All-professional star system

Chapter 41

Lu Jianwei comforted, "Your poetry is still good, but it's a pity that it was restricted by the Mid-Autumn Festival. Don't be discouraged."

"Your poem needs to be savored slowly. For laymen, they need time to interpret it carefully. They will naturally understand when they discover the gentle and lingering meaning of the men and women in the poem who are riding horses and galloping in the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I understand." Lu Yong nodded.

The game was still going on, the host Yan Yan picked up the microphone and walked to the center.

"Today really opened my eyes. To be honest, I usually thought that those good poems can only be made by the ancients. I didn't expect us modern people to make such excellent works. Am I really a bit hairy?" Longer knowledge but short?" Yan Yan laughed at himself while rubbing his hair.
The audience burst out laughing, Yan Yan is a beautiful woman with long hair, saying this at this time can be considered to liven up the atmosphere.

"Many netizens have left some poems on the Internet, let me read them." Yan Yan took the microphone and read them.Then he said, "Just now some netizens asked why the chairman of the Writers Association didn't write a poem. After all, this is a poetry competition held by the Writers Association."

Yan Yan took the lead in applauding, "Let's all welcome Chairman Lu to come, too."
It was no big deal for the audience to join in the fun, and they all applauded. Lu Jianwei stood up and waved to the audience.
"There are so many excellent poems before, it's really stressful for me to say it now, but if you want to listen to it, I'll read one written some time ago."
Lu Jianwei brewed his emotions, and said slowly, "The title of the poem [Missing Relatives]

"Sitting alone in the court, I can't sleep at night, and Ye Luosi's heart is sad."

"The soul flies thousands of miles away, and the gray hair on the temples is another year."

"Good poetry." Lu Yong was the first to stand up and applaud.

Ren Hongyan clapped his hands and applauded, "Chairman Yan's poetry skills are getting more and more exquisite."

Zhang Moting stroked his beard and said, "Chairman Yan's poem is really good, it can even be said to be a masterpiece. The Mid-Autumn Festival is about reunion, but this poem is the opposite. The feeling of not being able to go home makes people cherish the beauty of being reunited with their families even more when they read this poem."
Zhang Moting is also one of the few remaining literary masters in China, but his achievements are mainly in the couplets. Although he is not as famous as Zhang Lao, he is not far behind.

Yan Yan heard Zhang Lao's comments and quickly walked off the stage with a microphone, "Zhang Lao, please explain, this poem doesn't seem to be about Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhang Mo stopped laughing, "This is the brilliance of this poem, everyone can read the second sentence of Ye Luo, when will Ye Luo fall?"

"Naturally, it is autumn. The trees in ancient times were not as cold-resistant as they are now. Generally, they lose their leaves in autumn. This line of poem already implicitly expresses that it is Mid-Autumn Festival."
"And it's not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also the Spring Festival. Some hardy trees will lose their leaves in winter, right?"

The audience is boiling, isn't it? Two words are suitable for two festivals. Do you want to be so awesome?
"Let's look at the last sentence again. Who do you think the white hair on the temples refers to?" Mr. Zhang scanned the audience with a microphone.
The host Yan Yan asked puzzledly, "Isn't this sentence referring to the parents you miss?"
Zhang Lao shook his head, "This sentence has two meanings. The first is that a wanderer sees his parents in his dream, but finds that his parents have more gray hair on the temples."
"The second meaning refers to the wanderer himself. He misses his parents when he is away from home. After another year, he was unable to reunite with his parents during the festive season, but he found that his temples have a trace of gray hair."

The host Yan Yan was stunned, "Well, this can still be said like this. If you think about it carefully, it seems that there is such a layer of meaning in it. I am also a wanderer. When I hear this poem, think about how many years I have not been with my parents. Is it a holiday? Did my parents add a few more wrinkles? They really let me, let me..."

Yan Yan couldn't continue, and rubbed his eyes when he adjusted his glasses.
The audience below listened and nodded secretly to discuss. Many people are from Beijing. How many people didn't go home to have a look during the holidays?How many people don't know how many strands of white hair their parents have added?
Xiao Zhang's eyes were also a little red, "Speaking of which, I didn't go home during the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and I didn't call my parents often."

"I don't know if Mom and Dad are still in good health now. I must go back this year for Chinese New Year."
Xiao Zhou and Xiao Liu wiped their eyes, "Me too, I will call my parents when I get back."

Hao Ren was also quite surprised, he never thought that Lu Jianwei could write such a good poem, this one can already be called a masterpiece.

It really is not easy to be the chairman of the association. I just saw him these two days and thought he was just a sycophant. I was really preconceived.

Yan Kuan looked around and said, "Hao Ren, why didn't you go up just now? With your writing skills, even if it's not as good as this one, it shouldn't be too bad. Don't tell me you're not prepared?"
Hao Ren shook his head, "I didn't prepare well, so I won't show it. Besides, the riddle guessing and couplets have already gotten a lot of attention, so it's better to restrain yourself at this time."

"Come on, Hao Ren, didn't you tell Sister Zhang at the gate of the community that you were going to slap those people in the face? Why are you being cowardly now?"
Li Wenjing looked over with disdain and said in a low voice, "Is it because other people's poems are so good that they dare not go up?"
Hao Ren sweated profusely, "How can I, I'll be brewing again, give me some time."
Li Wenjing and the others snickered, what good poems can be brewed in such a short time?
Lu Jianwei was secretly proud of himself on the stage. It took him half a year to compose this poem for today, and now it seems that the effect is good.

"Zhang Lao and everyone are too polite, but it's just a casual work that doesn't deserve such a high praise." Lu Jianwei said modestly, cupping his hands.
A young man from the Writers' Association shouted from below, "Mr. Lu, you are too modest. This kind of excellent poetry will definitely win the first prize in this competition."

"Yeah, if I knew that Teacher Lu was going to compete this time, I wouldn't be ashamed. The competition with Teacher Lu is really shocking." Li Zizheng shook his head with a wry smile.
A member of the Writers Association who was also on the stage said, "Mr. Li, your poems are also good. At least you can expect to be in the top three. My modern poems are finished. Fortunately, I am not very good at poetry, so it can be regarded as self-consolation."

Several people praised each other a few words.

The host Yan Yan continued, "Everyone has heard it too. This poem can really resonate with many people. Mr. Lu, chairman of the Beijing Writers Association, really deserves to be a leading figure in the capital's poetry circle."

Lu Jianwei waved his hands and said, "I don't dare to be a leader yet, but if you like my poem, I hope you can vote for me more. I can beg for a vote with this old face."
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