Chapter 706: Clouds Reflect Clothes and Flowers Reflect Beauty

Chen Ye frowned and looked at Ju Shanjing, feeling filled with the word "disgust" in his heart.

Jushan Jing stared at Chen Ye, as if there was a magic power in Chen Ye that attracted him, making Jushan Jing unable to move his eyes away.

Chen Ye quickly adjusted his mentality, ignored Ju Shanjing, and looked at his father Chen Jian sitting in front.

Chen Ye knew that his father was not confident about this competition. After all, the Japanese Poetry Society had won all the first three exchange competitions.

This exchange match was the last match between China and Japan, and with the media broadcasting it live, Chen Ye knew that his father must be nervous.

China's long-standing, extensive and profound poetry culture cannot be allowed to be provoked by anyone. Chen Jian's task today is arduous.

Chen Ye saw her father's back, with some gray hair on his head. She wondered if her father would grow old overnight if the Capital Poetry Association lost to the Japanese Poetry Society this time.

Chen Ye was sitting under a row of willow trees, surrounded by flowers, which made her even more charming.

Normally, Chen Ye would have praised the scenery here and even taken a few photos to commemorate it. But this time, she didn't care about the scenery around her. She just wanted the Beijing Poetry Association to win the competition.

At this moment, what Chen Ye was thinking about was the poetry and literary world of China.

The game started at nine o'clock and ended at twelve o'clock. It lasted for three hours. Each hour was one round, and it was divided into three rounds in total.

In each round, a theme will be randomly selected and poems and lyrics will be written on this theme. Poets from China and Japan will compete on this theme.

The time to determine the theme is fifteen minutes, and the remaining 45 minutes are to write the poem. The time is tight and the task is heavy.

At the beginning of the first round of the competition, Chen Ye became a little nervous and clutched his clothes involuntarily, listening to everyone discussing the writing theme.

Although there are eleven people from the Japanese Poetry Society, the real strength is Reika Nagayama and Kyo Kikuyama.

Sato sat down between Reika Nagayama and Kyo Kikuyama. He looked at Kyo Kikuyama and said, "You and Reika Nagayama will come up with the theme for the first round."

Changshan Reika nodded, and Kikuyama Kyo said excitedly: "Okay, I will discuss it with Changshan-kun."

The camera in the live broadcast room switched to Jushan Jing staring at Chen Ye intently.

Liu Yimo felt that it was blasphemous for such a stunning woman to be stared at by Ju Shanjing.

The Beijing Poetry Association is discussing the themes for the first round of competition, and has initially ordered a few, and is still discussing them in detail.

When Sato saw Kikuyama Kyo thoughtfully, he asked, "Kikuyama-kun, do you have any good themes?"

Jushanjing pointed at Chen Ye who was sitting opposite and said, "Look at that beauty, she is so beautiful that she can conquer a country. I want to make a theme about beauty."

Sato nodded, chuckled and said, "This is good."

Sato looked at Reika Nagayama aside and asked, "What about you? Do you have a theme?"

"I have some ideas, but I haven't thought about it yet." Nagayama Reika said slowly.

Ten minutes passed, and soon it was time to determine the theme. The Japanese Poetry Society and the Capital Poetry Association began to discuss the first round of themes.

The comment section of the live broadcast room began to discuss the feasibility of these topics.

After three minutes of intense discussion, the final topic had not been chosen.

Kikuyama Kyo stood up and said: "Everyone, I have an idea. I want to write about the theme of beauty. There is a lady sitting in a green field, gentle and intellectual. Why don't we use beauty as the theme? What do you think? ?”

Everyone followed Ju Shanjing's gaze, and Chen Ye was a little stunned. She had seen big scenes before and did not panic. Instead, she smiled and nodded politely in response to the looks of others.

Although Chen Jian and others did not like Kikuyama Kyo, they could not give any reason to object to the theme he proposed. The requirement for the theme of the exchange competition was to be random on the spot.

Finally, it was decided to compose a poem with the theme of "Beauty", which took half an hour to prepare.

After deciding on the theme, everyone began to compose poems. From time to time, Kikuyama Kyo looked up at Chen Ye and her surroundings, then lowered her head to write poems on the draft paper. Finally, she copied the poems on the draft paper into the notebook specially prepared for the competition. On A4 paper.

In the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, a discussion began:

"It is difficult to write poems about beauty in such a short time."

"Describing beauties is so original. Just wait for the poems to come out."

"Support the Capital Poetry Association and Chinese culture. Japan is so arrogant and arrogant. They dare to come to China to compete. We must dampen their spirit."

"Come on, poets from the Capital Poetry Association."

"The girl Kikuyama Kyo has been staring at is from China. She is so beautiful."

"Damn it, Kikuyama Kyo is so disgusting!"

The process of waiting to write a poem was boring. When Liu Yimo saw someone in the comments mentioning Chen Ye who was sitting at the scene, he immediately became interested and joined the comments.

Liu Yimo typed in the comment area, "It's very good to use this beauty as the theme of the first round of writing."

"This girl is gentle and elegant at first glance, giving people a feeling of poetry and poetry, letting Japanese poets know that our Chinese culture has a long history, is profound and profound, and is incomparable to their small country."

"To be honest, we have lost three games and we must not lose again this time."

Time passed by minute by second. Kyo Kikuyama and Reika Nagayama wrote poems one after another and recited them in public. Although the writing was not eye-catching, it rhymed smoothly and was easy to understand, so it was considered good. poetry.

Then, several people from the Beijing Poetry Association recited their poems. Although they were not bad, they were still far behind those written by Changshan Reika and Kikuyama Kyo.

After listening to the poems written by everyone, Chen Jian frowned. This competition was broadcast live, and every move was in the public eye. He must not lose.

However, in the current situation, Chen Jian was not sure of winning. Looking at Sato Ichi's proud expression, Chen Jian really wanted to write a poem that would surpass all the others, but he was in a hurry and could not write it.

In the live broadcast room, many netizens were also calling for more amazing poems.

Fifteen minutes before the end of the competition, beads of sweat appeared on Chen Jian's face.

Chen Ye saw his father's abnormality and understood his worries. Chen Ye knew that the Beijing Poetry Association had a very small chance of winning the competition with the poems written so far.

Chen Ye suddenly thought of Tan Yue. Although Tan Yue didn't write many poems, they were all very good. As Tan Yue's secretary, she had gradually gotten used to Tan Yue's repeated miracles.

Chen Ye sat behind his father, leaned forward slightly, and said, "Dad, why don't we ask Tan Yue to write a poem?"

Chen Jian shook his head and said, "There are still ten minutes left. Even if Tan Yue is very talented, it is difficult to write a good poem in such a short time. And I think Tan Yue agreed to be an external aid just to be perfunctory."

Chen Ye knew that what her father said made sense, but she didn't want to give up. What if a miracle happened? Chen Ye had personally witnessed Tan Yue's ability many times. Whether it succeeded or not, she wanted to give it a try.

Chen Ye replied, "Let's try it first. If it doesn't work, there's no loss."

Chen Jian hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, you go call him and tell him about the situation. If it doesn't work, forget it."

Chen Jian kept staring at the scene, afraid of missing anything.

It can be said that Chen Jian did not have much hope for Chen Ye's proposal, because there were still ten minutes left, and he knew that it was too late to write a good poem.

Chen Ye quickly called Tan Yue and briefly told Tan Yue about the situation, with the theme of beauty, and asked Tan Yue if he could write a poem about beauty.

Brilliant Entertainment Company, Chen Ziyu's office.

At this time, Tan Yue had just finished his work and was chatting with Chen Ziyu in the office. At this time, Tan Yue received a call from Chen Ye.

After Tan Yue indicated to Chen Ziyu that it was Chen Ye's call, he answered the phone.

"Mr. Tan, I am at the site of the China-Japan Poetry Exchange Competition. The first round of the competition is themed on beauty, and there are ten minutes left."

After listening to Chen Ye, Tan Yue knew that time was running out and the situation was critical, so he had to hurry up and write a poem. He looked at the charming Chen Ziyu in front of him, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of a poem-Li Bai's "Qingping Diao".

Tan Yue replied: "Don't worry, let me think about it."

Tan Yue's brain was working fast, recalling the specific content of "Qingping Diao No. 1".

Tan Yue and Chen Ye were talking on the phone while reciting the poem: "This poem is called - "Qingping Diao".

The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Yaotai."

Chen Ye hurriedly said: "Mr. Tan, please say it again, I will write it down."

Tan Yue recited the poem again, emphasizing a few words that are easy to make mistakes.

Chen Ye originally asked Tan Yue for help with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect Tan Yue to write such amazing poems in such a short time, and he admired Tan Yue more and more in his heart.

Beijing, Olympic Park.

The atmosphere at the Sino-Japanese Poetry Exchange Competition was tense and the air seemed to condense.

Chen Ye slowly moved towards Chen Jian in a tense atmosphere and whispered, "Dad, this is the poem written by Mr. Tan, please take a look."

Chen Jian didn't have much hope that Chen Ye would ask Tan Yue to write a poem, but since Tan Yue had written it, he simply took a look.

At this glance, Chen Jian was stunned. Such a beautiful poem with a beautiful meaning was created by Tan Yue in just a few minutes.

Chen Jian's frown relaxed slightly, and a deep smile appeared on his face. There was a turning point.

There were still three minutes before the end of the first round. Just when everyone thought that there would be no new poems, Chen Jian stood up, holding the A4 paper in his hand, and read:

"Qingping Diao",

The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces,

The spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't seen each other on the top of the jade mountain,

we would have met under the moon on the Yaotai."

At this moment, Chen Jian was like a hero in the hearts of netizens. At the critical moment, he read out the poem that amazed the audience, and even Japanese poets applauded and praised him.

Obviously, with this poem, the Beijing Poetry Association will surely win the first round.

The appearance of this poem greatly boosted the confidence of the participants of the Beijing Poetry Association and also dampened the spirit of the Japanese Poetry Society.

Previously, the Japanese Poetry Society, which had won three games in a row, had not taken the Beijing Poetry Association seriously and even spent a lot of money to buy the real dragon video live broadcast, in order to make the Beijing Poetry Association and the Chinese behind it look bad in front of everyone, to highlight the poetry culture of Japan, and ultimately to hit the cultural confidence of the Chinese people.

Unfortunately, in the first round of the competition, Sato Ichi spent a lot of money to make wedding clothes for his competitors.

At this time, Sato Ichi's face was ashen, but the cultivation of a literati made him smile all the time. Such a stiff smile seemed as if he was crying in his heart.

Changshan Lixiang secretly praised this "Qingping Diao" in his heart. He felt that without decades of literary skills and top-level poetic talent, it would be impossible to write such amazing poems. China is worthy of being China, and its cultural heritage is amazing all the time.

Kikuyama Jing looked at Changshan Lixiang and said, "Changshan Jun, we underestimated the Chinese poetry world. We must take the next two rounds seriously and cannot lose again."

Changshan Lixiang said lightly: "I took every round of the game seriously."

Kikuyama Jing did not speak. He was unhappy because he was not as good as others. Changshan Lixiang's unintentional words exposed his lack of ability. Kikuyama Jing, who has always been proud and conceited, lowered his head.

Chen Jian praised this poem, but he did not show it, but quietly waited for the final result.

In this corner of the Olympic Park, the poets of the Beijing Poetry Association and the Chinese people who were watching were all in high spirits.

Some grandpas and grandmas were far away from the exchange venue and could not squeeze in close to hear the voices of the poets inside, so they asked the people next to them. They did not know the quality of the poem "Qingping Diao", but when they heard someone say that China won, they were so happy.

On the Beijing Poetry Association side, someone happily expressed his admiration to Chen Jian, and then Chen Jian replied that this poem was not written by him, which made people dumbfounded on the spot.

If it was not written by Chen Jian, who wrote it?

Zhenlong Video Platform, live broadcast room.

At this time, there are already 6 million people watching the live broadcast, and the number of people online is still increasing. The comment area is even more boiling:

"Hey, it's so well written, who wrote this?"

"I checked the information before, the handsome old man who stood up just now is Chen Jian, who is said to be very talented and a professor at Jingcheng University. It should be him who wrote it."

"The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met it under the moon on the Yaotai. This poem really makes me feel astonished."

"I feel that this poem has the ancient kind of It has the flavor of a famous poet, it is so well written! "

"Yes, yes, this "Qingping Diao" can be directly put into the Chinese textbook. I didn't expect that there are such great contemporary poets in our country."

"Just now, I was really scared. I am a high school Chinese teacher who has taught for 20 years. My major is literature. I have some research on ancient literature. The poems written by Kikuyama Kyo and Nagayama Reika of Japan are very good, which is better than ours. I thought our country was going to lose, but I didn't expect it to turn the tide! Awesome!"