In the third round, the referee's mouth slightly raised, and he smiled and said, "The last round of words, young!"

Everyone present was stunned. Those who had already been selected were secretly happy. Compared with Chun Xia, this youth is simply not a heavyweight!

The referee held his hands behind his back and smiled faintly: "Can anyone write a poem? This is the question our boss personally gave."

It is not particularly difficult to write poems with youth as the eyes of poetry, but it should be noted that it must be written in such a short time!

Those who were not selected had the intention to retreat, and at this time, Zhu Lin raised his hand.

The referee narrowed his eyes. He had noticed this man very early. In fact, the referee had already recorded those who had spent silver to enter the pavilion.

I originally thought that Zhu Lin would just fool him casually, but the referee waved his hand without caring much. After all, how could a talented person spend money? That would have done himself.

Zhu Lin frowned slightly, and he whispered:

"The yellow crane broke its head in the rock. Are the old friends now? The old country is full of new sorrow. If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine together, it will never be like, and a young man will travel."

There is no passion for youth in the lyrics, but instead expresses memories of youth in an old manner. This lyrics is definitely the best!

There was no applause, no cheer, because everyone was shocked.

The referee swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise: "Young Master, does this poem have the first stanza?" The referee is also a knowledgeable person. He knew that there must be a prelude to this poem!

The referee now wants to know what the first stanza was, which is the poet's instinct for poetry.

Zhu Lin nodded:

"The reed leaves fill Tingzhou, and the cold sand belt flows shallowly. It has passed the Nanlou for twenty years. The ship under the willows is still not stable. How many days can it take to be Mid-Autumn Festival again."

"good!"

The referee took the lead in applauding this time. It was great. This poem could definitely be regarded as the pinnacle of the time. And it was such a poem that was born in such an environment.

A poem can definitely represent a person's state of mind. It seems that the boy in front of him is also a person who has experienced many things.

The referee pondered: "It's not about youth, it's very young. That feeling of desolation and sadness seems to be coming out of my eyes. It's wonderful, wonderful."

In the opinion of the referee, the person who was selected for the Huxin Pavilion in this pavilion had appeared, that was the boy in front of him. There was no doubt that the others were just scumbag in front of him!

The referee frowned and thought: "Young Master, I will give another question. If you write a poem on the spot, and if you are at the same level as before, I will let you enter the Huxin Pavilion directly. How about it?"

The referee is not difficult for Zhu Lin. After all, it is still a bit unreasonable to give him a question alone. If Zhu Lin's writing skills are the same as before, it can block the mouths of the people present. Moreover, the referee is very curious about whether the person in front of him is really knowledgeable or a mistake.

"Why!"

Someone suddenly stopped doing it. Doesn’t this mean they were eliminated before they started competing?

The referee's eyes turned ruthless. He looked at the man. The man's neck shrank and he didn't dare to speak anymore. He could play the role of referee in Fanlou event, and this person was not a good person.

Zhu Lin clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Everything is followed by the referee's arrangement."

"Okay!" the referee smiled and said, "Then I will talk about the question. This question is what the boss thinks about, and his poetic eyes are sad!"

"Sorrow..." Zhu Lin frowned slightly. The simple sorrow of parting was not enough. He had to come up with a quatrain that represents double sorrow!

In the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Shi Jingtang recognized the thief as his father and ceded the sixteen states of Yanyun. The land in the north fell into the hands of foreign races. The Great Zhou showed weakness, foreign enemies were surrounded by national hatred and family hatred. Why not every Chinese man was heartbroken?

Zhu Lin chanted:

Things in the world are a big dream, how many times of autumn in life? The wind and leaves are roaring on the corridor at night, and you can see the eyebrows and temples on your eyebrows.

When the wine is low, there are often sorrows in the few guests, and the moon is bright and the clouds are hindered. Who can share the arc with the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look at the desolate north.

"Who is in the Mid-Autumn Festival with the arc light? Looking north with a desolate cup..." the referee murmured and lowered his head.

Zhu Lin looked at the referee who was in deep thought, and he chuckled: "This word name is: Xijiangyue, a great dream in the world."

"What a world and a big dream!" The referee raised his head, his eyes red: "Okay, OK."

On the surface, this poem expresses the sadness in the hearts of the poet's sorrow during the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, after reading the last two sentences for a long time, I realized that the sentence looked north with a desolate look, which is meaningful.

The referee is also a pitiful person. His home was broken by a foreign race, his family was broken and his family died and he came to Kaifeng. He had been living in it for more than ten years to gain his current status, but how could he forget the hatred in his heart?

Poems that can infect people are the best. Although the people present have no talent, they still understand the basic principles. They know that they have failed.

The referee said solemnly: "My name is Ruan Jie, I don't know the young master..."

"Mr. Ruan, my name is Zhu Lin." Zhu Lin replied politely: "A newborn calf, Mr. Ruan laughed."
Chapter completed!