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Chapter 490 Pure Audience

Although the basic gameplay of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is the old rules.

But not very friendly for the family members.

The previous three hurdles.

One card per person.

Not universal at all.

If you want to get in all of them.

Then you have to answer them all.

Indispensable.

Don't look at the gatherings that are so-called literary exchanges in nature.

Irregular competition.

But it also separated out a level for everyone.

Low-end players have circles of low-end players.

High-end players have circles of high-end players.

Different.

It's not about discriminating against anyone.

After all, the previous questions cannot be answered.

Going in behind is also a waste of time.

Make friends by writing.

You can't be clueless, right?

That definitely won't fit in.

Fortunately, there is also a part of the human touch left in the rules.

Want to go in and watch the fun.

Not without a chance.

Cannot change the subject.

But among the family.

It is no problem to help each other think about it.

For example, Lin Hao and the others belong to the first echelon of the family group.

A family of three plus two friends of Father Yu.

Pass all three levels.

Take it easy.

soon.

A group of people strolled over to Mu Yusheng Liangxuan.

Blue tile roof.

Ringed ridges resembling a cucumber shape.

It consists of three cottages connected in series.

After coming in.

It is cool, moist and comfortable inside.

According to the introduction written on the stone tablet.

under this ground.

There are three water channels that draw water from the pool to go around.

No matter how hot the summer is.

Can always stay cool.

On the wall facing the entrance of the nave.

Now a couplet is pasted.

"Planting bamboo and raising fish for peace and happiness, reading and weaving cloth are auspicious sounds."

It can be seen that the owner of the garden was in a comfortable sketching state.

at this time.

There are many people in Liangxuan.

A cursory look.

There must be seventy or eighty.

The answering time outside is not over yet.

From time to time, there are people rushing over.

Father Yu and the three met an acquaintance again.

Went up to chat.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin were flirting while standing by the window looking at the scenery of the lake.

"Have you gained weight recently?"

"Ah? No?"

"Then why do you hold more weight in my heart?"

"Stop it."

"Do you remember what I belong to?"

"Dog."

"No, I belong to you."

"puff!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop teasing you, how about we play idiom Solitaire?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll come first, Minggong Juqing."

"Qingqing, me, me."

"I like you."

"."

The sassy words followed one after another.

Lin Hao's mind was not at all above this literary confrontation.

Instead, it made Yu Lanxin's face flushed.

The two quarreled like this for about 10 minutes.

The masters headed by Liang Wei, vice chairman of the Writers Association, came here slowly.

This also means that no one will come later.

The real race.

In fact, only a hundred or so people can participate.

"Although the idea of ​​this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is to exchange literature, in order to make everyone serious, as in previous years, several masters and I once again took out our treasured wealth." Liang Wei picked up the microphone again to organize Get up: "As for who will win in the end, it depends on everyone's ability."

"clear."

"okay."

"Ms. Liang, please come up with a question, we are ready."

"That's right, Mr. Liang, come on."

"I've been waiting."

"Mr. Liang, don't be angry if you won the baby for you."

"I'm going to accept it this year."

"Haha, I have to take one back this year. I hope the trip will be worthwhile."

The crowd was extremely enthusiastic.

Everyone looked confident.

"Haha, since it's taken out, I'm sure you won't be afraid of winning."

Seeing the crowd booing, Liang Wei smiled, and then said to Zhao Qinglong and the others: "Masters, who will come first?"

"I'll go first."

Wang Xuehai stood up, looked at everyone and said, "This time, what I brought for the lottery is "Xianfeng Riverside Map". Let's draw a title with the word 'wind', and the genre is not limited."

"Okay, let's take 'wind' as the theme, and invite everyone present to write a poem, and the time limit is [-] minutes."

Liang Wei announced loudly: "Whoever's poem is the most liked by Master Wang, then this painting will belong to him."

moment.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Not because of the title.

Instead, he was frightened by the lottery.

"Hey, Master Wang has spent a lot of money, "Xianfeng Riverside Map", isn't it the pinnacle work of the year?"

"Otherwise, there is "Tuning the Horse", which is the best painting of Master Wang."

"Haha, you also have to save some for Master Wang, you can't take out all the bottom of the box, wouldn't it be a mess."

"That's right, this "The Bank of the Xunfeng River" is not bad."

"The title is 'Wind', let me think about it."

"Hold on tight, Wind."

quiet!
The house is extremely quiet!

It lasted about five or six minutes.

suddenly.

A figure stepped forward.

no one else.

It was Zhang Qi.

"The student has already finished the poem. The title of the poem is "Rowing the Boat in the Sky". Let's present it to Master Wang first." Zhang Qi clasped his hands together and said modestly.

"it is good."

Wang Xuehai nodded with a smile.

Everyone hastily pricked up their ears.

Like an enemy.

However, just when Zhang Qi was about to open his mouth.

The quiet atmosphere was suddenly invaded by a small movement of 'crackling'.

Ok?
what's the situation?
The sudden sound was exceptionally clear.

Everyone present was stunned.

They quickly turned their heads and looked towards the origin.

I saw a buddy wearing a mask and sunglasses stood by the window and lightly smashed walnuts
What the hell!

This young man!

see this scene.

The judges were stunned.

The literati are also a bit unturned.

The person involved, Zhang Qi, frowned even more.

I can't help feeling disgusted with this guy who disturbed his performance.Everyone comes here to chant poems and praises.

This guy actually knocked on the walnuts like no one else was there.

how?

Never eaten in your previous life?

It's embarrassing to run.

what the hell.

"Cough cough."

There are well-meaning people in the field ready to remind.

However, Lin Hao didn't feel that it affected others.

No distractions.

Didn't pay attention to this at all.

All smashed.

He lowered his head and began to peel it off slowly.

see.

Everyone was speechless.

But it's not easy to say anything.

He looked back again.

At this time.

Zhang Qi cleared his throat.

Start chanting aloud.

Flying flowers on both sides of the Strait according to the boat red

Half-day wind at Baili Yudi

Lying down and looking at the clouds in the sky without moving

I do not know the cloud with me

A poem.

What I read is soul-stirring.

There was no hesitation in the applause.

Warm and loud.

"So wet, so wet!"

"The words are really beautiful. A scene of boating in the sunset has already been outlined in my mind."

"Awesome, Zhang Qi is really extraordinary, I'm afraid he will win this match."

"I won Master Yuan's true biography, and the writing is too fast."

"Who says it's not? It's not easy to be with this guy compared to poetry. I can only find a way to overwhelm him with words."

"Where is the word so easy to write, there is no play."

in discussion.

Not to be outdone, some people stand up and read their own works.

this stage.

Even if I know that what I write is not as good as Zhang Qi.

It doesn't matter either.

The lottery is one aspect.

But you have to show yourself properly.

And who can win is not all about the quality of the work.

It is true that Master Wang Xuehai likes it.

What if it's written correctly.

Bad to say.

"Come on, try how it tastes, the skin is quite thin, it looks okay."

Here.

Lin Hao didn't even listen.

Hand over all the picked nuts to Yu Lanxin.

"Aren't you going to join in?"

Yu Lanxin asked him curiously while taking it.

"Means nothing."

Lin Hao said, "It's better to stay here with you."

Yu Lanxin smiled sweetly.

"Okay, it's time."

A quarter of an hour passed very quickly.

Soon.

Liang Wei announced the end of the first match.

Wang Xuehai read many poems one after another.

After comparison.

He personally still thinks Zhang Qi's work is more satisfactory.

So there is no suspense.

So he gave the "Xianfeng Riverside Map" to the other party.

Immediately there was another burst of applause.

Zhang Qi thanked everyone excitedly.

"Let me do the second scene. Everyone knows that I am a writer, and I don't have much experience in ancient poetry, so the subject matter is limited to modern poetry."

When the atmosphere returned to calm again, Zhao Qinglong got up and said, "As for the lottery, a copy of Mr. Zhang Mengsheng's manuscript before his death."

As soon as the words came out.

Everyone's eyes lit up again.

Mr. Zhang Mengsheng is a famous prose writer in modern times.

He has written many popular works.

Such as "Journey", "Desert", "Spring Drunk Night" and so on.
Many articles have even been included in primary and secondary school textbooks.

superb.

his manuscript.

It can be described as priceless.

It can be sold for hundreds of thousands casually.

This is no joke.

Because the structure of modern poetry is relatively easy.

Plus there is no topic limit.

a time.

Everyone is very active.

Regardless of whether it is Zhang Qi who went to the next city first.

Or other popular players.

There is absolutely no advantage in this game.

The last winner.

It was a middle-aged man named Yu Haitao.

This person wrote a song "This Life and This World".

Although the delicate rhetoric is a bit like a work that has been prepared long ago.

But everyone is in the same boat.

No one can say who.

in this life
I cried the most emotionally twice
once

at the beginning of my life

once

at the end of your life

the first time

i won't remember

Listen to you

the second time

you won't know

I said it was useless

But between two cries

Endless laughter
Over and over again

echoed for 30 years
You all know
I remember
Lin Hao, who was standing beside watching the play, nodded when he heard the modern poem read.

Have to admit.

It's really well written.

The opponent wins the championship.

It can be said that it deserves its name.

The schedule didn't stop.

Still going on.

In the third game, Zhou Tingyun presented a question.

He saw the scenery outside.

Then the scope of creation was defined with 'lotus'.

this time.

Zhang Qi originally thought that he had the chance to win.

However, Zhou Peiwen came out halfway.

A seven character quatrain.

Take it straight away.

It made him feel stressed.

The scene became more and more intense.

Everyone is very serious.

in a blink.

The lottery is half gone.

next few games.

That is really negligent.

(End of this chapter)