zhou Sen a Taoist priest, and instead called him a love saint husband, the atmosphere at the scene changed.

The men in the Hundred Flowers Garden, who had just been looking at him with admiration, gradually turned jealous, especially when their wives and concubines followed the girls and called the Taoist priest "husband", the men in the Hundred Flowers Garden turned green with envy. How could their wives, concubines, and children call a Taoist priest "husband"? What was wrong with that?

At this moment, Shen Qianrou was also moved to tears: "Mr. Mumu, it is written very well. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, why should they be together day and night? Okay, Qianrou knows what your husband said. We must stick together and overcome the difficulties. Be patient for a few more days, and we will definitely go on for a longer time in the future." Shen Yue'er echoed Shen Qianrou with a little thought: "Well, Miss, you must marry Taoist Mu. Yue'er will serve you for the rest of your life."

Vanilla was also very moved at this time, but she also fell into deep thought, thinking: Are you really still my Mumu? You are the silly Mumu that I watched grow up. If you just became smarter, how could you know so much knowledge that I don’t know? The most important thing is that my Mumu is so simple, how could he become a big lover. If you are not my Mumu, then where is my Mumu?

Inside the gauze tent, Princess Wanning stood up and clapped her hands excitedly after hearing the poem, disregarding her image, and said, "Great, great, great, this Taoist priest is worthy of my attention. He really didn't disappoint me." Princess Wanning paused for a moment, and secretly said in her heart, "He is still a lecherous Taoist priest. Every poem of his is inseparable from love." Then the princess commented on Zhou Sen's poem: "This poem, borrowing the myth of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's joys and sorrows, praises the sincere, delicate, pure and faithful love. The first part describes the reunion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the second part describes their separation, which is intertwined with sorrow and joy. It combines lyricism and discussion, and integrates heaven and earth into one. It combines beautiful images with deep emotions, and praises beautiful love with ups and downs. Good words, quick words, come and get the original manuscript of "Magpie Bridge Fairy·Filling Clouds Playing Skills" to me as soon as possible."