"I know that writing poetry is easy for you, so this poetry also has special requirements!"

Han Yuanyun continued: "This poem should be special and novel, and emotionally sincere, with a sense of innocence... If you write well, your two beautiful wives will come out..."

"If you don't do it well, it won't be certain."

After her words fell, Wang Kang fell into deep thought.

He was really thinking, not to pass this third level, but to write two good poems at this moment...

Because this poem contains a special meaning.

Wang Kang stood still, but it caused others' doubts. He showed extremely strong performance in the first two levels.

Basically, I didn't think about it, but why did I start to be silent when I got here.

In theory, compared to those strange couplets and homophones, writing poetry should be the easiest...

"I'm afraid Young Master Kang is planning, maybe he wants to make something amazing!"

"You're exaggerating,"

"Hmph, did you think Young Master Kang could match those strange couplets? You can't infer it based on common sense."

"There is finally over, Wang Kang is no longer able to do it!" Su Cheng said gloomyly.

"Yes, seeing his pause at this moment is enough to tell everything!" Several people said gritting their teeth.

Wang Kang's repeated performances were a slap in the face, especially Su Yu, who was even more disgraceful...

Even their faces were dull, so they wished Wang Kang could make a fool of himself!

At this moment, Wang Kang stood at the table, spread the paper flat, held the pen and dipped it ink, and started writing!

While writing, he was still chanting softly.

When you get old, your hair turns white, and your sleepy and drowsy,

Take a nap by the fire, please take this poem,

Wang Kang read a few sentences, which made everyone stunned. This didn't seem like a poem.

"Is this writing an article? It seems to be quite artistic,"

"I don't know, keep listening."

Read slowly and recall the softness of your past eyes.

Recalling their heavy shadows in the past;

Wang Kang recited a few sentences again, and the expression in people's eyes was even more puzzled.

Now it is certain that this is a poetic style that I have never seen before, vaguely, but not like it.

"Haha, this is also called poetry, it's simply nonsense," Su Cheng laughed.

How many people love you the joyful time of youth,

Love your beauty, false or sincere,

Only one loves your pilgrim's soul,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Wang Kang ignored the troubles next to him and read a few more words in a row, which made everyone stunned. A feeling of being indecipherable and unexplained came to his heart!

Four sentences in succession, and in an instant, the emotions were sublimated!

Drooping his head, beside the red stove,

Sadly telling the disappearance of love,

It slowly paced on the mountain above its head,

Hiding a face among a bunch of stars.

At this point, the whole poem was over, but people were already dull, as if they were immersed in the scenes depicted in the poem.

These words are very straightforward, but also very obscure, and the feelings expressed are also very sincere.

When you are old...

This itself is an extremely good entry point, simple and warm. After a few words, this kind of picture appears in people's eyes.

In winter with snowflakes,

Two old men with white hair and wrinkles on their faces snuggled in front of the fireplace...

The picture feels quite strong.

But the only thing that makes people unconscious is that this does not seem to be poetry, because there has never been such a poetic style.

Moreover, the words are written too straightforward and love is written out directly.

In ancient times, it was very subtle and feudal. In the eyes of some conservative people, such writing was beyond the ritual!

There were not a shortage of literati and Confucian scholars present, all of whom frowned, and Su Tai was even more so!

But after all, it was Wang Kang's wedding day, and he was always restrained.

"What kind of poem is this?" Han Yuanyun asked blankly.

"Modern Poetry," Wang Kang didn't raise his head. He knew that such poems would not be understood at all in this era.

First of all, it is straightforward, too straightforward, and it shows love, which makes many people unable to accept it. And there is this special form...

In fact, this is already considered implicit.

This is a modern poem, quite famous in your previous life, when you get old...

Not to mention the present, but to talk about his old age, I also wrote about Wang Kang’s own ideas. Since I chose, that should be the case...

Therefore, he ignored the complicated discussions of others and did not care about other people's opinions. He did not need everyone to understand...

After finishing writing one poem, Wang Kang's writing did not stop, and he recited it while writing...

A flowering tree,

"A flowering tree, is this the topic that Young Master Kang wants to write?"

"How can trees bloom? Isn't this a blind writing?"

How to get you to meet me

In my most beautiful moment

For this

I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years

Wang Kang wrote very slowly and recited it very seriously, but this sentence made people stunned and felt a numbness in his scalp.

Especially Han Yuanyun, Luo Jiao and the girls looked at Wang Kang in disbelief.

A few simple sentences express their feelings perfectly.

Please let us have a relationship

The Buddha turned me into a tree

Growing on the road you must pass

Wang Kang continued to speak, his voice low...and what he wrote was also extremely slow.

"If you can't write it, you can't write it out. What kind of thing is this? It's simply nonsense. Even the basic rhyme of poetry is not..." Su Cheng said.

"There is finally ending, and Wang Kang can't write poetry at all!"

"A few months ago, the courtesan was running for election, and he wrote ten beautiful poems in a row. From this point of view, it must have been written by someone else."

A person who was obviously a Confucian scholar said, "The artistic conception written is indeed good, but it is too depressing. The poems emphasize metaphors and implicitness, but what he wrote is too straightforward..."

"What love, begging, it's simply a violation of etiquette!" Li Huizhen finally said.

"This is still a poem, it's obviously just a random piece of cake..."

Some people like it on the contrary.

"I think it's good, it's enough to show Young Master Kang's feelings for his beautiful wife!"

"Although what Mr. Kang wrote is contrary to traditional poems, the expression of emotions is the same as the truth, and the artistic conception is profound..."

"This must be the first of Young Master Kang. Maybe after this wedding, it will become famous in Yangzhou and form a new poetry style!"

"It's so good to write. If anyone can write this song for me, I will never stop until death..."

The women present were all confused and intoxicated.

The flowers are blooming carefully in the sun

Every one of my hopes in my previous life

When you approach

Please listen carefully
To be continued...