at this time.
Twenty minutes of creation time just ended!
Inside the ten pavilions.
The literati had different expressions.
Some were confident, some were nervous, some sighed, and some were helpless. The results of their exams seemed to be clearly visible on their faces.
in.
The seventh pavilion.
Shu Ziwen has recovered, with a faint smile on his face and a handsome and elegant demeanor. He seems to have forgotten the unpleasantness of being despised by Xianyu before.
The tenth pavilion.
Hua Weiming was wearing a long gown, standing with his hands behind his back, looking proud, and the aura of a literary master was evident at a glance!
Judges' seat.
An Long said solemnly: "Please ask all the masters of the pavilions to circulate it among each other first. Those who feel inferior can voluntarily withdraw."
Suddenly.
The various pavilions circulated each other's works amid the hustle and bustle.
During the process of circulating the poems, everyone looked at the poems written by others in the pavilion. Some sighed, some looked surprised, some looked hesitant, and some praised them...
“Good poem!”
“Good word!”
"I'm showing off my ugliness!"
"Admit it!"
“I’m ashamed of myself!”
"Great article, brother!"
"You don't understand my poem!"
“There’s a story behind this!”
Some people in each pavilion were praising each other commercially, while others were arguing with others, seemingly thinking they were better. In the end, not many pavilions voluntarily withdrew, and the vast majority chose to let the judges decide. Some of them were lucky. After all, poetry has a certain degree of idealism, and everyone has his own understanding. Unless it is a pure crushing of the level, the difference between good and bad is not always so obvious. It is for this reason that the Poetry Conference invites so many judges!
certainly.
There are also undisputed winners.
For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone praised Shu Ziwen's work;
For example, in the tenth pavilion, everyone bowed to Hua Weiming, looking ashamed and willing to admit defeat;
For example, the third pavilion...
There are some excellent ones.
Even those who are moderate have it.
After confirming the list of those who voluntarily withdrew, the organizers finally arranged for staff to collect the poems of the literati and invited eight judges to judge the poems of the major pavilions.
At this time.
Someone noticed that the judge He Qinghuan had not returned to his seat yet. He was still standing next to Xianyu, looking like a...
sculpture
Judge Yu Chang couldn't help but remind him, "Teacher He Qinghuan, it's time for us to judge the poems!"
He Qinghuan didn't move.
As if he didn't hear it.
Judge Qin Xiaotian frowned, feeling a little strange, and then asked, "Teacher He Qinghuan?"
He Qinghuan still didn't move.
He stared at Xianyu's poem closely.
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but look at each other, and then talked aloud, wondering why He Qinghuan had become so strange.
"Teacher He Qinghuan!"
The staff simply ran over and called him, which made He Qinghuan...
Wake up
That's right.
Just wake up.
He seemed to be possessed by a demon, and only came to his senses after being reminded by the staff. He looked back at the judges and writers in a daze.
Opened his mouth.
He Qinghuan seemed to want to speak, but suddenly seemed to think of something, and walked towards the judges' seat while smiling:
"Ha ha ha ha… "
His laughter grew louder and louder, and when he returned to the judges' seat, his laughter had already taken on a hint of madness.
Is this crazy
Several judges looked at He Qinghuan in astonishment.
The literati's eyes were filled with deep confusion.
What did Xianyu do to make He Qinghuan behave so abnormally
Obviously.
He Qinghuan's strangeness is related to Xianyu.
He read the poem that Xianyu had just written, and then he became like this.
Live broadcasts are very good at creating suspense.
From beginning to end, the camera never shot any poem directly.
…
Don't talk about the scene at this time.
Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt puzzled.
"What happened to Teacher He Qinghuan?"
"What on earth did Xianyu write?"
"I feel like something is wrong with him after he read what Xianyu wrote."
"Never mind that, the selection has begun."
"Just now, everyone in the Tenth Pavilion was praising Hua Weiming's work. It made me very curious!"
"Shu Ziwen also seems to have written an amazing poem."
"I will read it soon."
"Why doesn't He Qinghuan sit down?"
“Got it, got it!”
"The top two in the first pavilion are out!"
After discussion among several judges, the winning work for the first pavilion was soon selected.
The literati are excited!
The audience was excited!
Everyone no longer cared about He Qinghuan's strangeness, and only had endless expectations in their hearts!
"The theme of the first pavilion is, Love!"
The so-called love is a word that people cannot avoid, no matter in ancient and modern times.
There are many famous works in ancient and modern times on such topics. It is definitely not unfamiliar or difficult to write about, and it is easy to produce excellent works.
at the moment.
There have indeed been some excellent works.
Judge An Long looked amazed and said, "The winners are Bian Huan and Chun Zheng. Now, let's invite our reciter to present Bian Huan's masterpiece to everyone!"
This is a poetry conference.
The program team specially invited several highly skilled reciters to recite various wonderful works that emerged from the poetry conference!
The judges' voices fell.
One of the reciters took the poem and began to recite it with full emotion, perfectly presenting the poet's emotions.
"The spring rain is about to stop, the sky is pale and the stars are far away. The waning moon is bright, and I shed tears at dawn. Although the words are soft, the feelings are not over. Looking back, I still remember the green silk skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere."
moment!
The literati burst into applause!
The live broadcast room was full of climaxes!
"good!"
“This poem is amazing!”
"The first pavilion is well-deserved to be the champion!"
"This is Blue Star's top literary event. It really didn't disappoint. The first song was such a blast!"
"Teacher Bianhuan yyds!"
"I have read the masterpiece of Mr. Bian Huan. He and his wife are very affectionate and have written many love poems for each other. This one is not the best. I suggest you search for "Wanderer". I personally think that poem is better than this one!"
“Very touching!”
"There's more to come."
“The second song is out!”
Following an exclamation, the reciter began to read the second poem in the first pavilion, which was also a rare and excellent work.
then.
The third pavilion!
The fourth pavilion!
The fifth pavilion!
Among the ten major pavilions built in Lushan Mountain, two best poems were selected for each pavilion, which can be said to be a brilliant literary work!
This is a carnival for literati!
It was also a carnival for the audience!
Countless poetry lovers are extremely excited!
Especially at the seventh pavilion, the poem written by Shu Ziwen won applause from the whole audience, and the judge An Long even couldn't help but stand up and read the poem himself!
"ah!"
"Shu Ziwen is so handsome!"
"You are worthy of being my idol!"
"No wonder the Seventh Pavilion praised Shu Ziwen so much before. I feel that Shu Ziwen will become famous today, and his status in the literary world will rise sharply in the future!"
"I thought they were just blowing each other's whistle in the business!"
"I didn't expect them to be so awesome. Xianyu, do you know who Shu Ziwen is now? "
"A bunch of big guys, a fight between gods!"
"With them, our Blue Star literary world will flourish!"
"We're almost at the tenth pavilion!"
"The tenth pavilion, is it Hua Weiming's poem?"
"Boy, it's a word!"
"Hua Weiming wrote it, it's "Ru Meng Ling"!"
"Teacher Hua Weiming wrote more than one song of "Ru Meng Ling" in his early years. He is very good at this format. I wonder how this one is?"
Under discussion.
The results of the tenth pavilion are announced!
Hua Weiming won the championship of the tenth pavilion without any suspense. His poem "Ru Meng Ling" brought the poetry competition to its greatest climax!
This poem won unanimous praise from the seven judges!
Why seven
Because He Qinghuan seemed a little out of shape.
There was a lot of revelry at the scene, and the applause was like waves, one after another, like a tsunami, but he was indifferent and even wanted to laugh.
The audience has ignored him.
The literati no longer paid attention to He Qinghuan's strangeness.
Everyone already had some vague guesses about He Qinghuan's abnormality.
Everyone thought that He Qinghuan was in a bad mood.
Because Xianyu is from Qinzhou, and He Qinghuan is also from Qinzhou.
However, Xianyu has now withdrawn from the competition, and Qinzhou has lost a great general. The limelight of this poetry conference is almost all focused on Zhaozhou!
Zhao Zhou’s poetry is indeed flourishing!
The literati and the audience in the live broadcast room were completely immersed in Hua Weiming's "Ru Meng Ling"!
"really!!"
"The top bosses always appear last!"
"If the top ten pavilions compete, Teacher Hua Weiming will be ranked first in this round, and Shu Ziwen can be ranked second!"
“But the others aren’t bad either.”
“Basically every pavilion has a stunning masterpiece!”
"That's why!"
"What are you pretending to be?"
"He is really not qualified to be a judge."
"Now that you mention it, I remember that Xianyu is still here. Hahahahahaha, he's probably going to shut himself in now. The literary world doesn't care if you're some kind of Qu Daddy or not. In the literary world, you speak with poetry. Now he dares to compare himself to Dapeng and even claims that he can be a teacher!?"
Fans of the literati are fighting back!
Many people can’t stand envious fish!
As for the neutrals, they were very satisfied with the quality of the works at the poetry conference and did not mention Xianyu again.
For a while.
Those who support Xianyu feel aggrieved and angry!
They had to admit that the writers at the poetry competition were indeed talented. Even the harsh and picky judges expressed strong recognition of these poems.
but…
But in their hearts they were unwilling to admit that Xianyu lost!
One of Xianyu's fans angrily said, "Which of these poems is better than the one Xianyu criticized the writers for reciting earlier?"
"You seem to have some problems with your comprehension."
A fan of a certain writer laughed: "This is a poem with a given theme. The writers are restricted in their creative scope, which is like dancing with shackles on. How can free creation be compared with this? If you are talking about on-the-spot writing, I trust the writers' judgment more. Xianyu's poem was written in advance. Of course, he knew that the writers would question him. I don't think he is a fool to have such a status today. Besides, he has the momentum to compare himself to the roc, but can he show his ability to soar to the sky in the literary world? If not, wouldn't the poem become pure self-boasting and self-promotion, which is even more embarrassing?"
Depend on!
Xianyu’s fans are going to be furious!
Someone said: "Don't you know that poetry creation is meant to be artistically processed?"
The literati's fans were sarcastic: "It turns out that it's not really awesome, it's just artistic processing. Is this a confession?"
The fans of the literati were also unhappy before.
Xianyu criticized countless literati, and at one point the entire audience was silent.
At that time, the fans of the writers were already feeling depressed, so of course they wanted to vent it out now!
…
For a while.
The scene and the live broadcast room were boiling!
Whether the literati won or lost in the first round, they were all smiling at this moment. After all, their opponents were really strong, and it was an honor to lose.
Besides, the first round does not represent the final result.
Everyone was criticized too harshly by Xianyu before, but now the literati have shown their real strength and lived up to everyone’s expectations. Of course, it’s worth being happy!
Shu Ziwen holds his head high!
Hua Weiming still stood with his hands behind his back!
When the applause and the noise gradually died down, and the judges were about to start the second round, Hua Weiming suddenly spoke:
"Wait a minute!"
Everyone laughed immediately.
Before the poetry competition, Hua Weiming said "Wait a minute" and attacked Xianyu, which directly influenced the public opinion and removed Xianyu from his position as a judge.
And at this moment.
He shouted "Wait a minute" again. Many people had already guessed his intention, and immediately countless gloating eyes looked in a certain direction in the distance.
The direction of the envious fish.
There are a lot of manuscript papers in front of Xianyu, and you can vaguely see words on them, and Xianyu is actually still writing!
This made many literati laugh out loud:
"Good fellow."
“That’s a lot of writing.”
"I'm afraid he's not satisfied with his own work, so he keeps trying again and again, and his mentality has become unbalanced."
"The pile of discarded manuscripts is quite spectacular."
“I don’t know if I’ve written a decent piece of work.”
"Seeing that he is still writing, it seems that he has not yet produced a satisfactory work."
"In fact, given his ability, it wouldn't be surprising even if he wrote it, but we are creating works based on assigned topics, and he is free to choose the topic and create freely. He is just trying to save face, but he doesn't know that he is losing face even more by doing so. Not to mention that he is still writing now, and it is obvious that he has not written any good works."
"hehe."
Do you really think we are fools? Don't you know he wants to take advantage in this way? Unfortunately, his cleverness backfired.
…
Amidst the discussions.
Director Huang looked at Hua Weiming with a headache: "What else do you want to say?"
Hua Weiming smiled and said, "Although my friend Xianyu has withdrawn from the competition, he seems unwilling to give up and is also trying to create. Since he can freely choose the topic, he should be able to write a good poem. Why don't we read it out for everyone to appreciate? The eighty writers here can serve as judges for him together with the teachers on the stage. Shouldn't he be qualified?"
Director Huang gritted his teeth.
In this situation, it would be meaningless for Xianyu to write a good poem, because there are good poems in all the pavilions.
Moreover, the major pavilions were created based on propositions.
Xianyu, on the other hand, is free to choose topics and has no restrictions on his creativity.
Under such circumstances, no matter how good the poems written by Xianyu were, the literati would never say anything good about them.
She just wanted to get the matter over with quickly.
Who would have thought that Hua Weiming would not give in.
It seems that Hua Weiming, this group of literati, and some people behind them really want to completely discredit Xianyu.
But she couldn't play deaf and dumb anymore.
With so many eyes staring at him and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, he could only turn his head away. Director Huang had said before that he would recite Xianyu's poems.
"Teacher Xianyu?"
As Director Huang spoke, her eyelids twitched slightly. Of course, she also saw that Xianyu was still writing.
It seems that he is mentally unbalanced.
Because he had been writing for nearly half an hour.
After all, he is a young man, and it is inevitable that he will be at a loss after suffering such a blow.
Director Huang sighed inwardly.
Shu Ziwen saw that the camera seemed to be scanning his position, and said lightly: "It seems that a long time has passed."
He is reminding the audience:
Xianyu not only had the freedom to choose the topic, but also exceeded the time limit for his creation.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
The audience who hated Xianyu immediately understood, and a comment floated by:
"Have you seen the scraps on that floor?"
“You haven’t finished writing in half an hour?”
"You have no inspiration for the free choice topic?"
"The ten major pavilions are all 20 minutes of propositional creation."
"Why are Xianyu's fans silent?"
"Keep on yelling."
Seeing that Xianyu was still writing, everyone thought that he had not produced a satisfactory work.
The manuscripts scattered all over the floor are the best proof; they must be Xianyu's discarded manuscripts.
…
Director Huang was calling me.
After hearing this, Lin Yuan put down his pen and looked at the poetry manuscripts scattered all over the floor. He was not sure how many poems he had written.
all in all.
That should be enough, right
Thinking of this, Lin Yuan put down his pen.
When everyone in the Yu Dynasty saw Lin Yuan put down his pen, they looked at each other and suddenly became dejected, with expressions that seemed to contain endless regret.
What a pity.
If only it had been longer.
“Look at those celebrities.”
Some literati laughed, and then all the literati laughed.
The reactions of the people in the Yu Dynasty further proved that Xianyu had run out of ideas.
Director Huang bit his lip and said, "Does Teacher Xianyu have any suitable manuscripts? You can choose your favorite reciter."
Poetry still needs to be read.
Lin Yuan looked at the group of reciters and shook his head.
“You didn’t write it down?”
Director Huang's voice was filled with disappointment. It was indeed like that.
Lin Yuan shook his head again and did not answer. He seemed a little tired. He rubbed his wrist and looked at the people of the Yu Dynasty:
“Is it in order?”
Everyone felt wronged: "There are too many, we can't sort them out, we only sorted out a small part."
"oh."
Lin Yuan didn't care: "Then just read randomly."
"I'll go first, don't rush!"
Sun Yaohuo simply picked up a small pile of what everyone considered to be “wasted manuscripts” and walked towards the first pavilion in silence.
This action stunned the whole audience.
What's the meaning
Did you write it down
Why did Sun Yaohuo bring over a small pile of scrap manuscripts
Bian Huan, who won the first place in the first pavilion, looked at Sun Yaohuo who suddenly came with a playful look, and his voice was full of a hint of sarcasm:
"Quality is not enough, quantity makes up for it?"
The literati laughed, and the live broadcast room was also filled with laughter.
Sun Yaohuo ignored everyone and just sat by the pavilion.
The camera is pointed at him.
Everyone stared at him.
After adjusting the microphone at his mouth, Sun Yaohuo's voice suddenly rang out:
"The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason! Each string and each pillar reminds me of my youth! Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies in the morning! King Wang placed his spring love on the cuckoo! The moon shines brightly over the sea, and the pearls shed tears! The sun shines warmly over Lantian, and the jade smokes! This feeling can be turned into a memory! But at that time... it was already! Lost!!"
Li Shangyin appears!
No advance planning!
There is no expressive voice like that of a reciter!
Sun Yaohuo's voice was filled with anger and hoarseness!
Especially the last three words, Sun Yaohuo almost gritted his teeth and spoke each word!
However, his anger and hoarseness, and the emphasis on each word, frightened the scholars in the First Pavilion as soon as he opened his mouth.
His voice seemed to echo!
Everyone felt the artistic conception and beauty of this poem, and subconsciously chewed on the words!
moment.
The literati in the first pavilion all opened their eyes wide and their pupils shrank!
at the same time.
The literati in other pavilions opened their mouths wide!
On the judges' panel.
The seven judges were stunned!
The eighth judge, He Qinghuan, was not surprised at all, but the wrinkles on his face were twisted together crazily, as if he was laughing and angry at the same time, and his hands were clenched tightly!
In the live broadcast room.
The audience's faces were filled with astonishment and shock. This is a perfect chapter that ordinary people can instantly understand the artistic conception of!
And in the center of the venue.
Director Huang’s expression was full of surprise!
Written out!
Xianyu really wrote it!
With love as the theme, this is a perfect love poem, which is far superior to Bianhuan!
The difference between candlelight and the bright moon!
The seventh pavilion.
Shu Ziwen was in a trance, and he said to himself: "It's just that I have the advantage of free choice of topic..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Sun Yaohuo's voice sounded again!
He had already put the first manuscript aside, and now he was reading the second manuscript:
"I go up to the west tower alone without saying a word, the moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong tree in the deep courtyard locks the autumn. It is the sorrow of parting that cannot be cut off or sorted out. There is a different kind of feeling in my heart."
The graceful style!
Nice to meet you!
This time it’s not poetry.
Just like the flat ring, the words are written!
Sun Yaohuo's voice was a little calmer than before.
However, his voice is still powerful, even though this poem does not need to be read aloud...
The second song!
Inexplicably.
The writer was covered with goose bumps!
Shu Ziwen swallowed the rest of his words!
Several judges began to feel restless and twisted their buttocks, as if the chairs under their buttocks were a little prickly
He Qinghuan stood there, looking at the judges.
He really wanted to know how long they dared to sit there!
He won't sit!
Because he doesn't dare!
Because he feels he is unworthy!
This is why he was reluctant to sit down after returning from Xianyu!
Live broadcast room.
The barrage of comments had quietly quieted down since I don't know when.
Director Huang did not look at Sun Yaohuo again, but turned around and looked at Lin Yuan who had a calm face!
Could it be…
A terrible guess suddenly emerged in Director Huang's mind!
"A Plum Blossom!"
Sun Yaohuo spoke for the third time without pausing:
"The fragrance of the red lotus leaves fades, and the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and go on the orchid boat alone. Who sent the brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building. The flowers are drifting and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, it has just left my brow, but it is still on my heart."
Are you going to die or not
It was as if a beast was roaring in his heart: "Magpie treads on the branch!"
In the stunned eyes of the scholars, Sun Yaohuo spoke for the fourth time:
"The chrysanthemums on the railings are sad in the smoke, and the orchids are weeping in the dew. The curtains are cold, and the swallows fly away in pairs. The bright moon knows nothing of the pain of separation. The slanting light shines through the red door until dawn. Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed the high building alone, looking at the road to the end of the world. I want to send a piece of colored paper and a piece of white paper. I don’t know where the mountains and rivers are. "
Swish.
Some people began to raise their hands, as if they wanted to cover their heads!
Sun Yaohuo looked at the camera, and this time he spoke directly without even reading the title: "The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world. Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I can't help but look back at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love between two people is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night!"
Love poem!
Love poem!
Still a love poem!
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and the smile and fragrance are gone. I have searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I look back and he is there, in the dim light!"
Not dead yet!
Sun Yaohuo looked in the direction of Lin Yuan and said, "I want to know you, and live long without end. Even if the mountains are gone, the rivers are dry, the winter thunders, the summer snows, and the heaven and earth merge, I will never break up with you!"
"six… "
Someone opened his mouth in disbelief but couldn't finish his words, as if he had completely lost his voice. This was already Xianyu's sixth love poem!
Every one!
They can shock the world!
But will shouting six be useful
Sun Yaohuo's eyes seemed to penetrate the camera, looking at all the viewers in the live broadcast room:
"The willows are green and the river is calm. I hear my lover singing on the river. The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. It is said that there will be no sunshine, but there is sunshine."
The seventh one!
Liu Yuxi goes to war!
Zhang Jiuling also looked at the moon and recalled the past:
"The moon is bright over the sea, and the world is sharing this moment. Lovers complain about the long night, and miss each other all night long. They put out the candles and feel pity for the full light, and feel the dew on their clothes. They cannot bear to give it to others, so they go back to sleep and dream of the good times."
It's quiet!
It seems like the whole world is silent!
This is only the eighth song, and you can’t do it
Sun Yaohuo took in the reactions of everyone in the Tenth Pavilion, but the rhythm of his poem reciting seemed to never stop: "Last year at this same time, the face of a man and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness. I don't know where the face of a man has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!"
Peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze!
I'm laughing at you!
Sun Yaohuo was more pleased than ever before:
"It is hard to meet and hard to leave. The east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. The silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies. The candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes. When I look in the mirror in the morning, I am worried about my gray hair. When I recite poems at night, I feel the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to Pengshan. The blue bird is eager to visit me."
The ninth one is here.
Can the tenth song be far behind
"You know I have a husband, so you gave me two pearls. I feel your affection for me, so I tied them to my red silk blouse. My house is full of tall buildings and gardens, and my beloved is holding a spear in the bright light. I know you are as devoted as the sun and the moon, and you swear to be with me through life and death. I return the pearls to you with tears in my eyes, and regret that we did not meet before I got married."
This is the tenth one!
There are ten people in the first pavilion!
Xianyu crushes ten people alone!
However, it is impossible for Xianyu to be satisfied with a one-on-ten fight today: "Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for Mount Wushan, all other clouds are but mounds. I am too lazy to look back at the flowers now, partly because of my cultivation and partly because of you."
Sun Yaohuo laughed!
If only there was wine!
He thought so, but he was still reading:
"The flowers in the forest have faded in spring, too quickly. There is nothing we can do but the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening. The rouge tears, the drunkenness we left behind, when will they come again? It is the nature of life that long regrets that the water flows eastward."
The eleventh one!
This is definitely not the end!
"The night sky is as cool as water, I sit and watch the Altair and Vega..."
"Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout in spring. I hope you can pick more of them, as they are the most nostalgic..."
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River..."
“… the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower…”
"The world may have its limits, but my longing for you is endless..."
"If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan..."
"A journey of mountains and rivers..."
"A lifetime, a generation, a pair of people, trying to make each other lose their souls..."
"Ten years of life and death, I can't forget you without thinking about you..."
"Since ancient times, sentimental people have been sad about separation, and it is even more unbearable to be left alone in the cold autumn! Where will I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Will I be by the willow bank, with the morning breeze and the waning moon? After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery will be nothing. Even if there are thousands of sentiments, who can I tell them to
“Searching and searching, cold and desolate, sad and miserable… How can I describe my sorrow in this situation with just one word!?”
Twenty-two songs!
Twenty-two love poems in total!
Sun Yaohuo finally stopped chanting!
on site.
It's already dead quiet!
There is a poem by Xianyu:
It's so cold, lonely, desolate and miserable!
How can the ten major pavilions in Lushan Mountain be described with just one word: sorrow
In the live broadcast room, the barrage is filled with exclamation marks!
It's already crazy!
The audience has no time to say too much!
No one could describe their feelings in words, everyone was horrified!
Suddenly.
A muffled sound rang out from heaven and earth!
That was thunder!
Knocking in everyone's heart!
The judges couldn't sit still any longer!
They got up, panicking as if their butts were on fire!
The next moment.
Raindrops fall to the earth.
Down vertically!
Down vertically!
It actually went down sideways!
It's so dense and intertwined!
…
There is a fire!
Raindrops cannot extinguish a fire.
Dazzling!
Hot!
Since when, everyone's eyes have turned to Xianyu.
Director Huang had been standing beside Lin Yuan since someone knew it. This powerful woman from the Literature and Art Association held an umbrella for him.
Xianyu's expression was calm.
Someone noticed that he was still rubbing his wrist.
The manuscript has been collected as soon as possible.
Sudden.
Jiang Kui smiled and said, "It's my turn."
Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Kui walked to the second pavilion.
"Are you ready?"
Different from Sun Yaohuo's anger, Jiang Kui smiled sweetly and said a few words, which shocked everyone in the second pavilion!
Unfortunately, this cannot stop Xianyu, just like they cannot stop this sudden rain!
"Don't you see!"
Jiang Kui stood in the pavilion, pointing at the sky: "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns... I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I spend all my money, I will get it back... I have a horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I will call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow..."
Li Bai!
Both poetry and lyrics are excellent!
Some of the allusions in the poems were deleted and modified by Lin Yuan to make them conform to the historical facts of Blue Star, but the essence of the content was fully retained, so Su Dongpo also appeared:
"The waves have washed away all the great men of the ages..."
“… fighting to cross the river, fighting to cross the river, startling a flock of gulls and herons…”
"The road to Shu is difficult, more difficult than ascending to heaven... One man guarding the pass is invincible among ten thousand men..."
"My hair is three thousand feet long, and my sorrow is as long as it..."
“… The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color…”
"Please do not talk about becoming a marquis. A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers..."
"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, the sword lights up the eight continents..."
The title is no longer important, the order has been directly disrupted, but the corresponding poem titles can be found in each pavilion!
Solved!
Solved!
Still solving the problem!
A perfect and precise introduction, poems that shocked the world. If this is the battle of the gods in the literary world, today is the twilight of the gods!
“It’s my turn!”
“It’s my turn!”
"I'm next!"
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The third pavilion.
"Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the work is done, leave, hiding your identity and name!"
"Those who left me, yesterday's day cannot be kept; those who disturbed my heart, today's day is full of worries... I want to reach up to the sky and embrace the bright moon..."
“The Yangtze River’s waves behind push forward the waves ahead…”
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The fourth pavilion.
"The flower path has never been swept for guests, the door is now open for you..."
“… The sunset is so beautiful, but it is almost dusk…”
“A good rain knows when to fall, and it comes in spring…”
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The seventh pavilion.
“… I wish I had a mansion with thousands of rooms, to shelter all the poor people in the world, and to make them happy, and to be as stable as a mountain in the face of wind and rain. Alas! When will I suddenly see such a house in front of me? I would be content even if I die of cold in my broken house!”
“A good rain knows when to fall, and it comes in spring…”
"The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke. From afar, I see a waterfall hanging in front of the river. The waterfall drops three thousand feet straight down, and I wonder if it is the Milky Way falling from the sky!"
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The tenth pavilion.
"Your body and name will perish, but the rivers and mountains will flow forever..."
"Eight hundred miles of roasted meat is distributed to the subordinates, and fifty strings play the music from beyond the Great Wall..."
“… All the past is gone, but the heroes of today are still to be seen!!”
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Fish Dynasty everyone is out!
They walked towards the ten major pavilions respectively!
Inside the pavilion!
They each recited!
The camera is switching like crazy!
Xianyu was participating in the poetry conference in his own way, but he didn't know that at this moment, he had already suppressed the literary world of Blue Star!
It seemed like an illusion.
Lin Yuan saw countless shadows dancing between the ten pavilions!
Someone is dancing to the sound of stringed instruments;
Some people act wildly after being drunk;
Some people eat delicious food with their breasts exposed;
Some people annotate the scriptures under the candlelight;
Some people walk on the road happily and carefree;
Some people were playing with swords and knives in the courtyard, and some were even enjoying sex in brothels...
Thousands of great men from the Celestial Empire throughout history have all come to this day!
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Thunder pierced the sky, rain fell with a rustling sound, and everyone was stunned. This scene will be forever engraved in the hearts of the world!
Pale!
Miserable green!
Pale red!
This is the expression of a scholar.
The judges placed their hands on the table, their lips trembling, but no one dared to say a word.
Just at this moment.
The tenth pavilion.
Xia Fan recited the last poem, the one hundred and ninety-ninth poem of the day, as if he was reciting it to the judges, to the literati, and to the audience: "If I don't speak first in spring, which insect dares to make a sound?"
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Lin Yuan stood up.
Towards the literati.
The literati were in the pavilion, but some of them stepped back unnaturally and were then drenched by the rain outside the pavilion.
"I am not as old as you."
"Poetry, you are not as good as me."
Plop!
Someone is being disrespectful!
Stagger and fall!
Shu Ziwen was trembling, Hua Weiming was trembling, the judges were trembling, the audience was trembling, everyone was trembling!
shock
Already numb!
The poetry competition has not ended yet, but it has already ended!
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Program team.
Tong Shuwen inexplicably came up with the name of this program.
It should not be called Lushan Poetry Conference, but Fish with You...
Linyuanxing!!!
Lin Yuan waved his hand: "My hands are a little sore, you guys continue to play the music and dance."
He is leaving.
I don’t want to be a judge, nor a contestant, let alone a champion.
But precisely because of this, no matter who is the champion of this poetry competition, it will become a joke.
Why not compete with everyone
At this moment, everyone had their own answer.
Sudden.
Director Huang asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Lin Yuan smiled and recited a poem as he walked. It happened to be the 200th poem that he had not finished today:
"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless."
"Nature is full of wonders, and yin and yang divide the day and night."
"My heart is filled with clouds, and my eyes are filled with returning birds."
“I will climb to the top of the mountain and see… all the mountains are small!”
When the last three words were spoken, Lin Yuan had already gone far away, followed by the people from the Yu Dynasty, leaving only his back to the scholar.
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ps: In the past few days, some people said that Wubai deliberately cut off the chapter to disgust the readers, but Wubai really tried his best with this number of words, so his mentality was a bit explosive, and he didn't even read the rest of the chapter and said that no author would deliberately disgust the readers. Then he finally finished writing this plot, 200 poems, which might be a little watery, but if it's not watery, someone will complain, xxx has no face, is it not worthy of you to write it, it's too difficult, brother Meng, considering that I have worked hard in the past few days, can you please ask for a monthly ticket (all the authors of Qidian will use the trick of selling misery)! By the way, let me explain to everyone why the protagonist is called Lin Yuan, it's because of the three characters Lin Yuan Xing, and the famous saying: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.