Queen Juan is here, run away

Chapter 35 Poetry Competition
Xiudexuan is full of people at this moment.

The crowd had already been waiting in full battle, roughly speaking, they were divided into three factions.

The faction headed by Wang Shiyu stood at the front, aggressive and full of confidence. After seeing Lihua's performance in the morning, they believed in Zhou Yuzhen's words.

Take Su Siru and other spectators as the other faction, they all watched the show at the end.

In the end, Lihua was alone, standing opposite Wang Shiyu in the front.

Mother Tian is in the center, and she will judge the finished poems.

Wang Shiyu has some morals: "Wu Li, I won't bully you either, so I will write a poem within one stick of incense with the theme of spring, summer, autumn and winter. If I can't do it in half a stick of incense, then I will lose."

Lihua frowned lightly: "Sister Wang, isn't it a little unclear in such a competition?"

The crowd didn't understand, so Wang Shiyu was puzzled: "What do you want?"

A dark light flashed in Lihua's eyes, she pretended to be pondering, and said slowly:
"If there is only one poem, in case each has its own merits, the mother will not praise who loses and who wins. Otherwise, we can use the four seasons as the theme, and compare who has written more poems, so that we don't have to waste too much time, how about it? "

Raise the difficulty directly.

The show girls are dumbfounded, is Wu Li crazy?Isn't this making yourself ugly and giving Wang Shiyu points? !

Each has its own strengths, and I really think that I am omnipotent.

Wang Shiyu's breathing was stagnant, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She felt that this scene was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, so she couldn't help but hesitate.

Grandma Tian looked at Li Hua with a strange look in her eyes. It was she who was the one who was being prosecuted by Mr. Yan. She wanted to stop her, but after thinking about it, she decided to give up.

She heard about what happened in the morning. It's okay to be too arrogant, and it's okay to run into trouble.

Zhou Yuzhen was very excited, Wu Li was on the road to death, no wonder she got into trouble, when Wang Shiyu won the condition, she urged Wu Li to leave the palace.

Seeing that Wang Shiyu was hesitant, she leaned closer and whispered: "Sister Wang, promise her, she is the worst in school, have you forgotten what happened in the morning?"

Wang Shiyu remembered the book about "Chaste and Martyr", and immediately strengthened her confidence: "Okay, it's as you said."

Lihua smiled lightly, and thanked her good cousin for allowing her to get what she wanted, so thank you very much.

So before the start, Lihua passed by Zhou Yuzhen with her thank you gift, and suddenly leaned over, mouthing in Zhou Yuzhen's ear.

Zhou Yuzhen was baffled, and when she wanted to ask her what she said, Lihua had already left.

The round-faced girl beside her asked, "What did she tell you?"

Zhou Yuzhen was also confused about the situation: "She didn't say anything."

The round-faced show girl didn't think much about it at first, but when she heard this, she immediately became suspicious: "She obviously said it, and I saw it." It looks very intimate!

Zhou Yuzhen hastily denied that she really didn't hear anything, but the round-faced handsome girl made it clear that she didn't believe it, and when she tried to explain, it was already too late.

Half of the incense was lit, and slowly green smoke rose.

The competition has officially started!
Xiu Dexuan was silent all of a sudden, they all looked at the two people in front.

Wang Shiyu sat in front of the table, in front of him was a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, and the inkstone had already been polished.

She picked up the pen, concentrated on it, and began to conceive the first poem without distraction.

Lihua sat next to her, turned her head to look at it, and nodded secretly. She is very talented, very hardworking, very good, and she appreciates it very much.

It's just a pity that I met her, the person who has mastered the logic of the algorithm, what a pity.

As long as she wasn't a master of poetry at the level of Li Qingzhao, Lihua would not be afraid at all.

She had read Wang Shiyu's poems hanging in front of the small house, and they were indeed worthy of praise, but it was a pity that she was too young and had too little experience, so she seemed to be moaning without illness, superficial, and full of rhetoric.

Lihua can write a lot of such poems with her eyes closed.

The modern scroll king is best at such things as mastery and flexible use.

People in this era don't read as many poems as she does, but plagiarism is shameful, and Lihua doesn't plan to copy ancient and modern poems.

She uses the poems she has seen, uses the format algorithm logic, and composes according to the attributes of each word, according to various relationships such as antithesis, modern automatic poetry composition tools are exactly this principle.

For example, Chun's poems, she can easily make one:
Smoke rubs leisurely and spends fire at the same time,
There is a period in the eyes.

Spring is like a peach blossom harvesting path,
Green courts, ten thousand wells and sea tides.

It's amazing to look at, and very artistic, but if you study it deeply, it's like a castle in the air with nothing to rely on, and you can't feel the poet's true feelings.

Therefore, pear blossoms are more important than quantity, and literature is not the first and military is not the second. Abstract art such as poetry is difficult to define, and fools are more artistic.

Ask her if she can write excellent poems?Maybe it can, but it's a lot of effort, so it's unnecessary!
At this moment, Lihua was not in a hurry. The so-called sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. She first took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then rolled up her sleeves with one hand, and grinded ink with the other.

Seeing others despise and worry, I already have ink, why do I need so much ink, I can’t write ten poems or eight poems, I can’t show myself how to study ink, it’s too much ink!

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yuzhen felt that Lihua finally coincided with the stupid image in her impression, and she was still that idiot.

Her eyes were full of pride, and she gestured to the left and right: See if she is right, even if Wu Li has practiced etiquette well, so what, he is still an idiot when he is studying.

By the time Lihua finished sharpening the inkstone, Wang Shiyu had already written the first poem.

Tian Nanny reminded: "Young Master Wu, you only have half an incense stick of kung fu, it's better to hurry up."

Lihua smiled and thanked: "Thank you for reminding me, Madam, this is the beginning."

She picked up the pen and finally began to write. She wrote very fast, and she finished writing a poem in a short while and put it aside.

Everyone was a little surprised, thinking that she had thought about it when she was studying ink, and they were waiting for her to stop and continue to conceive.

But I saw that she continued to write and write, and soon finished the second song.

Everyone was surprised, Zhou Yuzhen frowned and couldn't believe it: "She, she couldn't have memorized it in advance, right?" Otherwise, how could it be possible to write two poems in a row.

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw that Lihua's speed hadn't changed at all, and continued to write the third, fourth, and fifth...

The show girls were shocked, their eyes widened, and at the end they could not help but surround them, and even Nanny Tian walked over.

And the ideas of pear blossoms seem to be endless, from spring flowers to autumn moon, from summer sun to winter snow, spring thunder, autumn frost and cold dew, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all year round, with unlimited scenery.

The show girls were astonished, and for the first time they really felt, what is Wensi spring, it is like flowing water, rushing out.

Wang Shiyu, who was concentrating on composing poems, felt that his thoughts at this moment were extremely smooth, and wrote two more poems in succession.

When she felt something was wrong, all the beautiful girls around had gathered around Lihua's desk, almost everyone was holding a piece of paper with wet ink on it.

Wang Shiyu stopped writing in doubt, not knowing what happened, so she got up and walked over to have a look.

After seeing the scene clearly, there was a "bang" in her mind, and it went blank.

　Hey, little master, do you want a ticket?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)