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Chapter 229: An old friend suddenly fell in love with me (two-in-one, please subscribe)

According to the rules of the poetry competition, this section is divided into three rounds.

The two contestants each have half an hour to improvise three poems on the spot, without requiring an even meter.

They are four sentences with five characters, four sentences with seven characters, and eight sentences with seven characters.

The creation time corresponds to 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and 15 minutes.

And although it is a temporary creation, after all, "two sentences are obtained in three years, and one chant brings two tears."

In such a short game time, unless Li Bai is reborn, Du Fu may not be able to hold back a few words even if he plays.

Therefore, the contestants in this session over the years actually all have drafts.

The poetry conference did not formulate a topic, but invited guests to draw high-frequency words from ancient poetry from a lottery box.

For example, in the first five words and four sentences, the leader drew the word "wine".

This means that the five-character poem written by the two contestants must contain the word "wine".

Another hostess wearing a cheongsam showed the card to the audience and the camera.

At this time, Jiang Zhifei was brought to the front left by Xiaoyu, in front of the large desk that had been arranged.

On the brown-red desk wrapped in rhinoceros leather paint, there are antique pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Even though Jiang Zhifei didn't know much about Wenwan, he could tell that what was on the table was not cheap.

At the same time, Jiang Zhifei's opponent, Zhen Shenshen, known as the talented poetess, also stood in front of the desk opposite.

The female host held the microphone in her hand, stood between the two people, and said impassionedly:
"I'm going to announce that the countdown is 5 minutes and the first round has officially begun!"

Maybe it was because of time constraints, or maybe Zhen Shenshen happened to bet on the question.

The moment the hostess announced the start, she picked up the brush and quickly wrote a five-character poem on the paper:

"Wutong locks the deep courtyard, in front of the hall full of autumn
Drunk and drinking in the palace, I don’t know what year it is.”

When Zhen Shenshen finished writing the last word, less than 1 minute had passed.

The process of her poetry writing was projected on the big screen in real time.

The sound of applause resounded in the gymnasium.

It’s not that Zhen Shenshen’s poem is very good.

The audience simply expressed encouragement.

There are staff members who are responsible for copying and handing the poems written by Zhen Shenshen to the 11 judges on the viewing platform.

In fact, when Zhen Shenshen was writing poetry, they could see it clearly.

Watching it again at this time is nothing more than going through the motions.

According to the practice in previous years, the poetry session will always end with 2:1, without exception.

As for who gets that 2, there are many factors that influence it.

Jiang Jiang took the poem that she had written, put her hand on her reading glasses, and looked at the big screen curiously.

The red number on the timer has changed to 03:38.

There are less than 4 minutes left before the end of the first round.

But at this moment, Jiang Zhifei was still standing in front of the desk to conceive, with no intention of writing anything.

Lu Chaoyu, dressed in a blue and white cheongsam, as a hostess, was standing at the edge of the desk, polishing ink on Jiang Zhifei's hand.

The dark ink ingots contrasted with Xiao Yu's slender fingers as white as jade, like a dynamic picture of a lady.

Lu Chaoyu saw Lao Jiang staring at him with a smile. Due to the rules of the competition, the two could not communicate with each other verbally.

She had no choice but to give Jiang Zhifei a charming look, hinting at him with her eyes, and seize the time to write poems.

When the timer number just changes to 03:00.

Jiang Zhifei retracted his gaze of admiring the beauty, took off the wolf hair brush hanging on the pen holder, and started writing at his desk.

Soon, a line of regular script with an elegant appearance appeared on the paper:
"I have a bottle of wine"

When the audience saw these five words, many people couldn't help but booed.

As we all know, it is almost impossible to write a fine five-character poem in five minutes.

In addition, the Poetry Conference does not impose stringent conditions such as rhythm and contrast for on-site poetry writing.

But this doesn’t mean that the contestants can fool around!

At least on the bright side, you have to write a poem, at least something that looks like poetry.

What's the point of writing in vernacular?

Why not be more direct and write 'I have a bottle of Erguotou'.

What a waste of time for such a beautiful regular script.

These thoughts are not only what most of the audience thinks, but also the opinions of several judges present.

Four or five judges have already turned their heads away, unwilling to look at the big screen again.
They seemed to have expected that Jiang Zhifei's best situation would be to write a doggerel.

Jiang Jiang was still staring at the big screen with great interest.

Xiaoyu, who was bending over to study ink, showing off her S-shaped figure, also focused her eyes on the rice paper.

Soon, Jiang Zhifei wrote the five words in the second line in one go:
"Enough to comfort the wind and dust"

As soon as this sentence came out, the room suddenly became whispering.

Although Jiang Zhifei's first sentence is very straightforward.

But when combined with this sentence, it makes people feel a free and easy artistic conception.

The judges who had turned their heads just now also looked at the big screen when they saw this.

Under the expectation of everyone, Jiang Zhifei finished the last two sentences in one breath:
"Pour all the rivers and seas, and give drinks to the people of the world"

Judges present:!
The audience:! ! !
When the whole poem of 28 words was presented in front of everyone, the entire stadium fell into a very brief silence.

But then, there was a tsunami of applause.

The 11 Chinese literary masters on the viewing platform all applauded Jiang Zhifei.

Sitting on Jiang Jiang's right, the dean of Yanda College of Liberal Arts, Al Deng, even stood up in person.

The reason why poetry can still be passed down to this day after thousands of years.

The most fascinating thing about them is that after reading them, they will make readers admire them unconsciously.

In fact, most people can't tell what is so good about the poems in the book.

But there's no denying how good they are.

And this five-character poem written by Jiang Zhifei has exactly this quality.

Especially the last two sentences are so grand and powerful that they are not inferior to the famous works of the predecessors.

Amid the warm applause of the audience, Jiang Zhifei straightened up and handed the still-dry manuscript into Xiao Yu's hands.

In an instant, the judges and leaders on the viewing platform all looked at Lu Chaoyu.

At this moment, they all wanted to get Jiang Zhifei's manuscript.

Feeling the gaze from the viewing platform, Lu Chaoyu secretly glared at Jiang Zhifei, blaming Lao Jiang for giving her problems.

Jiang Zhifei signaled with his eyes: "How about I take it back?"

Seeing this, Lu Chaoyu clutched the manuscript tightly and refused to let go, like a little cat protecting a dried fish.

Her eyes seemed to say silently:
This poem is mine, and so are you.

The female host standing between Jiang Zhifei and Zhen Shenshen raised the microphone at the right time and said:
"Okay, both of our contestants have successfully completed the first round of creation.

Ask the judges and teachers to comment and tell your decision. "

Hearing the voice of the female host, the judges on the viewing platform all showed more or less wry smiles.

In previous years, at this stage, they could have confidently made peace with each other and achieved a vote score of [-] to [-] or [-] to [-].

But today is different.

The gap between the two works of Jiang Zhifei and Zhen Shenshen is so huge.

Especially on this occasion, the audience alone was close to 5000.

Not to mention, there are countless young people watching the live broadcast.

The judges present are all prominent figures in the literary world, and they value fame and feathers the most.

Therefore, the judge sitting on the far left picked up the microphone, coughed slightly and said:

"This poem by Shen Shen combines scenes and makes people feel emotional. It is not rigid at all. It is very well written..."

This poem by Xiao Jiang is also very well written. "

The female host waited for the other party to finish commenting, then asked:

"So Professor Zhang, your decision is..."

Professor Zhang coughed again, and then said calmly:

"My vote goes to classmate Jiang Zhifei." Zhen Shenshen:...

But she wasn't too discouraged.

After all, Professor Zhang was not very familiar with her.

But what surprised Zhen Shenshen was that the next judges also praised her eloquently.

Then he turned around and voted for Jiang Zhifei.

He looks very much like some stinky men who are ruthless and can fall out of favor faster than turning the pages of a book.

In the blink of an eye, all ten judges had finished their comments.

Without exception, they all gave their votes to Jiang Zhifei.

When it was Jiang Jiang's turn to comment, she said to Jiang Zhifei apologetically:
"From these two poems, I should vote for Xiao Fei.

But to be honest, Xiaofei is my wife’s disciple and he is also my disciple.

To avoid suspicion, I gave my vote to Shen Shen. "

Jiang Jiang said so.

But everyone present could see that the old professor couldn't bear it, and Zhen Shenshen didn't even get a single vote.

This can be regarded as her love for the younger generation in the literary world.

But Jiang Jiang's vote had no impact on the result.

Jiang Zhifei successfully won the first round with a huge advantage of ten to one.

Ning Yi and Cao Cheng in the stands were a little dazed at the moment.

Especially Cao Cheng, he was surprised and a little ecstatic.

He knew that Jiang Zhifei was very good at writing poetry, but he didn't expect that he was so good at it.

Cao Cheng had a vague premonition.

Perhaps Jiang Zhifei can achieve something that has never been achieved in the 20 years since the Poetry Conference.

After the first round.

The female host invited another leader of the Magic City to come on stage and put his hand into the lottery box that Xiao Yu had previously held.

But this time, the leader took out two cards.

This can also be seen as an upgrade in the difficulty of the game.

The two cards the leader took out also had a separate word printed on them:

"Autumn" and "Snow".

It’s the same as the “wine” that was drawn previously.

These two words are also high-frequency words that appear in ancient poetry.

After showing the two cards to the audience and the camera.

The female host, as before, still held up the microphone impassionedly and said:
"I'm going to announce that the second round has officially begun with a 10-minute countdown!"

The red number on the timer changed accordingly as soon as the hostess finished speaking.

Jiang Zhifei stood in front of the desk with a relaxed expression and communicated with Xiaoyu with his eyes:

"Are you tired? Do you want to sit down and rest for a while?"

Jiang Zhifei noticed from the very beginning that Xiaoyu was wearing off-white high heels.

High heels are fine if you wear them for a while.

But if Xiaoyu wears it for a long time, her jiojio will definitely feel sore.

Before Xiaoyu could react with his eyes, Jiang Zhifei raised his hand on the spot.

Under the curious eyes of the audience, the staff rushed over and saw Jiang Zhifei saying without hesitation:

"Can I bring a chair here, please?"

"of course can."

The staff quickly returned and moved an antique Taishi chair behind Jiang Zhifei.

It’s not that poetry competitions are mean to contestants.

But when it comes to writing with a brush, standing and writing will make the words look better than sitting down.

Since Jiang Zhifei wanted to sit down and write, there was no need for the staff to stop him.

But what surprised everyone was that Jiang Zhifei walked directly behind Lu Chaoyu, carrying the imperial chair.

Then he put his hands on both sides of Xiaoyu's shoulders and let him sit safely on the chair.

One after another, "Wow" sounds echoed from the audience in all directions.

Lu Chaoyu's pretty face turned red, and she subconsciously wanted to stand up.

But Jiang Zhifei, who walked back to the desk, signaled Xiaoyu with his eyes:
If you don't sit still, then I won't be in the mood to continue writing poetry.

Facing Lao Jiang's pampering, which was almost like a domineering president.

Lu Chaoyu looked calm on the surface, but deep down he was happy.

And Xiaoyu, who has a pair of long legs together and is sitting at the desk, polishing ink, is as beautiful as a painting with rich ink and colors.

This made Jiang Zhifei, who was very close, couldn't help but show a bit of obsession in his eyes.

Time passed minute by minute.

With 5 minutes left in the countdown.

Zhen Shenshen put down the brush, with a look of satisfaction on her round face.

The seven-character and four-sentence poem she wrote is actually not much different from the previous poem.

But she believed that her performance was stable, and at the same time she was certain that Jiang Zhifei would never be able to write another poem as stunning as the previous one.

The judges who saw the whole process of Zhen Shenshen's poem writing through the big screen at the scene also nodded secretly.

According to the judging criteria of the college entrance examination composition.

If the full score is 50, Zhen Shenshen's seven-character poem should get about 42 points.

Although it is still a bit mediocre, it can be said to be quite good after being written in such a short period of time.

But in everything, you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but you are afraid of comparing goods.

After Jiang Zhifei finished submitting the papers to Zhen Shenshen, he still did not start writing as before.

But this time, no one was talking about anything.

All the audience, including the judges, stared at the big screen with anticipation.

When the timer changed to 04:00.

Jiang Zhifei bent over his desk and wrote the first line of the poem in regular script like a dragon and a snake.

However, this time Jiang Zhifei deliberately covered himself with his body to prevent the camera from capturing what he wrote.

This made the audience watching the live broadcast very curious.

During this slightly torturous time, Al Deng picked up the warm tea cup and asked Jiang Jiang beside him with a smile:

"Mr. Jiang, what do you think of your disciple's work this time?"

"It should be no worse than the previous one." Jiang Jiang replied in a calm tone, but confidently.

Aier Deng smiled when he heard this and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Jiang, I think so too.

I had invited him to be my graduate student before.

It’s a pity that he still became a disciple of the Song Sect, what a pity…”

While the two of them were talking, Jiang Zhifei had already finished writing the entire poem.

Although he blocked the camera next to him with his body, he could not block the light rain that was so close.

Of course, this was his intention to block the camera.

After putting away his pen, Jiang Zhifei said softly to Xiao Yu, whose eyes were full of amazement at this moment:

"This poem is a gift from me, and I hope you will be the first to see it."

Lu Chaoyu raised his head in astonishment, his eyes as bright as stars were half happy and half moved.

At this moment, the elder brother carrying the camera finally captured the entirety of Jiang Zhifei's poem.

On the big screen in the gymnasium, a plain white rice paper surface appeared, as well as neat regular script with wet ink:

"Suddenly an old friend came to my heart.
Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn

Love in two places, falling in the snow at the same time
This life can be considered a total of two years together.”

　Both poems come from the Internet. The first two lines are probably written by ancients, while the last two lines are written by contemporary masters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)