Honglou: This bastard is too persuasive.

Chapter 586 Just a few more songs

Metformin looked at the crowd and found that they were all looking at him. He couldn't help but laugh. These people were really shameless. They wanted to trick him all the time. Do they really think they have no temper? But now he was trying to improve his reputation, so he didn't care too much. After all, after this poem was passed on, his reputation was rising again, and the speed of increase was also very fast. His defense had already increased very quickly, and now the speed of improvement has increased tenfold or even dozens of times. Not only that, he believed that his defense would be improved quickly in the fastest time, so at this moment he was really not prepared to let go of this good opportunity.

Isn't it just to let yourself write the facts? For yourself, if you say to write thousands of poems, it may be a little difficult to write hundreds of poems. He is a little reluctant. Dozens are still okay, but he also finds it troublesome. But if you just write a few poems, it will be useless. A few poems can improve your defense design and add up your defense. It is even more cost-effective, so at this moment he stood up and said without hesitation.

"So after saying so much, isn't it just one sentence? You can't afford to lose, you feel that I have defeated you, so you can't save face, so you want to embarrass me. We clearly agreed to write a poem based on these three words, and it would be fine as long as these three words are included. Now you have to get straight to the point, and you can't force anything. But I think my poem can convey the meaning. I clearly wrote that after I got drunk, I looked at the bright moon and asked the blue sky what year it was, feeling the joys and sorrows of the world, watching the moon wax and wane. Is there any problem with this? I don't think there is any problem at all. But since you all say there is a problem, then I also want to tell you what the problem is first. If you can't give me a reason, then I don't agree."

Although Jia Changsheng didn't mind writing a few poems, he did mind that these people treated him as a fool. If they wanted him to write poems, he had to come up with enough reasons and convince himself. If he couldn't convince himself, then this matter would be over. So Jia Changsheng just didn't write. Alas, I just want you to figure everything out for me first. So he asked this question, and when others heard his question, they were all silent. After all, what Jia Changsheng said was not wrong.

This poem is obviously written very reasonably, very smoothly, and very naturally. He drank some wine, asked the blue sky, looked at the moon, asked about the waxing and waning of the moon, and felt his own joys and sorrows. Is there a problem with this? No problem, no problem at all. But now, even though they know there is no problem, they must have a problem, and must say the problem. Otherwise, wouldn't all their plans fail? Wouldn't it mean that they are not good enough and can't compare to this fake immortality? This is me that they can't accept.

So after Jia Changsheng asked this question, the judges standing on the stage said nothing. They didn't want to be so shameless. After all, even if everyone knew the truth, if you said it out loud, you would be the one who would be embarrassed. But someone had to step forward in this matter. It was impossible for the judges to step forward, so only these judges could step forward. Those who had some fame, strength, and ability would naturally not step forward. So the people who stepped forward were finally decided to be those who had no ability and no strength. And it was not so easy to get these people to step forward. After the people below made the Great Wall gravity promise, these people who usually had no ability and could only talk finally stood up. One of them spoke loudly to the students.

"You are right. This poem is quite reasonable according to your interpretation. You were drunk and looked at the moon. You were feeling your own sorrows and joys, and you saw the moon waxing and waning. You felt that you two were really alike. This explanation is indeed very reasonable, but I told you one thing before. Why did you ask about the moon after drinking? Why did you feel these things after drinking? Why couldn't you have drunk something else? And you were already drunk, how could you still think so much? You were so drunk that you couldn't think so much. So your answer is obviously unreasonable."

The examiner was almost laughed at by him. This reason made him look for nothing at all. Don't you feel embarrassed when you say this? But he didn't need to say anything to others. Hearing what he said, I felt a little speechless. This kid's brain is really not working well. He can even say such things. How come he can't sigh when he drinks, can't ask the moon when he drinks, can't look at these things when he drinks? It's because he drinks that he can still be like this. If he doesn't drink, which mental patient would be like this? So at this moment, before Jia Changsheng could speak, someone spoke directly.

"Isn't that nonsense? Can you ask the sky if you don't drink? But I think that although what you said is wrong, there are indeed problems with Jia Changsheng's poem. After drinking, he can ask about the bright moon, the palace in the sky, and what year the golden rooster in the sky is. You even said that you are going to return with the wind, but in the end you said that you have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes, and you are going to become an immortal. What do these joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and waxing and waning have to do with you? So this is inconsistent. I am talking about what you should have in this poem. It should not be joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, nor should it be waxing and waning. It should be about your soon-to-be immortal."

"That can't be said. If you said you were drunk and wanted to become an immortal, you can explain it that way, but you also have another topic to talk about. The moon waxes and wanes, and it has its ups and downs. Isn't this a sigh? You wrote this poem out of emotion, but when you are sighing, you should be sober. After you are sober, you will have the most emotion. You were drunk and only thought about becoming an immortal. How could you think about the ups and downs of life? So you shouldn't have drunk when you asked the sky. You should have been sober when you asked the sky. Therefore, there are some problems with the fact that you wrote about it. Either you remove the drinking, or you remove the ups and downs of life and write about the joy of becoming an immortal."

"I didn't understand it at first, but after listening to your analysis, I finally understood. It turns out that the most critical problem of this poem lies here. It turns out that the most important thing about this poem is sadness and joy, separation and reunion, and the waxing and waning of the moon. It turns out that I have never grasped the key to this poem before, but now I finally understand. The most critical problem of your teacher is that he was drunk and wanted to become an immortal, but you wrote that when he understood, he thought of sadness and joy, separation and reunion, and the waxing and waning of the moon. So you can only choose one. Either you were drunk and wanted to become an immortal, which represents wine, or you were when you understood, I was lamenting the waxing and waning of the moon, like your sadness and joy, separation and reunion. In this way, you can count it as sadness and joy, separation and reunion, or as the bright moon, but you can only count as one, not two."

It has to be said that these people are talented and capable. They really defined this matter as a fundamental problem. They wanted everyone to define this poem within a certain topic. In this way, everyone would have to agree that Jia Changsheng should write two more poems. Although Jia Changsheng felt that their analysis was unreasonable, it was enough. As long as he could give himself a sufficient reason, he could write two more poems. Moreover, he felt that after this poem was passed on, his defense had increased by dozens of times. If he wrote two more poems, his improvement would definitely be greater. So there was nothing to hesitate at this moment. Seeing that they had found a good reason, he simply sighed and said.

"Okay, since you have already made up your mind, what else can I say? Since you think that my poem can only represent one topic, then let it represent one topic. Whatever you say, it's up to you. But I still insist on my opinion. I just wrote that I was drunk. I asked the moon in the sky what the heaven was for and what the connection was like. It just didn't answer me, but I looked at the moon and sighed. The moon also has its ups and downs, just like my joys and sorrows. So this is my understanding of this poem. If you think it's wrong, that's your business and has nothing to do with me."

"But since you all asked for it, then I'll just count it as a poem. I'll say it's a poem, only count it as joys and sorrows, then on the subject of joys and sorrows, whether I win or lose, can you give me an accurate answer? If you can't give me an accurate answer, then there's no need for anything else. After all, no matter how I compare, you all say there's something wrong with me, then in the end, isn't what I write a book? If that's the case, my competition with you is unfair. There's no need to compete in an unfair competition, and I won't continue to compete with people like you. I'll just find someone else to compete with." Little Great Wall didn't mean to compete with others, but he was clearly telling everyone that if you still don't admit it, then we won't compete anymore. I'll take this matter out and compare it with others, and then everyone will know how hypocritical you people are and how much you can't afford to lose. Then all of their faces will be humiliated, so when they heard this, these people got anxious and one of them stood up and said.

"We all admit that your poem is well written, but we have said before that no matter how well this poem is written, it can only be translated as this one. Now that it has been confirmed, we will not waste words. Since all these facts are counted as one, then it will be counted as a poem of sorrow and joy as you said. You have written about the peaceful environment and related facts. Moreover, we have also classified this poem as the first one under the theme of sorrow and joy. This is indisputable. So if you agree, then you can write two more poems, one about wine and one about the bright moon."

"Yes, yes, yes. We all agree. Your poem is definitely the first among the poems of sorrow and joy. So please write two more poems. No matter if they are poems or lyrics, as long as you can get two first places again, then you will be considered successful in this round of written test. You can successfully advance to the finals or participate in the fourth or fifth round. It's all up to you to decide. We will not get involved or persuade you anymore. You just have to make sure that the remaining two poems can also win the championship."

After getting the accurate answer, Jia Changsheng snorted coldly, and without further ado, he spread out the paper in front of him, picked up the brush and began to write on it. If he didn't want to write a poem, no one could force him. The reason why he wanted to write was just for his own reputation, so he wrote a poem without hesitation.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a companion. Raising the cup to invite the bright moon, my shadow and I become three people.

Moon is not free to drink, and the shadow disciples are with me.Temporarily accompany the moon and shadows, and the joy must be in the spring.

My song and moon are hovering, and my dance shadows are disorderly.When waking up, they had sex together, and they were scattered after drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. "

As he was writing, someone was reading it out loud. Everyone was shocked because the poem he wrote this time was another poem about the bright moon and wine, and this time the bright moon and wine were simply blended together. If it were just these two titles, it could be said that these two titles were all about the bright moon and nine. At this moment, they were finally scared because this poem was so well written. It was simply the top poem about the bright moon, and even the first one about wine was almost on par with the previous poem "When is the Bright Moon?". By comparing them in this way, they finally knew the difference between them and this kid. They really couldn't compare with him. Moreover, this was just one poem. In fact, this poem represented two poems. But even so, Jia Changsheng still said directly.

"I won't waste my words on this poem. If you think this poem is okay, then I have finished writing two poems. After all, this poem combines wine and the bright moon. If you think it's not good enough, then I will write another poem. This poem can be considered a poem, a poem about the bright moon. Anyway, you won't recognize it when I write it. In this case, I will write one more. If you still think my writing is not good, then I really have no choice. The competition between you and me will be regarded as nothing. I still have to save face. I met a group of shameless people, so I have no choice. I can only try my best to protect my own face, but I can't protect the face of others. So do you think I should write another poem? If you think I should write another one, then I will write it now. If you don't think it's necessary."

Having said that, he suddenly sighed.

(End of this chapter)