Freelance Artist

 Chapter 501 A glance at the small mountains!

 “Lighting a lamp at the bottom of a well and holding a candle in the depths of the well, we can play chess together without playing chess.”

When the audience first saw the first two sentences of this poem written by Lin Zhibai, they felt that it was quite neat and appropriate to the situation, and it seemed harmonious and in line with the atmosphere. However, it was definitely far from amazing, and there was even a sense of slight disappointment. Maybe it didn't meet expectations. Everyone's expectations for this six-game winning streak genius are now very high. But when the last two lines "Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I miss you so much" came out, the flavor of the whole poem was instantly permeated. !

Live broadcast rooms in all continents were filled with exclamations of surprise!

 “What a poem!”

 “The last two sentences are instantly amazing!”

 “This lovesickness is so well written!”

  “Although I don’t know the specific meaning, the beauty of the words is amazing!”

“Hahahaha, it seems that everyone is illiterate like me. I just think it’s well written, but I can’t tell you what’s so good about it.”

 “Isn’t there an explanation?”

“Three explanations, how should the last two sentences be translated specifically?”

 Watching the poetry competition, it’s really hard to do without a narration to help everyone with their reading comprehension.

 And the commentators have not forgotten their responsibilities.

The female commentator in the third explanation immediately said excitedly: "The last two sentences of this poem are simply a stroke of genius. Some people may not understand why Linglong Dice An Hongdou, but if you pay attention, you will find that our traditional dice , one o'clock and four o'clock are red, it's like putting red beans on the dice. Needless to say, the red beans mean lovesickness..."

 “That’s right.”

The fat man explained with a smile: "But besides that, there is another important detail that you may not know. In ancient times, dices were mostly made of cow bones. Usually, the thick parts of the cow bones were cut into squares with six sides. Cut out the corresponding points to make a dice. The red dots and four dots on the dice seem to be red beans penetrating into the bones. Therefore, the last line of the poem is called "Love in the bones. Do you know?" The double entendre makes a lot of sense!"

"oh?"

　　The female commentator laughed, "I thought 'lovesick to the bone' was just a description, but I didn't expect it was a pun. It really made me feel 'red beans to the bone'."

“I don’t think you two fully understand this poem yet.”

The only rational and thin anchor in the live broadcast room who has not fallen for Lin Zhibai smiled and said: "Otherwise, you two would not have been commenting on the last two sentences of this poem."

 “We don’t understand?”

 The female commentator and the fat man were obviously not convinced. They felt that the first two sentences were incomparable with the last two sentences, so they didn't mention it.

"hehe."

Shouzi explained: "Didn't you just keep saying that this poem is a pun? Is there a possibility that the first two lines of this poem are also a pun?"

"What?"

The female commentator was stunned for a moment, then suddenly her eyes widened and she murmured:

“Lighting a lamp at the bottom of a well and holding a candle deep in the well…could it be…”

The fat man next to him suddenly slapped his thigh hard and said, "I understand!"

Seeing that the two of them seemed to understand, the thin man nodded and said: "Yes, light a lamp at the bottom of the well, Shen Zhuyi, which literally means lighting a lamp at the bottom of the well or something like that. It sounds like it is a bit unnecessary to talk about a past event, but [Shen Zhuyi] These three words Zhuyi are actually a pun homophonic to the meaning of [deep entreaty], which means to entrust affectionately. What is the entrustment? The answer is in the next sentence."

 There was a pause.

The thin man added: "Then the second sentence, Gonglang always plays chess, it sounds like the literal meaning is, ah, I will send you away, but don't forget that our chess game is not over, and we are still waiting for you to come back to continue playing chess. But in fact, the three words "Mo Go" really mean "Don't violate the deadline". It turns out that this is the content of the first sentence, the main perspective of the affectionate instructions, asking you not to violate the agreement between us, not to I forgot my return date."

 A pun!

Each sentence is a pun!

This poem simply uses the pun technique to a superb level!

With the puns in the entire poem, we pay attention to everything, advance layer by layer, and deepen step by step. Finally, the endless lingering, affectionate and graceful farewell is vividly expressed, and at the same time, the image of a smart, intelligent, and affectionate woman emerges vividly on the page. !

 Audiences from all continents were dumbfounded!

 “Poof!”

“I feel that the first two sentences are ordinary and the writing is a little off-beat, but it actually has such a profound meaning!?”

 “I’m sorry, I’m uneducated!”

“This pun is full of cleverness. A poem actually vividly portrays the image of the woman in Kongshan who is waiting for her husband to return!”

“Originally I thought the last two sentences were amazing, but now I realize that the four sentences are awesome!”

“The key is to control the style with ease. You must know that Lin Zhibai’s last poem was so bold and bold, but this one writes a poem from a woman’s perspective!”

 This poem is written from a woman’s perspective.

The author Wen Tingyun, also known as Feiqing, was a master of male poetry in the Tang Dynasty. His style was so gentle, delicate and full of spirituality that he had a great influence on the development of later poetry. He was even called the "originator of flowers"!

 Huajian style is a style.

It can also be said that this is the style created by Wen Tingyun himself. His poems mostly write about flowers under the moon and the romance between women, forming the style of Huajian poems characterized by beauty, fragrance and softness, so it is called "Huajian". The originator of the "pai", with this skill, the group of poets in the late Tang Dynasty could not beat him, let alone his own poetic talent, which has been recognized by thousands of years of history. I believe everyone who has gone to school knows Wen Feiqing's " The sound of chickens in Maodian and the moon, the frost on Banqiao and the song of Bodhisattva "The hills overlap and the golden light is extinguished".

 This is the beauty of both poetry and poetry!

Of course, in the eyes of audiences from all over the world, Lin Zhibai also has such an image of "poetry and lyrics". No one even dares to say whether his poetry or lyrics are more powerful, because he performed so well in both projects. !

 “This round is also stable!”

 “In other words, there is only the last round left!?”

“If Lin Zhibai can maintain his level in the last round, then he will really set a record of seven consecutive championships!”

 “Really, one person can destroy an entire continent!”

 Whether this round is stable or not is not up to the audience.

 But anyone with a little bit of aesthetic knowledge knows that Lin Zhibai must be the best in this round!

Several other poets, including Yun Kaiyue, their works can only be considered excellent, but they cannot reach the level of astonishment like Lin Zhibai!

 And the result is just as expected.

When the host read out the results of the second round, Lin Zhibai once again took the first place and continued to be far ahead!

 In fact.

When everyone listened to the host reading Lin Zhibai's thoughtful poem, they already had a premonition of the ending.

They are all top poets, so they naturally know how exquisite the design of this poem is. They have used their dazzling skills to the extreme to highlight one thing, which is as light as weight!

“President Lin, I’m withdrawing too.”

 The first place in the second round was Lin Zhibai, and the second place was Yun Kaiyue. Only these two people could advance to the third round finals.

 The remaining four poets, including Xia Xinyi, will all be eliminated.

Although Xia Xinyi's ranking is not bad, ranking fourth, she almost helped Qizhou win a bronze medal.

But obviously, the Qizhou audience doesn’t care much about the bronze medal now, because they all know that as long as Lin Zhibai continues to suppress Yun Kaiyue, there will be another gold medal in the next round!

 …

Xia Xinyi was eliminated and left with a smile, because Lin Zhibai would continue to fight until he won.

There were three Chuzhou poets who were eliminated with her, but what appeared in the camera were three bitter faces.

“Do you think Teacher Yun Kaiyue can withstand the pressure and help Chuzhou win a gold medal?”

 The reporter blocked the three people.

The poet on the left looked back at the stage and subconsciously said: "How can we win?"

The poet on the right said angrily: "This is a fight between Qi and Chu. If you ask for foreign aid, you have forgotten the original intention!" The poet in the middle looked like he had eaten coptis, and kept waving his hands: "Don't ask... don't ask..."

 Very interesting scene.

More than one participating scholar has criticized this foreign aid system during interviews with reporters, which is tantamount to slapping his own Chuzhou in the face!

 Just because Lin Zhibai is too scary!

 It’s so scary that everyone who meets Lin Zhibai doesn’t have a good competition experience!

It is true that these intellectuals represented Chuzhou in the competition because they wanted to bring glory to the state, but they also did it for themselves.

As a result, everyone was made to look like a clown by Lin Zhibai. They were embarrassed on stage. Who would be happy if he was replaced?

  The official side doesn’t want to give it away, okay?

Similarly not happy is Yun Kaiyue, who has entered the finals.

There were so many people in the previous two rounds that Yun Kaiyue didn't think there was any problem, but it wasn't until he entered the finals to face Lin Zhibai that he realized how much pressure he faced!

 Sweating profusely!

Especially recalling Lin Zhibai’s performance in the first two rounds and even the first six days of the fight, Yun Kaiyue felt even more numb...

In Zhaozhou's poetry competition, he met his peers one after another. When he came to Qi Chuwen Dou, he met Lin Zhibai, and he didn't know who he was after only two rounds!

“Is Yun Kaiyue under such great pressure? The most talented person in Zhaozhou?”

Li Bai was watching the game in the audience and noticed that Yun Kaiyue's face looked strange, and he suddenly felt a little gloating about his misfortune. He had played against Lin Zhibai before.

 From Go to couplets.

 Only those who have faced Lin Zhibai know how terrifying that feeling of oppression is!

 “Okay, the break is over.”

 After the second round, there was a ten-minute break and the game continued.

The host said: "Everyone must be curious now about what the topic of the third round of our poetry project is. In fact, there are no very rigid topic requirements in the third round. Teachers Lin Zhibai and Yun Kaiyue just need to create to their heart's content and express themselves at this moment. It just feels good.”

  This means that two players are required to improvise!

 But improvisation itself is a topic, because the content of the poem you want to write cannot be completely unrelated to the things in front of you...

Yun Kaiyue took a deep breath, there is still a chance!

 He has a poem about mountain climbing that he has been keeping at the bottom of his box, waiting for the right opportunity to use it today.

 And this round is an opportunity. At this time, on the empty mountain, the use of this poem will not be abrupt. If you win, it will be a desperate comeback!

Thinking of this.

Yunkai Yue Swish Swish wrote a poem:

The upper wall stands Qianxun, and the following peaks are the deepest in order. Wu Wu Lan Yu chants to himself, white clouds and flowing water are in my heart at this moment.

"oh?"

The host said: "Teacher Yun Kaiyue took the lead in completing the creation. This is a song of mountain climbing..."

Hike a mountain?

Lin Zhibai raised his eyebrows. He also planned to write about mountain climbing.

 Because there is only one song at this time, which is most suitable for the occasion and can make all the audience remember me completely!

 Take a deep breath.

 Lift up the pen.

With a breath of breath, Lin Zhibai wrote three words in running script:

Looking at the mountains!

 This is an empty mountain.

Lin Zhibai actually wrote "Wangkong Mountain" more appropriately for the occasion.

But Lin Zhibai didn't want to change it. He just wanted to write about Mount Tai. Firstly, it was because Du Fu wrote about Mount Tai in the original version. Secondly, don't forget that Lin Zhibai was from Qinzhou, and Mount Tai was in Qinzhou. Although he was from Qinzhou, There are foreign aids from China, but here I pay tribute to Mount Tai in my hometown. No one will criticize me harshly. With this idea in mind, Lin Zhibai wrote the text of this poem:

 How is Dai Zongfu doing? Qilu is still young. 】

The camera quickly zoomed in, and every stroke of Lin Zhibai's strokes was captured clearly. The photographer seemed to want to show every detail of the calligraphy god's strokes from this close-up shot.

 “Daizong?”

 “This is written about Daizongshan!?”

 “Isn’t Daizong the Mount Tai of Qinzhou?”

 The three explanations in the live broadcast room were analyzed with everyone, and at this time Lin Zhibai wrote two more paragraphs:

　　【The clock of creation is beautiful, the yin and yang are separated by the dusk. 】

The female commentator said: "The general meaning of this sentence is that the magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery here, and the mountains to the south and north separate morning and dusk..."

 The words are not finished yet.

 Lin Zhibai wrote two more sentences.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ifies in the swell of the chest, Zeng Yun is born; 】

The female commentator did not realize what it meant for a while, but the fat man explained immediately: "Layers of white clouds washed away the ravines in the chest, and the returning birds flew into the eye sockets of the scenery. To put it simply, the poet saw the white clouds floating and saw the birds. Flying into the valley, my mind feels so open.”

These sentences are sometimes vague and sometimes clear to the audience.

And through explanation and translation, combined with everyone’s writing skills, it can be understood in just one click!

 The last two sentences.

Lin Zhibai wrote very slowly: [Will be the best...]

The female commentator rushed to translate: "Everyone should be able to understand this sentence, that is, I must climb to the top of the mountain..."

Fatty smiled and explained: "To put it more domineeringly, I must stand at the top!"

After the words fell, Lin Zhibai wrote the last sentence:

【List of small hills! 】

The entire live broadcast room fell silent for an instant. The fat man and the female commentator stopped competing for words. They stared blankly at Lin Zhibai's poem. A majestic and majestic feeling rushed over their faces, so that their hearts beat faster and the hair all over their bodies... The blood vessels are stretched!

“You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains and small mountains…”

Looking at the explanation of the most rational thin man in the live broadcast room, he first muttered this sentence, and the next moment he suddenly exclaimed:

“Sir, you are comparing yourself to Mount Tai, I admire you!”

This sentence is too arrogant and domineering, and at the same time the artistic value is too high!

The most important thing is that the person who wrote this poem is Lin Zhibai. Since he participated in the Qi Chu Wen Dou, he has shown great talent, crushing top opponents in different events along the way. It can be said that he responded to his last sentence:

List of small hills!

 At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked by the momentum of this poem!

 (End of this chapter)