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  Chapter 315 This Baidi really knows how to write poetry!

  Plum blossoms are in full bloom in the plum garden, and the literati are in this sea of ​​plums. For a while, there is a scent, and even the wind and snow are a little bit neglected.

   Live broadcast.

Various camera angles show the magnificent scenery of Yimei Garden. This year’s Poetry Conference was held in Yimei Garden. It was sponsored by the scenic spot. Those who want to rush to apply to hold each poetry meeting, after the event, the Yimei Garden will definitely be full of visitors!

  But the snow is gradually getting bigger.

  The air is getting colder and colder. The sea of ​​plum blossoms is certainly charming, but everyone can't afford to be demeanor or warm. They all want to enter the hall to escape the wind and snow.

  Aleigh is also here.

Because of the prize, Ah Lei was the last one to come in. He said “Ah” as he walked. After all, he was drenched in snow for five minutes outside, and even his hair was a little white. At this time, he was wrapping his clothes tightly and wanted to enter the hall. , but was stopped by a voice:

   "Wait!"

  Aleigh almost thought he was hallucinating.

   Isn’t this the line I just called to stop Baidi?

   Could it be that someone is teasing me? He turned his head angrily, only to find that the person calling him was Yun Lan, the president of the Qinzhou Poetry Association.

   "Everyone."

Yun Lan stood in front of the hall, covered one of the doors, and then said with a smile: "The joke that Teacher Alei had with Teacher Baidi at the door just now gave me inspiration. The hall is warm and spacious. There are wine and snacks to enjoy inside, but this door is not so easy to enter. Before entering the door, each of you needs to recite a poem on the spot. Modern poetry or ancient poetry is fine, but the content needs to be related to the situation. After reading, everyone You can only enter if you feel good, what do you guys think?"

   This is the Poetry Club.

The Poetry Club is indeed not a formal competition. Strictly speaking, this is actually a high-end literature salon, but everyone needs to accept different random tests, which is a bit like meeting friends through literature, but the competitive element is not so strong. Two", of course, in the end, some of the best players in the game will be decided.

"good!"

  Everyone has no opinion.

Because this test question is actually very simple. Today there is snow and plum blossoms here, and there are all kinds of beautiful scenery on a good day, so you only need to write a poem about snow or plum. For creation, I usually have accumulated works, and I can use them directly today, and I can pretend that this is what I created on the spot, wouldn’t it be flattering?

   "So everyone agrees."

Seeing that everyone was quite excited, Yun Lan smiled and said: "Then anyone who wants to enter should read the poem first. There are four doors in this lobby. Teacher Zhao, Teacher Jiang, and Teacher Huang and I each guard a door. The area behind me is mostly open. It's Green Ant Wine, and behind the other three teachers are Realgar Wine, Qiongyu Wine, and Tusu Wine, so you can enter through whichever door you want to drink today."

   "Why don't I go one step ahead of you?"

  Ji Quantai took a step forward and cupped his hands towards the crowd, "I just want the mellow fragrance of that green ant."

Lin Zhibai's teeth were gritted for a while. This group of literati came to the poetry meeting, and they all spoke in an old-fashioned way. Even taking him with them, they were a bit like the Romans. I don't know if they usually talk like this in private, and will they occasionally say "" Fuck"?

   "Mr. Xiao Ji please!"

  Many literati are humble archers.

  Ji Quantai is young, everyone calls him Teacher Xiao Ji.

   Probably like Zhou Tai calling Lin Zhibai "Lin Xiaoyou".

  Ji Quantai walked up to Yun Lan, smiled and said: "The east wind follows the west wind, and the trees and leaves are empty. The plum blossoms can't be exhausted, and they still embrace the new red."

   "Teacher Xiao Ji is a great talent!"

  As soon as this poem came out, the house was full of applause, what a poem chanting plums!

  Even Lin Zhibai nodded secretly, this talent is very talented!

  Zhou Tai said softly: "Ji Quantai deserves to be the number one poet of Qinzhou's younger generation. His level of poetry is even inferior to that of many seniors."

  The first poet of the young generation?

  Lin Zhibai Xindao is like this. If he is the number one poet of Qinzhou's young generation, it would be strange not to have such a level of poetry.

   "Is this poem just written?"

  Yun Lan looked at Ji Quantai in surprise.

  Ji Quantai smiled and nodded to admit it. I won’t tell you that this is one of my bottom-of-the-box works. In today’s poetry meeting, no one can stop me from showing off and becoming famous all over the world!

   "Come in."

  Yun Lan got out of the way, and Ji Quantai bowed his hands to everyone again, then turned around and entered the lobby, showing a dashing and handsome appearance.

   And this scene was naturally broadcast live.

   Those literati fans had an almost instant orgasm.

   "Awesome!"

   "Ji Quantai is too strong!"

   "This poem is really good!"

   "The key is to create on-site!"

   "Isn't this a hundred times better than Baidi's poem about counting snow?"

   "Baidi and Ji Quantai are incomparable to the youngest generation."

   "Bai Di, at most, you can bully Teacher Alei."

   See these comments.

  Baidi fans were speechless.

   "I have provoked you, why don't you compare yourself to Baidi?"

   "We didn't say that Ji Quantai's poems are not good!"

   "You guys, wouldn't you be able to speak without bringing Bai Di?"

   "The first person in the younger generation is the first person!"

   "Bai Di didn't say that he was the first person of the young generation."

  …

on site.

   One after another, some people entered the door singing poems.

   Either Yongxue's or Yongmei's.

  Alei had been outside for a long time, and now he was shivering from the cold, and hurried over to recite a poem about plums, but everyone felt that it was almost meaningless.

   "Fix it again!"

   "It's rough!"

   "Nothing new!"

   "It's all some wheel words!"

   "One hundred poems chanting plums, ninety-nine of them are written like yours!"

  Aleigh was helpless.

   Continue to modify at the door.

  Lin Zhibai was not in a hurry to enter the door, quietly admiring the plum blossoms and snow at the door, and did not forget to take pictures with his mobile phone and send them to the family group.

  Xiao Hei: (Picture) (Picture) (Picture)

  Sister: "So beautiful!"

  Sister: "Wait, aren't you in the poetry meeting, why are you still bubbling here?"

  Mom: "Write poetry well!"

  Dad: "Your mother and I are watching the live broadcast!"

  Brother: "That poem just now is amazing, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces!"

beside.

Zhou Tai said helplessly: "Why are you still in the mood to take pictures? Have you thought about reading some poems for a while? If you are too mediocre, you will be booed! These people don't like you, they will find fault with you! And don't forget, You just used a poem chanting snow! Are you planning to write a poem chanting plums this time?"

   "I didn't think about it." Lin Zhibai said.

   "Then why don't you think about it soon?" Zhou Tai was anxious for him.

   "I mean, I don't know which song to use." Lin Zhibai said with a smile.

   "You won..." I don't know if Lin Zhibai's words are true or not, but Zhou Tai has shown his face anyway.

   And after a while.

  The literati entered one after another.

  Seeing that Lin Zhibai was still standing at the door, a literati inside laughed.

   "Why didn't he come in?"

   "Probably can't think of a good poem."

   "Isn't the song at the door just amazing?"

   "I guess he didn't compose the song at the door on the spot."

   "It should be a box bottom work that has been prepared a long time ago."

   "That's really miserable for Ah Lei, he ran into Baidi's only bullet, hahahahahahahaha."

   "Among the entrance poems, Ji Quantai's should be the best in the audience, right?"

   "That's natural, but if you compare it with the poem written by Baidi outside Yimeiyuan, heck, it's between brothers."

   These words are somewhat against my will.

   But Ji Quantai’s song is indeed of extremely high quality.

   But seeing that there were not many people left outside, Lin Zhibai turned his head to look at Zhou Tai and said, "Go in, what do you want to drink?"

  Zhou Tai said: "Green Ant Wine?"

"OK."

  Lin Zhibai nodded, and walked in the direction of Yunlan. As a result, his movement instantly attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the house, even the bosses guarding the other three doors.

   "Read it."

  Yun Lan looked at Lin Zhibai with a smile: "Given your previous performance, I will have higher requirements on you than others. If the quality of the work is not enough, don't even think about going in for a drink."

   "Mr. Yun, you are not being kind."

   Zhou Tai next to him joked: "You can also hear the level of the poem about snow that Baidi recited at the door, this wave should go straight in..."

   "No, that song has already been used."

  Yun Lan refused at all, still staring at Lin Zhibai with a smile on her face, and said, "It's not easy for you to drink this glass of wine today."

"All right."

  Lin Zhibai sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, and suddenly said: "Green Ant New Fermented Wine..."

   Yun Lan was surprised.

   Others are either Yongxue or Yongmei, even Ji Quantai, but Lin Zhibai doesn't follow common sense to play his cards, and starts with the mood of life!

   Interesting!

   Just because Lin Zhibai didn't choose the simplest Yong Xue or Yong Mei, Yun Lan was willing to take a high look.

  Lin Zhibai looked at the literati behind Yun Lan who were cooking wine, and said, "Small red clay stove."

  Inside the house.

  The literati looked at the red stove in front of them, their expressions gradually changed, and even their voices gradually disappeared.

   "It will be snowing late..."

  Lin Zhibai patted the little snow trace on his shoulder, then pointed to the hall, and said in a brisk tone:

   "Can I have a drink?"

  Everyone in the hall opened their mouths!

  The literati outside the hall stared wide-eyed!

  Zhou Tai was even more excited, as if he was afraid that someone would be too far away to hear him, shaking his head and repeating loudly:

   "Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It will be snowing late, can you have a glass?"

alright.

   Now even what he didn't hear clearly just now is now thunderous. Zhou Tai has a loud and rough voice, like a small trumpet.

   Finish reading.

  Zhou Tai admired it while savoring it: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is wonderful! It can be called the best in the audience!"

   Best in the game! ?

  As soon as these four words came out, Ji Quantai's fists were clenched suddenly!

   And the teachers of the other three schools also quickly focused on Lin Zhibai!

   Yun Lan was even short of breath!

   Written now!

  Green Ant Wine, Little Red Furnace, the sky is like snow, you can drink a cup!

   This is definitely written right now, every sentence fits the situation to the extreme, and the last sentence even made fun of myself!

  He wrote about this moment!

  He writes about the present!

  How can a hanging poem be so wonderfully integrated with the scene? Isn’t this kind of poem possible to be created only after repeated sculpting!

   Hurrah.

   Yun Lan was stunned!

  Everyone was stunned!

  The door was not accidental, this Baidi really knows how to write poetry! —

ps: Ji Quantai's poem was adapted from Li Gongming's "Zaomei". There is no way, because Wubai doesn't have that level of creation, so I can only use this tricky method. Please understand, and the plot is slow because of the Foreshadowing, such as snow, cooking wine, and poetry, etc., if there is no such foreshadowing, the protagonist will be a bit awkward to read the poem directly. It is agreed that this time we have to adapt to the occasion, and we can’t let ourselves go like the poem copying in the previous book.

  (end of this chapter)