Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 198

Hey, it's time to announce the award-winning poems of this year's autumn tea party!
Beside the dining table, Liu Zixuan, Xiang Qiang, Zeng Zhiguo and others were a little excited.

For the autumn tea parties in previous years, they either did not submit manuscripts, or they never had any hope of submitting.

In fact, it is right to be hopeless.

Because among them, no one has ever won an award, and they know how much they have.

The winners are all real literati and poets.

A big guy like Yang Lizi is not a literati poet, but a lover of literature.

For so many years, she has not won an award.

The selection of poems at the Autumn Tea Party was generally fair and just.

The winners are real literati and poets like Guo Qing.

However, some old guys like Guo Qing don't contribute every year.

The voting is only focused on participation. In the subsequent selection process, if there are excellent poems, they will take the initiative to withdraw their poems and not participate in the selection.

If they don't catch the eye, they can only publish their own works.

We can't finally let works like "I love you, you love me" and "Head up like a dragon, down like a worm" win awards.

Can't get over the face.

At least their works can be on the stage, so as not to embarrass the autumn tea society.

Guo Qing and Lao Zeng didn't intend to participate in the contribution this year, but they were excited by Wang Zihao.

"Let's announce the No.3 award-winning work first." Guo Qing held the microphone, his face flushed, "Next, Teacher Zeng will announce and comment on the No.3 work."

Lao Zeng sat at the dining table next to the stage, got up when he heard the words, and went on stage with a smile on his face.

The ownership of the No.3 poem was the most intense dispute among the old guys.

Because in terms of the number of votes, whether it is the number of votes from the judges or the number of votes from the audience, there are actually four articles tied for third place.

They are "Qinyuanchun. Four Seas", "Orange in the Universe", "Zuizhoutou" and "Ancient Poetry".

"Qinyuanchun. Four Seas" was written by Guo Qing, "The Universe in Orange" was written by Lao Zeng, and "Zuizhoutou" was written by Mrs. Zhao.

The author of "Ancient Poetry" is still uncertain.

Remember when the selection was...

"Old Guo, don't think I can't read the handwriting. You wrote "Qinyuanchun.Sihai". You want to get No.3, right?"

"Old Zeng, you still have the face to criticize me. Do you dare to say that "The Universe in Orange" was not written by you? After arguing and arguing, don't you just want "The Universe in Orange" to be published?"

"I wrote "Drunken Island Head", forget it, I quit, you can fight."

At that time, Lao Zhao was the first to withdraw, so there was no dispute.

Lao Guo and Lao Zeng suddenly misfired.

Although the old partner is an old lady, she is a woman after all.

The women are all humble, as men, how can we have the face to fight?
They had to withdraw, and finally "Ancient Poetry" won No.3.

Even if it was written by that kid Wang Zihao, they recognized it.

"No.3 poem, I personally like it very much." On the stage, after Lao Zeng went up, he didn't announce the name of the work immediately.

According to the usual practice, it is natural to express some emotion first, comment on the poems, sell enough, and then announce the results.

"This poem does not use any writing skills or gorgeous rhetoric, but it can touch many of us and make us empathize. Therefore, in addition to the votes of the jury, it won No.3, and the number of votes from the audience, it was also No. .3." Lao Zeng said.

Which one is it?
The audience below were a little anxious, especially those who wrote more popular poems.

Although objectively, they feel that their popular works cannot enter the top three.

But subjectively, they hope to be in the top three.

For example, in the Football World Cup that year, the hosts were not very strong, but because of the referee's various black whistles, the hosts, who could not get out of the group stage, actually passed all the way and reached the semi-finals.

Does the host feel ashamed?

No, they feel honored.

Regardless of your virtue or not, the game only depends on the result, not the process.

"Those of us who are engaged in creation have been pursuing to write poems that will last forever, but we can't get it. In desperation, we put a poem we just wrote in the sun, trying to make it yellow, like an ancient poem , Pretending to have been passed down for tens of thousands of years." Lao Zeng sighed.

He didn't directly say the name of the No.3 award-winning masterpiece, but the audience could already hear which song it was.

"Some people may have already guessed, yes, No.3 is "Ancient Poems"!" Lao Zeng said with a smile, "Let us give warm applause and congratulate the author of "Ancient Poems."

Immediately, the audience burst into applause.

No one dared not applaud.

Like many grand conventions, there is never only a unanimous vote, no opposition or abstention.

Liu Zixuan and the others felt apprehensive and happy at the same time. Until now, they haven't seen anything unusual about those old fellows.

This shows that their collective cheating has not been exposed yet.

If it was exposed, the old guys would have been furious. First find out the cheaters, and then announce the list of winners.

It was not exposed, probably because there were no poems copied by them in the first three, and the old guys didn't go into it.

Didn't get the top three?

Liu Zixuan and the others were somewhat unwilling.

"Hey." Lin Lu smiled from ear to ear, proud of himself.

This poem was copied by him.

Unexpectedly, it actually made it into the top three.

The joy of accident!

This "Ancient Poetry", if you say it is good, it seems that it is not much better.

It is not good, but few people can write it, it is unpretentious and full of childishness.

Writers should not forget their original intentions and keep their pure hearts.

"Your?" Zeng Zhiguo, who was beside Lin Lu, couldn't help asking, seeing the abnormality of his good buddy.

The answers have been announced, so there is no need to hide your identity.

"I copied..." Lin Lu quickly covered his mouth, "I'm stupid, I didn't expect it either."

The deskmate Xiang Qiang was a little dazed. He always felt that this poem was very familiar, and he had seen it somewhere before.

Liu Zixuan frowned, she felt the same way as Xiang Qiang.

I must have seen it somewhere, but I just can't remember it for a while.

Lin Lu wanted to ask, who among you is so brave enough to copy "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi" by Sunrise East.

I didn't dare to copy, because I knew how much I was, and I didn't have that level at all.

Lin Lu watched "Shading the Sky", so he naturally knew the source of "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi", the real author.

Sunrise Dongfang is the future king of web literature. After he leaves the circle, he can change people's impression of web literature by himself.

Who said that Internet writers can't be on the stage?

Many people have the impression that the authors of web articles are uneducated, just like athletes with simple minds and well-developed limbs.

Even if athletes win glory for the country, they cannot conceal the fact that they are "illiterate".

Lin Lu used to feel that, no matter how much money he earns, few Internet writers are "educated".

"You didn't write "Ancient Poetry"?" Liu Piaopiao widened her eyes, looking at Wang Zihao with an incredulous expression on her face.

Originally, "Ancient Poetry" won the award, and she was relieved.

She thought that this poem was written by Wang Zihao.

In the end, Lin Lu claimed it and left.

Then it cannot be written by Wang Zihao.

"Didn't Lin Lu recognize it?" Only now did Wang Zihao know who copied the poem "Sunrise East".

It turned out to be Lin Lu.

Quite unexpected.

Did this guy also read online articles, "Shading the Sky", or did "Ancient Poetry" spread outside the circle, and Lin Lu discovered it by accident?

Wang Zihao had no way of knowing.

"This kind of poem is very similar to your level. It's not up or down. You didn't write it. You're too lazy, can't you even write such a work?" Liu Piaopiao was indignant.

Lin Lu can write poems like "Ancient Poetry", and Wang Zihao, who claims to be an Internet writer, can't compare to others.

Liu Piaopiao hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

Lin Lu's face turned red, Liu Piaopiao, you are enough, when you say bad things about others, can you avoid the right owner?
If it weren't for this "Ancient Poem" that I didn't write, I would have turned against you.

Nothing up or down, too stretched.

Lin Lu wanted to poke his neck and tell Liu Piaopiao that this poem was written by Sunrise Dongfang, and his true level is far beyond your imagination.

Did you know that "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi" was written by Sunrise Dongfang.

"Ancient Poetry" is just a casual work of his when he was a child.

When you grow up, you will never understand how terrifying he is.

"I can really write such a work." Wang Zihao said to Liu Piaopiao.

"Then you write one." Liu Piaopiao said disgustedly.

Lin Lu and others looked at Wang Zihao very unkindly. How can you compare with the leader of the East?
Several of them have copied Sunrise Dongfang's works, whoever disrespects Sunrise Dongfang is disrespectful to them.

"Then listen carefully." Wang Zihao whispered, "The title of the poem is "Snow Sky"."

Everyone immediately pricked up their ears.

"Let's go pee together

you peed in a hole
I pissed - a line"

In ten seconds, the poem "Snow Sky" was completed.

Liu Qianqian blushed.

Liu Zixuan also blushed.

Liu Piaopiao opened her eyes wide, what kind of poetry do you call it, is it considered poetry?
Lin Lu and the others felt that they had been poked at a pain point inexplicably, and wanted to flip the table, saying that we are little birds?

How dare you compare yourself with Sunrise Dongfang, "Snow Sky" has completely disgraced Internet writers.

Sunrise in the East brought web articles to the Hall of Elegance, and you brought them back.

on the stage.

After Lao Zeng announced No.3 and commented, Guo Qing took back the microphone again: "If we say that the award of No.3 is somewhat controversial, but No.2 deserves its name."

After a pause, Guo Qing sighed: "I have only seen this kind of poems in sage articles. I didn't expect that the times have changed, scholars have lost their vigor and original aspirations, and everything is inferior. Poetry like this can appear..."

Those present here, even if they are not real scholars, at least have read books.

Hearing Guo Qing's words, everyone was a little silent.

This is the general trend, the torrent of the times.

Just like Kodak, until the day of bankruptcy, the quality of film produced was the best.

It's just that the world doesn't need it anymore.

The people who attended the meeting included dignitaries who retired to the second line, and wealthy businessmen who enjoyed their old age.

It was not until later that they realized that reading is to live in harmony with the world.

Because they have too many meanings.

When I was young, I always thought that my love was separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas were invincible.

It was later discovered that there are boats to cross the sea and roads to cross the mountains.

Difficulty is the heart!
"Now the No.2 award-winning masterpiece is announced, and Teacher Zhao will come up to announce and comment." After sighing, Guo Qing invited Mrs. Zhao to come up.

(End of this chapter)