The city never sleeps without luminous,

The moon is like frost outside the city without sleep.

Sleep at night in the moon city in the moon night,

Fragrant lotus, snow, cold, snow, fragrance.

As soon as the poem "Master Mi" was released, it immediately aroused a lot of praise.

"What a good poem! What a good poem!"

"The most taboo in the poem is to use repetitive words, but this poem boldly breaks through the limitations. The first two sentences use three 'never night' in a row. It not only doesn't feel strange when you read it, but it's catchy and easy to remember."

"The last two sentences are even better. They use palindrome format, and whether they read forward or reverse, they are exactly the same."

"The four sentences are connected together, and what is written is the situation in the city and outside the city without sleeping at night."

"One month, one snow, one snow lotus, three images perfectly outline the sad and deserted scene inside and outside the city without sleeping on a moonlit night."

"The first three are all perspectives, and the last sentence suddenly turns into smell. It makes the whole picture immediately become three-dimensional."

"The last sentence is really a clear stroke."

Not only other barbarian dragons, but also Grand Secretary Mi also had a hint of pride on his face.

By heart, this poem today is one of the best poems in his life.

It was just a competition, but I didn't expect that I would be blessed to my heart and suddenly made such a great work.

How could this not make him proud?

It seems that this time, it's stable.

Sometimes, inspiration is like a light of inspiration.

There are many poets in history who, most of the time, are mediocre and very mediocre.

Occasionally, when you think of a poem, you will be remembered by others.

This is what is called inspiration.

Just now, I suddenly felt inspired and made such a great work. No matter how powerful this kid is, he will never surpass him.

The barbarian dragons around were still talking.

This kid is sure to lose today.

Some barbarian dragons even began to shout arrogantly:

"Boy, let's give up as soon as possible."

"If you want to beat Grand Secretary Mi today, I will take off my torn shoes and eat it."

There is also a barbarian dragon, who said proudly:

"Boy, how about this poem? Comment."

That proud look seemed to be the same as he did this poem himself.

Wen Zilong glanced at Grand Secretary Mi.

I saw a smile on Grand Secretary Mi’s face and said:

"I will listen carefully to your comments."

Having said that, he didn't look at him as if he was listening attentively.

Instead, it seems to be showing off.

It's like a primary school student's parents telling others: "My child's exam is so bad this time. He didn't get 98 points in both subjects."

It seems that I am scolding the child, so I am obviously proud of this group.

Don’t you know that the children are probably complaining in their hearts at this time: I’m 100 in one subject and 97 in two subjects, which is still too bad? Why don’t you go to heaven? You have to be as good as me when you go to school, and I don’t have to suffer with you now.

Wen Zilong understood what he meant and smiled faintly:

"Trump is garbage after all."

As soon as these words came out, the noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

The Grand Secretary Nami's face turned cold.

My proud work was actually called trash by the other party?

After a little quiet, the barbarian dragons suddenly burst into screams and scolding:

"All such poems are called trash? Are you so long or not?"

"It's not that I don't have ears, I don't appreciate it at all. The appreciation level of this guy has not reached this point yet."

"It's okay if you can't appreciate it, but if you can't appreciate it, you can just call other people's poems rubbish. This is his wrong."

"I didn't say anything, I'm just a fool. Why do you mean so much to talk to him?"

Grand Secretary Nami stared at Wen Zilong:

"My poem is garbage. How dare I ask where the garbage is?"

Wen Zilong sneered:

"The scenery is temporary, and only emotions are eternal. If a poem is only written over and over again, no matter how gorgeous the words or the form is, it will eventually be forgotten. Only by expressing emotions through scenery and blending emotions and scenes can one achieve immortal masterpieces. With this standard, you dare to say that your poem is not garbage?"

At the beginning, the Grand Secretary Nami looked cold.

But after hearing Wen Zilong's words, the cold air in his body immediately restrained.

It was like a banana that was ruined by time, which was wilted.

He first heard of this statement of using scenery to express emotions.

Looking at their entire literary history of Tusuxing, there is no such thing as using the scenery to express emotions.

However, what the Barbarian Dragon said sounds very reasonable.

Only by incorporating sincere emotions into the poem can the readers be impressed.

Gorgeous words and beautiful images, this is just the appearance.

Emotion is inner.

If a barbarian dragon only has a gorgeous appearance but no inner beauty, then it will not last long.

After all, beauty will eventually disappear.

But a beautiful heart, beautiful spirit and qualities will always be remembered by people.

After figuring this out, the light in Nami's eyes began to flash.

He had already admitted defeat by pointing out his shortcomings and saying a theory that he had never heard of but was very reasonable.

However, it is unforgivable that the other party has defiled the holy land.

I can't just let him go.

Let him go, how do you explain to the people on the scene?

How do you explain to the city lord?

The barbarian dragons on the scene were not as knowledgeable as Grand Secretary Mi.

It won't be as clear as Ms. Mi.

Although they also felt that Wen Zilong said something reasonable, in this case, they naturally could not admit defeat.

They were still shouting:

"This is the masterpiece of Grand Secretary Mi. How dare you say it is garbage?"

"I think this guy is here to make trouble."

"Sure enough, outsiders don't have anything good."

"No matter what, we must not let him leave the city without sleeping today!"

Just as everyone's roars, Grand Secretary Mi finally moved.

He stretched out his hands and pressed them down.

Scheme everyone to be quiet.

The voices of the crowd were calmed down.

Grand Secretary Mi said:

"Since he said that my poems are rubbish, let's see how his works are. If even the rubbish I made, it will not be too late for us to keep him."

When everyone heard this, they nodded:

"Master Mi is right!"

"Sure enough, Grand Secretary Mi still has the temperament."

"If it were me, I would have given him a big mouth. We can't compare with a great scholar like Grand Secretary Mi."

"Just hear what he has in the bullshit."

"Anyway, no matter whether his work is good or bad, wouldn't it be enough if we don't applaud?"

"Yes, this guy has such a bad character. So what if the work is good? Everyone won't applaud and see how he ends up."

"Whoever applauds and applauds is just not able to get along with me."
Chapter completed!