Chapter 490 Pure Audience

Although the basic gameplay of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is old-fashioned.

But not very friendly for the family members.

The previous three levels.

One card per person.

Not universal at all.

If you want to get in all of them.

Then you have to answer them all.

Indispensable.

Don't look at the gatherings that are so-called literary exchanges in nature.

Irregular competition.

But it also separated out a level for everyone.

Low-end players have circles of low-end players.

High-end players have circles of high-end players.

Different.

It's not about discriminating against anyone.

After all, the previous questions cannot be answered.

Going in behind is also a waste of time.

Make friends through literature.

You can't be clueless, right?

That definitely won't fit in.

Fortunately, the rules also leave some human touch.

I want to go in and watch the fun.

It's not like there's no chance.

You cannot change the topic.

But within a family.

It is no problem to help each other think about it.

For example, Lin Hao and the others belong to the first echelon of the family group.

A family of three plus two friends of Father Yu.

Passed all three levels.

Take it easy.

soon.

A group of people wandered over to Yusheng Liangxuan.

Blue tile roof.

Ring ridges similar to the shape of a cucumber.

It consists of three cabins connected in series.

After coming in.

It's cool, cool, moist and comfortable inside.

According to the introduction on the stone tablet.

under this ground.

There are three waterways that lead the water around the pond.

No matter how hot the summer is.

You can always stay cool.

On the wall facing the entrance to the nave.

Now there is a couplet posted on it.

"Planting bamboo and raising fish is a method of happiness, reading and weaving are auspicious sounds."

It can actually be seen that the owner of the garden was in a comfortable sketching mood back then.

at this time.

There are quite a few people in Liangxuan.

Take a cursory look.

There must be seventy or eighty of them.

The time for answering questions outside is not over yet.

From time to time, people would come over.

Dad Yu and the other two met acquaintances again.

Went up to chat.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin were standing by the window, looking at the lake scenery and flirting.

"Have you gained weight recently?"

"Ah? No?"

"Then why does your weight in my heart become heavier?"

"Stop it."

"Do you still remember who I belong to?"

"Dog."

"No, I belong to you."

"puff!"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, how about we play a game of Idiom Solitaire?"

"OK."

"Then I'll come first, Mr. Juqing."

"Qingqing, me, me."

"I like you."

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One after another, the rustic remarks came one after another.

Lin Hao's mind was not focused on this literary confrontation at all.

Instead, it made Yu Lanxin blush for a while.

The two of them were arguing like this for about twenty minutes.

The masters headed by Liang Wei, Vice Chairman of the Writers Association, just arrived.

This also means that no one will come later.

The real race.

In fact, only a hundred or so people can participate.

"Although the purpose of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meeting is to exchange literature, in order to make everyone take it seriously, as in previous years, several masters and I once again dug out our treasures." Liang Wei once again picked up the microphone to organize. Get up: "As for who wins in the end, it depends on everyone's ability."

"clear."

"okay."

"Teacher Liang, come up with the questions, we are ready."

"That's right, Teacher Liang, come on."

"I've been waiting for it for a long time."

"Teacher Liang, your treasure has been won, please don't be angry."

"I'm going to take it this year."

"Haha, I have to take one back this year. I hope the trip will be worthwhile."

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

Everyone looks quite confident.

"Haha, since I brought it out, I'm definitely not afraid of you winning."

Seeing everyone making noises, Liang Wei smiled, and then said to Zhao Qinglong and others: "Masters, who comes first?"

"I'll go first."

Wang Xuehai stood up, looked at everyone and said: "What I brought this time is "Smoke Wind Riverbank Picture". Let's make a title with the word "wind". There is no restriction on the genre."

"Okay, let's take 'Wind' as the title and ask everyone present to write a poem. The time limit is fifteen minutes."

Liang Wei announced loudly: "Whose poem is most liked by Master Wang, then this painting will belong to him."

moment.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Not because of the title.

But I was frightened by the lottery.

"Hey, Master Wang has spent a lot of money. "Small Wind Riverbank" is the pinnacle work of the year, right?"

"Otherwise, there is also "Tuning Horses", which is Master Wang's best painting."

"Haha, you have to leave some for Master Wang. You can't take out everything at the bottom of the box. Wouldn't it be a mess?"

"That's right, this "Small Wind Riverside Picture" is pretty good."

"The title is 'Wind', let me think about it."

"Hold on tight, Feng."

quiet!

The house is extremely quiet!

It lasted about five or six minutes.

suddenly.

A figure stepped forward.

not someone else.

It was Zhang Qi.

"The student has already finished the poem. It's called "Sailboat Reflecting the Sky." Let's give it to Master Wang first." Zhang Qi bowed with his hands together and said modestly.

"good."

Wang Xuehai smiled and nodded.

Everyone also quickly pricked up their ears.

Like facing a powerful enemy.

However, just when Zhang Qi was about to open his mouth.

The quiet atmosphere was suddenly invaded by a small "bang" movement.

Um?

what's the situation?

The sudden sound was exceptionally clear.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

They quickly turned their heads and looked towards the place of origin.

I saw a guy wearing a mask and sunglasses standing by the window and gently smashing walnuts.

Damn it!

This young man!

See this scene.

The judges were stunned.

The literati have also not turned around.

The person involved, Zhang Qi, even frowned.

He couldn't help but feel disgusted with this guy who disturbed his performance.

Everyone comes here to recite poetry and praise.

This guy actually cracked walnuts there as if no one was watching.

how?

Never had it in your last life?

It's embarrassing to run away.

What the hell.

"Cough cough."

There are kind-hearted people in the field ready to remind you.

However, Lin Hao didn't feel that it affected anyone.

No distractions.

Didn't pay any attention to it.

All smashed.

He lowered his head and began to peel it off slowly.

see.

Everyone was speechless.

But it’s not easy to say anything.

He looked away again.

At this time.

Zhang Qi cleared his throat.

Start chanting loudly.

Flying flowers on both sides of the strait illuminate the boat red

Half-day wind at Baili Yudi

Lying down and looking at the clouds in the sky without moving

I don’t know if the clouds are in the east with me

A poem.

The thought is heart-wrenching.

There was no hesitation in the applause.

Hot and loud.

"So wet, so wet!"

"The wording is so beautiful. A scene of boating at sunset has already been sketched in my mind."

"That's amazing. Zhang Qi is really extraordinary. I'm afraid I'm going to win this match."

"It's a true biography of Master Yuan. It was written so quickly."

"Who says it's not the case? It's not easy to compose poems with this guy. All I have to do is think of ways to overwhelm him with words."

"How can it be so easy to write lyrics? It's useless."

Amidst the discussion.

Not to be outdone, some people came forward to read their own works.

this stage.

Even if I know that what I write is not as good as Zhang Qi.

It doesn't matter either.

Lottery is one thing.

But you also have to show yourself appropriately.

And who wins doesn’t all depend on the quality of the work.

The real thing is to be able to make Master Wang Xuehai like it.

What if I write it right?

It's hard to say.

"Here, let's try how it tastes. The skin is quite thin, and it looks okay."

here.

Lin Hao didn't listen.

Give all the nuts picked out to Yu Lanxin.

"Why don't you go up and join in?"

Yu Lanxin asked him curiously as she took it.

"Means nothing."

Lin Hao said: "It's better to stay here with you."

Yu Lanxin smiled sweetly.

"Okay, it's time."

A quarter of an hour passed very quickly.

It didn't take long.

Liang Wei announced the end of the first game.

Wang Xuehai read many poems one after another.

After comparison.

Personally, he still feels that what Zhang Qi did is more satisfactory.

So there is no suspense.

So he gave "Smokewind Riverside Picture" to the other party.

Immediately there was another round of applause.

Zhang Qi thanked everyone excitedly.

"Let me do the second scene. As everyone knows, I am a writer. I have relatively little exposure to ancient poetry, so the subject matter is limited to modern poetry."

When the atmosphere returned to calm again, Zhao Qinglong stood up and said: "As for the lottery, there is a manuscript written by Mr. Zhang Mengsheng during his lifetime."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes lit up again.

Mr. Zhang Mengsheng is a famous prose writer in modern times.

He has written many popular works.

Such as "Journey", "Desert", "Spring Breeze Night" and so on.

Many articles have even been included in primary and secondary school textbooks.

superb.

his manuscripts.

It can be said to be priceless.

It can easily be sold for hundreds of thousands.

This is no joke.

Because the structure of modern poetry is easier.

Plus there are no topic restrictions.

For a while.

Everyone’s thinking is very active.

Regardless of whether it was Zhang Qi who won the first victory.

Or other popular players.

There is absolutely no advantage in this game.

The final winner.

It was a middle-aged man named Yu Haitao.

This person wrote a song called "This Life and This Life".

Although the delicate vocabulary seems a bit like a work that has been prepared for a long time.

But everyone is half-measured.

No one can tell anyone.

in this life

There were two times when I cried the most forgetfully

once

at the beginning of my life

once

at the end of your life

first

I won't remember

I heard you say it

the second time

you won't know

I said it's useless

But in the middle of two cries

there is endless laughter

over and over again

echoed for thirty years

you know

I remember them all

Lin Hao, who was standing nearby watching the play, nodded as he listened to this modern poem being read out.

have to admit.

It's really well written.

The opponent wins the championship.

It can be said that it deserves its name.

The schedule didn't stop.

Still going on.

In the third game, Zhou Tingyun presented a question.

He saw the scenery outside.

Therefore, the scope of creation is delineated by "lotus".

this time.

Zhang Qi originally thought that he had the chance to win.

However, Zhou Peiwen came out halfway.

A seven character quatrain.

Take it straight away.

It made him feel stressed.

The scene became more and more intense.

Everyone is very serious.

in a blink.

Half of the winnings are gone.

The next few games.

That's really an oversight.