I was eliminated from the draft, and I became a superstar with a ballad

Chapter 247 Chapter 247

【247. The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water grows and the sky is the same color】

Su Qingyun and Lin Qingyin stood side by side, and the water of the Ganjiang River in the distance was mighty and flowing endlessly.

The setting sun dyes the entire river red, and a few birds are hovering on the water!
This scene is heartbreakingly beautiful.

At the poetry meeting, people were bustling with each other, drinking and raising wine, all for profit, all for profit.

But who can notice such a beautiful scenery!

Thinking of this, Su Qingyun smiled contemptuously. In this world, any circle is the same, and it is all about profit.

On the side, Lin Qingyin gazed at the beautiful scenery in front of her eyes, and murmured:

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

On her beautiful face, from surprise, to shock, to obsession...

Su Qingyun glanced at it, and the doubts in his heart became more intense.

This sentence "the sunset and the lone duck fly together, the autumn water is the same as the sky", if the children have never heard of it, that's all!
But Lin Qingyin is a lecturer at a dignified university, if she hadn't heard this sentence, she wouldn't be able to explain it!

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Lin Qingyin suddenly turned her head, bit her red lips and said:
"Mr. Su, you are really different from others."

"Ah? What's the difference?" Su Qingyun touched his face and looked at her strangely.

Lin Qingyin's small face suddenly turned red, and she said in a mosquito-like buzzing voice:
"It's just different, it's a feeling!"

After Lin Qingyin finished speaking, she raised her finger and pointed at the others, saying:
"It's like those people are clinging to the powerful, and you will stand here and watch the scenery!"

Su Qingyun smiled wryly: "Mr. Lin has won the award, but I offended Jiashen just now, who dares to make friends with me?"

"No!"

Lin Qingyin shook her head and said seriously:

"Teacher Su, you are humble on your lips, but you are very arrogant in your heart. With your talent, even if these people take the initiative to talk to you, you don't even bother to join them!"

"Mr. Lin, you are very good at guessing people's hearts!"

Su Qingyun smiled slightly, but couldn't help but marvel in her heart. Although this girl didn't talk much, she had a delicate mind and was good at observing words and expressions.

Lin Qingyin was startled, and blurted out: "Then do you like this?"

After asking, Lin Qingyin immediately regretted it, wishing to find a place to sneak away, Lin Qingyin, Lin Qingyin, what nonsense are you talking about, girls should be reserved!

Su Qingyun's face remained normal, and he replied: "It's good for girls to be smart, and it's not easy to be deceived."

"Uh-huh!"

Lin Qingyin lowered her head, her cheeks seemed to be on fire, she didn't even dare to look at Su Qingyun.

Time passed bit by bit, and finally, we came to the most important part of the Tengwangge Poetry Club - Wendou.

The host stepped onto the stage and said, "The Tengwang Pavilion has been a place for literati since ancient times.

"Today, all the talented people are gathered here. You should imitate the ancients, show off your talents, and make friends through literature."

After a pause, the host glanced at all the guests, and continued:
"Next, Mr. Jia Pingtu, vice president of the Literature Association, will come on stage and come up with questions for us!"

Immediately, there was warm applause at the scene.

Jia Pingtong, dressed in a black Tang suit, wearing sunglasses and leaning on a mahogany cane, walked slowly onto the stage.

"Cough cough!"

"Welcome all my friends. Those who can come to participate in the poetry meeting need not talk about their talents."

"The first topic is also very simple. According to legend, Wang Bo, one of the Four Great Masters of the early Tang Dynasty, once wrote a "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng". It is said that this article is known as the first parallel essay in the ages. The splendid article is lost!"

"Today, only the beginning of this article is left!"

"So, this year's topic is also very simple. Please continue to write this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" in the tone of Wang Bo, and restore this first parallel essay in the history!"

When Jia Pingtu said this, everyone was shocked!

The usual poetry meeting is just writing ancient poems, but this time, they actually wrote the preface directly, and continued to write "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" in Wang Bo's tone!
You know, this is a parallel essay!

Parallel prose, also known as parallel prose, parallel text or parallel prose.

It originated in the Han Dynasty and prevailed in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

In ancient times, the style of the chapters was formed by pairing each other with words and sentences.

Because four-character sentences and six-character sentences are commonly used, it is also called "Si Liu Wen" or "Pian Si Li Liu".

The whole story is mainly composed of double sentences, paying attention to the neatness of the antithesis and the sonorous rhythm.

It is already extremely difficult to conform to the writing standards of parallel prose!
It is even more difficult to write well and to write brilliantly!

What's more, you have to play on the spot and create on the spot!

I'm afraid, there are not many people here who can complete this task!
For a while, everyone present frowned and began to discuss in a low voice:

"This year's topic is too difficult. Continue to write "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng". This is not well written, but I will make a fool of myself!"

"That's right! This "Preface to the Pavilion of the Prince of Teng" is a parallel prose, and the mere format and rhythm cannot be created by ordinary people!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, anyway, I'm not good enough, whoever has the ability will go up!"

"A lot of literary figures have come here this year, and there are many people who are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's a good show to watch!"

……

When everyone was discussing, Jia Shenshen had already beamed with joy, looking eager to try.

It turned out that Jia Pingtu had already disclosed the exam questions to his daughter Jiashen before!
This Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Contest is Jia Pingtu paving the way for his daughter!
The article has already been prepared for A deeply in advance!

All you need is for A to memorize it deeply in advance, and write it out silently in public!
Not surprisingly, Jia Shenshen must be the default number one!

Then, Jia Shenshen will be promoted from associate professor to professor!
The next step is to join the Longguo Literature Association and become a member.

And Jia Shenshen has already memorized it secretly, gearing up, just waiting for today, a blockbuster.

"I don't know which one, let's show off your talent first?" Jia Pingtu looked at everyone present with a smile.

He asked three times in a row, but no one stood up.

In the end, he glanced deeply at his daughter A.

A deeply understood, stood up impatiently, and said loudly:

"Since everyone is unwilling to show their talents first, then I'll be the one to inspire. If the writing is not good, please give me some pointers!"

"Not bad." Jia Pingtu nodded in satisfaction:
"It's deep, then it's up to you to give everyone a start. The people present are all famous academics. Even if the writing is not good, they won't laugh at you. On the contrary, they can give you some pointers!"

The father and daughter sang together, and everyone present knew Jia Pingtu's intentions to support his daughter, so it was hard for everyone to say anything.

On the other side, Su Qingyun is at war with heaven and man in his heart at this moment!
what's the situation?
Continue to write "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" in Wang Bo's tone?
Isn't there such a famous article as "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"?Do you still need to continue writing?
Who dares to continue writing?
This is the first parallel essay in the ages!
Aren't you afraid of being ashamed?

"Could it be...could it be..."

A thought flashed across Su Qingyun's mind, and he almost exclaimed!

"Could it be that the first parallel essay in the ages, "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", has been lost in this parallel world?"

(End of this chapter)