Do you know that it starts with Meng Tong?

And Vice President Lu Zhe's "Summer Tour to Slender West Lake": "Slender West Lake, West Lake is thin, there are lotuses in Slender West Lake. There are toads on the lotus, and they jump when you poke them."

After admiring the masterpieces of these young people, Wei Chen was speechless and could only look up to the sky and sigh: They are all damn talented people!

However, there was a poem by Sheng Changfeng that made Wei Chen's eyes light up: "A dog and a magpie in a field, half a pot of tea in the hills. Sipping tea and planting grass, little gods with nothing to do."

Although the language of this little poem is simple, it is lively and interesting.

It can be seen from this that Sheng Changfeng is still very talented in poetry, at least much better than Han Yuan and others. Wei Chen said that Sheng Changfeng should be the president of Haitang Poetry Club!

Of course, Wei Chen thinks Sheng Changfeng's poems are good, but only in a relative sense, he is a taller one from a short one.

With the level of the four people from the Haitang Poetry Club, if they really wanted to compete in a poetry meeting, they would be beaten to the bottom in a matter of minutes.

Wei Chen was previously

When Sheng Changfeng deceived him into Haitang Poetry Club, he wasn't very angry, he just found it interesting. Only now did he realize what kind of pig teammates he had gotten into.

It's like letting Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai lead a group of brats into a group fight!

Wei Chen subconsciously ignored that he was actually a little kid himself, not much older than Sheng Changfeng and the others.

In the quiet private room, Wei Chen looked troubled, Sheng Changbai's face was also uncertain, and in the corner, there were four little kids shivering, hugging each other for warmth.

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In a blink of an eye, it was time for the poetry meeting to officially begin. When Wei Chen and everyone from the Haitang Poetry Club came to the open-air platform on the second floor of the boat, they couldn't help but sigh.

Yangzhou is worthy of being one of the largest gold-selling caves on the Big Thursday, along with Bianjing, Lin'an, and Jiangning. The bustling scene on this painting boat has already made Wei Chen dizzy.

I saw nearly a hundred people gathered on the huge platform. The platform was divided into ten sections according to the poetry club. Everyone sat in the designated area. There was a low table in front of them with some drinks and snacks on it.

At this time, members of the major poetry societies were gathering together, discussing the formation after the poetry meeting began.

Among Wei Chen's group, only Sheng Changbai looked a little more mature, while the remaining five were more immature than the other. This strange combination naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Some people are curious: "Which poetry club are they from? Why are they so unfamiliar? I have never seen them in the academy before?"

Some people said casually: "Probably a descendant of some family who brought him to see the world?"

Suddenly, someone pointed at Wei Chen and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't that the brother who wrote "One-Character Poetry"? He is also among them!"

We came here on the same ferry as Wei Chen.

"What's a "One-Word Poem"?" people around asked curiously.

"On the ferry when we came here, he was like this, like this..."

This man briefly narrated what happened on the ferry and recited Wei Chen's "One-Character Poetry", which attracted the admiration of the people around him. When he looked at Wei Chen again, his eyes were a little more solemn.

Wei Chen and his party walked for a while and saw a nameplate with the word "Haitang" hanging on a wooden pole. They knew they had found the right place and took their seats.

Although Haitang Poetry Club is small and unknown, it actually occupies a large area on the platform like other poetry clubs, which surprised Wei Chen.

He couldn't help but look at the people in the poetry club beside him, and finally his eyes fell on Han Yuan, the leader.

I'm afraid Han Yuan's background is not simple.

Wei Chen was thinking to himself when he suddenly heard a sudden silence in the venue, and then a thick ancient voice came out. It turned out to be Zhao Luosheng, the organizer and judge of this year's Huafang Poetry Competition, speaking.

Zhao Luosheng was also a well-known figure among the scholars in Yangzhou. He looked around for a week, coughed and said: "Since everyone is here, let's start!"

As soon as Zhao Luosheng finished speaking, student representatives from Yangzhou Fu School came forward to introduce the rules of the poetry meeting.

"My Excellency, Feng Hanzhang, is a caterer in the government school. Please be polite."

Feng Hanzhang graciously bowed to everyone in the audience, and then talked eloquently: "This poetry meeting is composed of poetry clubs. Each poetry club will draw up the order of appearance. Two poems will be competed. The loser will retire, and the winner will Those who stay on the stage wait for the other side to continue sending people to fight."

"Okay, that's the rule. I think you all already know it, so I won't repeat it again."

Feng Hanzhang paused and said in a deep voice: "I will announce that the first session of the Huafang Poetry Club will be between Canglang Poetry Society and Haitang Poetry Society!"

Chapter 85 The Hope of the Village

"Canglang Poetry Society versus Haitang Poetry Society?"

In the venue, after hearing the list of the first round, all the scholars immediately started talking.

Of course they have heard of the name of Canglang Poetry Club. This is a poetry club established by students from Yangzhou Fu School.

The members of the Canglang Poetry Club are all outstanding scholars in the government, including Feng Hanzhang, a young and promising Linshan student who is also well-known in Yangzhou Prefecture.

But where did this Haitang Poetry Club... come from?

In the audience, Han Yuan took a deep breath, winked at Lu Zhe and encouraged him: "Brother Lu, you will come first in a moment!"

Lu Zhe nodded solemnly. Han Yuan had already made arrangements in the private room just now, and he would take the lead.

The reason for this arrangement is also very simple, because Lu Zhe is the worst in talent and learning. This is a bit like Tian Ji's horse racing. Let Lu Zhe test his opponent's strength.

Anyway, Lu Zhe will not have any impact on the outcome of the poetry meeting, so it is most appropriate to use him as a touchstone.

Of course, this is just an arrangement made by a few members of the Haitang Poetry Society. In the eyes of Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, the four of them have almost the same talent and learning. No matter how they arrange their troops, the result will only be a disastrous defeat.

No matter how good the poem is, at least the courage of these four people to dare to fight is still very commendable.

Lu Zhe, who was willing to be cannon fodder, suddenly stood up amidst the encouragement of his friends, with a determined look on his face, and walked slowly into the field with crab steps.

The person who faced off against Lu Zhe was named Zheng Tao, who was one of the key members of the Canglang Poetry Society.

When Zheng Tao first saw that his opponent was a yellow-mouthed boy, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart. But when he felt the wind blowing in Lu Zhe's body, the aura of a strong man who would never return once he was gone, he felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be someone's prodigy?

Zheng Tao's eyes gradually became serious, and he stopped looking down on Lu Zhe.

The first competition was about military poetry.

Zheng Tao seemed to have been prepared. He pondered for a moment and composed a poem, then looked at Lu Zhe opposite.

Lu Zhe held it in for a long time. His face turned red and his neck was thick from holding it in, but he still managed to compose a poem.

But the quality of this poem... Even Lu Zhe himself was embarrassed to say it out loud.

You can understand just by looking at the weird smiles on the faces of the people around you.

In this first game, Zheng Tao naturally won.

Although Lu Zhe came up with the intention of becoming cannon fodder, being eliminated as soon as he came on the field still made him feel shameless and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Lu Zhe secretly glanced at the judges' table on the high platform, and then returned to his seat in a gray manner.

Zhao Luosheng couldn't help but sigh secretly when he saw this. Few people in Yangzhou City knew that this Lu Zhe was his grandson.

It's a pity that although this Lu Zhe has his bloodline, he hasn't inherited even the slightest bit of his literary talent.

After Lu Zhe, Haitang Poetry Society successively sent three generals: Wang Zhang, Han Yuan, and Sheng Changfeng.

No matter how you say it, Zheng Tao is a serious government student. With that in mind, how can he compare to Sheng Changfeng, a kid like Sheng Changfeng who has never even passed the junior college entrance examination?

The result was of course no surprise. Zheng Tao eliminated all three of them without much effort, completing the feat of one through four. Even Zheng Tao himself couldn't believe it.

The Haitang Poetry Society collapsed so quickly that it was even gloriously defeated.

, beyond the expectations of everyone present.

After a brief silence, uncontrollable low laughter could be heard from time to time.

Sheng Changfeng, who had just been defeated, heard the cynicism from the people around him, and his face suddenly turned red. He lowered his head and retreated to the audience, feeling ashamed to see Mr. Jiang Dong again.

Seeing that Haitang Poetry Club was about to become the laughing stock of all the scholars in the room, Sheng Changbai finally appeared.

Just listen to Sheng Changbai chanting slowly: "The white feathers are as frosty as they come out of the cold weather. Hu Feng keeps picking up Chang'an. The top of the city is covered by the moonlight of the Western Mountains. How many soldiers are waiting to see it."

The first two sentences describe the emergency on the border, the military situation is severe, and the rhythm is fast and tense. The last two sentences turn from war to lyrical, vigorous and majestic, and the artistic conception is profound.

Just because Sheng Changbai doesn't deliberately sing about the wind and moonlight on weekdays doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to do it. Once Sheng Changbai gets serious, few of his peers can match her in poetry.

This song "Song on the Fortress" made everyone in the venue clap and applaud.

On the high platform, the three judges headed by Zhao Luosheng unanimously decided that Sheng Changbai won.

After Zheng Tao regretted his defeat, Canglang Poetry Society sent another key member of the society, but he still lost to Sheng Changbai.

Haitang Poetry Club had been defeated by Zheng Tao before, and was already recognized as a team. However, a powerful figure like Sheng Changbai suddenly jumped out of nowhere. He stopped the decline as soon as he came up, and in turn, he was defeated by Zheng Tao. The level fluctuated greatly, like a roller coaster. Everyone just felt confused.

In the audience, seeing how brave his second brother was, Sheng Changfeng and his friends were so excited that they danced with excitement, their eyes shining brightly, expecting Sheng Changbai to avenge their shame.

At this time, the next question is announced.

When Sheng Changbai saw the title, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he secretly exclaimed that something was wrong. It turned out that the title of this episode was a poem about a relationship between a friend and a friend.

The so-called boudoir poems mainly express the sadness of missing the wife, or the emotions of a girl's love for her spring.And this is exactly what Sheng Changbai is least good at.

If Sheng Changbai had this talent, he wouldn't have changed the names of the maids in the study to Yanghao and Langhao.

After all, Sheng Changbai is just a straight man. How can he write the delicate and pitiful tone of a poem about boudoir?

As a result, after Sheng Changbai defeated the two people from the Canglang Poetry Club, he was ultimately defeated.

In the blink of an eye, only Wei Chen was left in the Haitang Poetry Society. Wei Chen seemed to be the hope of the whole village, and all the pressure was on him.

Sheng Changfeng and Han Yuan were so anxious that their palms were sweating. Wei Chen himself was very calm. He stood up slowly and raised his hands to Zhao Luosheng: "Old sir, please give me a question."

Zhao Luosheng smoothed his beard, glanced at Wei Chen, and said with a faint smile: "The name of your poetry club is Haitang, so we took Haitang as the title, how about that?"

With Begonia as the theme?

Wei Chen was slightly surprised when he heard this.

According to common sense, when people in a poetry club recite poems and sing harmony, the first choice is the name of the club, such as Haitang Poetry Club. The word "Haitang" must have been recited badly by the club members.

Did Zhao Luosheng choose Haitang as the title because he was afraid that the Haitang Poetry Society would lose badly, so he deliberately helped to reduce the difficulty?

Wei Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

It's a pity that Zhao Luosheng didn't know that Wei Chen only joined the Haitang Poetry Club today and had never participated in the activity of reciting Haitang.

Fortunately, Wei Chen had enough stock in his belly. He held it in one hand, walked a few steps, and then slowly chanted: "There is a heavy layer of new green among the branches, Xiaolei hides it deeply."

Count the reds, cherish your beauty and don’t vomit it lightly, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze. "

"Okay, let's teach Tao Li to make a spring breeze!"

Zhao Luosheng was already in his sixties, and his beard and hair were all white. Hearing Wei Chen's poem, he immediately stood up and stroked his long beard. Learn from Begonia, but be careful not to be like a peach or plum!"

"Students, please obey your teacher's teachings." All the students in the audience bowed their heads and said yes. Many of them were students in the government and had always treated Zhao Luosheng as a teacher.