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"You say it first, you will judge it; then exchange it." After a short sentence from Mr. Zheng, he saw the young man who was eager to try it and recited:

The peonies are unique in the east wind, and the fences and chrysanthemums are sparse in the evening. How can these flowers bloom and bloom in the dark and light red at all times?

Just after the four sentences, it shocked everyone in the garden. The poem begins with the stunning peonies and autumn chrysanthemums, and then turns the pen to compare the roses, highlighting the four seasons of roses, which are even better than the former. However, this poem is a typical method of raising first and then suppressing. With the clever conception and precise language, this poem "Ode to Rose" is indeed a good poem.

The poems of the Tang Dynasty, the poems of the Tang Dynasty, are not to be separated for a moment. Although the test of fame is to use poetry to win scholars, the gatherings, farewells, nostalgia and interactions between other friends are expressed in poetry. Even if you go to a brothel and a restaurant to relax, you will hear the singing of the singers in your ears. This situation is like the popular songs in later generations that are popular all over the world. In such a social atmosphere, even ordinary people can recite two sentences, let alone a scholar like Zheng Zhijun? After chanting this poem in a low voice, he looked at the boy with Boqing for a moment. The eyes of the two people looking at the thick silk are a little different from the moment.

When Mr. Zheng saw the expression of his master, he was happy and turned to Tang Li and said, "Now you will evaluate the pros and cons of this poem."

Seeing that he was talking, the boy in the clothes in front of him just didn't answer. Butler Zheng was happy and was about to speak, but Tang Li said lightly: "This young brother is indeed a good poem written by him, but in the boy's opinion, it would be more appropriate to change the ending sentence "shallow" to "shallow depth".

"The peonies are so unique that they are in the east wind, and the fences and chrysanthemums are sparse and complain about the evening clumps. How can these flowers be as beautiful as the flowers, and they often turn light and dark red at all times." As soon as Tang Li finished speaking, the masked woman in white gauze behind the bamboo nest had already recited the revised poem again. She felt that the poem was more flavorful and there was a fragrance in her mouth. She couldn't help but whisper: "It's good to be modified!"

"It's good to change!" Before Mr. Zheng could speak, Bo Qing, who was watching, praised: "It's not easy to have a word, but the order changes are enough to add a third of charm to this poem, and also portray the changes in the colors of the roses and the colors, good eyesight and good thoughts!" This comment led to Zheng Jun nodding in agreement.

"After the evaluation, let's recite your pear blossom poem," his expression remained unmoved. Butler Zheng turned his back and glanced at the thick silk boy with a fierce look, and then said to Tang Li.

After the bamboo nest, the masked woman in white gauze heard that Tang Li was about to recite a poem. She was expecting her heart, but she felt inexplicably nervous. Unintentionally, her hand holding Fat Ball became tighter.

Turning slightly, Tang Li looked at the snow-white pear blossom in pink, and said softly:

The pear blossoms are pale and the willows are dark green, and the willow catkins fly all over the city. I feel sad that there is a snow on the east railing. How bright is life?

After reciting the short four sentences, I returned to a quietness, because this poem is so incompatible with the surrounding environment.

In March, when peach blossoms bloom and catkins are flying, it is around Qingming Festival. Just facing the lively garden, who would like to think of the lonely festival that is always connected with the drizzle?

While savoring this pear blossom poem, Bo Hai, who was half apricot blossom, felt a trace of desolation, he looked at the burning peach blossoms in the distance, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, just waiting for him to pay attention to the lonely white flowers in the tree, and then looked at the boy standing with his hands behind his back, with a faint sadness between his eyebrows, but he also felt that he echoed the white jade flowers in the distance, and it was so harmonious. At this time, he chanted again: "I am so sad that there is a snow on the east railing, how much clear-headed is my life?", and he felt that the deep meaning in it was, which was different from what I had just happened.

"This is a typical poem that uses reason to enter the poem. This poem is really a good idea. Looking at the young man's poems and eyebrows and eyes, it is not consistent with his age. How strange, how strange! I have seen a lot of people in my life, but I don't expect that I can't see through him today." At the moment when Bo Qing was feeling something, I heard Zheng Jun say in surprise, and his thoughtful eyes were also focused on Tang Li.

"Oh? Brother Zheng is known as a wise man. Why did he sigh like this today? In fact, it is easy. Just call him over and ask."

"No, the previous interpretation of "The Analects of Confucius" was 'learning'; looking at his poem that is both literary and scientific, it is talented. This young man is not simple, but he is forced to ask questions at this time, but it is not beautiful. Anyway, if you have time in the future, you will read it slowly. It is better to observe his actions than to observe his words."

"So, Brother Zheng has made a conclusion on the recruitment today?"

When Zheng Jun heard this, he smiled complacently, reached out to wave to the housekeeper, and after a few words of gentle instructions, he stood up with Boqing and left behind Tang Li, who was inexplicable emotions in the scene and the thick-skinned boy who racked his brains to find out the flaws of this poem.

"Leave your address of your home and wait at our doorman tomorrow morning." After seeing off the master, the butler turned around and looked at Tang Li, and said expressionlessly.

Tang Li had a delicate heart with seven orifices. How could he not see the clues in this test today? The butler treated him like this. After he said the address casually in the material, he bowed his hand slightly and turned around and went out of the corner door.

As soon as Tang Li's figure disappeared at the corner gate, the thick young man hurried forward and leaned forward to the housekeeper and said, "Brother-in-law, what's the result?"

The butler's face was already bad. When he heard the boy's question again, he even changed his sarcastic remarks: "I'm afraid that someone will be involved, so I'll give you the questions I want to take today. I can't compare to the poor boy just now, and he has the face to ask, "Why are you so beautiful and beautiful, and you always have a light red color at all times. This is the poem you bought for five cents of money? You idiot..."

Butler Zheng's scolding lasted half a stick of incense. During this period, the thick silk boy did not dare to say anything. After he gradually calmed down, he mustered up the courage again and said, "Brother-in-law, then I...I...Tomorrow..."

"Let's wait at the doorman tomorrow morning!" After saying a word, seeing the boy Ku Ling's face full of joy, the housekeeper suddenly turned dark: "Look at your promising prospects, you have no peace of mind at all! With your demeanor, you still want to be appreciated by the master and you are delusional! You think the quota of "Search" is so simple and easy, it's a joke. Give me a little more restrained. Tell your sister that I will go to him tonight. Go!"

Watching the boy Ku Ling leave, Butler Zheng shook his head. If it weren't for his sister's white and tender body, how could he be so sad? "Hey! It's not easy to raise some vain wives!" With a slight sigh, he also left with his hands behind his back.

"Sister, he dares to hurt your heart by mentioning "Qingming" and I will ask him to apologize to your good stories every day in the future. Sister, you are not sad anymore!" Everyone has dispersed, only the fat man behind the bamboo swayed the hand of the masked woman gently, and comforted her childishly...
Chapter completed!