Chapter 907: Writing Poems

After the speeches by the leaders and writer representatives, everyone began to tour Qinhuai in an orderly manner under the leadership of the tour guide. The tour guide’s introduction to the monuments along the way was spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker, and the book fans and avatar audiences who came specially to the scene The tourists were also following the team of literati step by step...

On the way to Luoyang, I discovered something very interesting.

That is, the literati present seemed to be divided into different camps, such as romance camp, science fiction camp, reasoning camp, martial arts camp, etc. This was not specially arranged by the summit, but purely a spontaneous choice of the literati present.

No wonder.

Although we are both literati, we still like to hang out with literati who are in the same field as us, so that we can become more familiar with each other.

Now within a few meters of Luoyang, there are all martial arts masters. These martial arts masters almost spontaneously surround Luoyang, the martial arts emperor. The two most familiar among them are Jiangshan and Yaochongjing. These two are one One is on the left side of Luoyang, and the other is on the right side of Luoyang. Along the way, we have been in high spirits, chatting happily, and laughing from time to time.

"Little friend from Luoyang, it seems that your new martial arts book this year has not been released yet."

When passing by an ancient house, Jiang Shan suddenly said that the industry is paying attention to Luoyang's new martial arts books, but Luoyang seems to be breaking the convention of one martial arts work a year this year. There has been no news after "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword".

Yao Zhongjing also looked at Luoyang: "Let's talk about the new book."

Luo Yang smiled and said, "Well, because the structure of the new book may completely surpass my previous martial arts works, I haven't started writing it yet. However, the general plot has already taken shape in my mind. If nothing happens, it will be published next year."

"Is the scale greater than ever before?"

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up. He was now half-finished, and his interest in reading novels had surpassed writing novels. Therefore, he couldn't help but be full of expectations: "Then when your new book is released, you must give me a signed book."

Luoyang said cheerfully: "No problem."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves ahead die on the beach. You are now the martial arts emperor, and the two of us have been left far behind. Under such circumstances, you still want to build a new work with a larger scale. I really don't know what to say. "

Yao Zhongjing spoke with emotion.

Jiang Shan clicked his tongue and said, "Are you still thinking of comparing yourself with the little friend from Luoyang?"

"It's nothing. It's been so long, and I have long recognized the reality. In addition to the works of Luoyang Xiaoyou, I am more interested in a martial arts novel called "Four Famous Catchers" recently. The author is Qingshan Zhanjian. , speaking of which, he is still an author under Luoyang Xiaoyou..."

"I'm also watching "The Big Four"."

Jiang Shan said with some relief: "I have been paying attention to this author when he wrote "The Legend of the White-haired Witch". He is a good prospect. Judging from the level of "Four Famous Catchers", this author may be close to the little friend from Luoyang in the future."

Luoyang smiled secretly in his heart, but on the outside he looked in agreement.

The team arrived at the Qinhuai Ancient Bridge. Yao Zhongjing suddenly pointed in one direction under the bridge and said, "Look, there are six electronic screens installed. It seems they want us to compete in poetry under the bridge."

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "We are just chatting, if there is any poetry, I won't get involved."

Luoyang nodded in agreement. He had already made up his mind not to be in the limelight today. It would be nice to chat with Jiang Shan, Yao Zhongjing and others in the crowd, and just hang out until the end of the summit.

The audience also noticed the electronic screens arranged in advance.

They showed expectant expressions, and turbulent cheers suddenly sounded. Many readers who came here knew that there would be a literary battle in the middle of this unique Qinhuai Summit. Obviously, the literary battle can start at this moment.

Of course, the tour guide who turned into the host did not admit that this was a literary fight.

"Everyone should notice that we have set up a small stage here. This is specially prepared for improvisation by teachers at the summit. Teachers who want to show off their talents are welcome to come on stage and give some poems and songs to the audience."

Improvisation sounds much better than literary fighting.

After the host finished speaking, all major literati camps on the scene sent people to the stage one after another. Here are the famous martial arts masters. Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally turned their eyes to Luoyang: "Little friend Luoyang, will you come on?"

Luoyang waved his hands repeatedly: "I was chatting all the way."

Haruka Kyung said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't go on stage. Anyway, it's just for those who are interested to improvise. It doesn't have to go on stage. Let's just enjoy the masterpieces of our colleagues off the stage."

Soon the poems came out.

walking

Looking at the surging crowd

Not too lively

Qinhuai River is all in sight

full of emotions

Calm down

I followed the boating and made waves

People travel to Qinhuai

This poem was the first poem on the scene. The author was a science fiction writer. The audience recited it softly, while some literati who did not come on stage to create commented directly in the audience:

"It's wonderful to describe the sea of ​​people as Qinhuai."

"The artistic conception of the last sentence is also quite good. Of course people are still on the shore, but this sentence is written in a pun, showing that the author lost himself in the game and only compared himself to a lonely boat."

"Walking at the beginning not only means we are walking on the road, but also a metaphor for us walking on the road of life, and the inner mood represents some of the setbacks we will experience in life, and finally calming down means that we will eventually defeat Despite all the hardships in life, become the winner of Qinhuai Rafting!”

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Jiangshan laughed softly, "The comments are much more exciting than the poems."

Yao Chongjing was eager to make a move: "If I go up and write a poem, will I also get such a good comment?"

Luoyang smiled but said nothing. This kind of literary world's mutual flattery has long been commonplace. At this time, everyone noticed that Tianxi, one of the three kings and one queen, also walked to a computer.

"It's Tianxi!"

"The leader of youth literature!"

"I remember that Tianxi wrote great poems and was praised by seniors in the industry!"

The cheers of the crowd became obviously louder. The reason why the three kings and one queen are called the three kings and one queen is that they all have phenomenal works as a foundation, and secondly, they are of similar age and are all young talents. These three, that is, the three kings and one queen, are all good-looking!

Many literati at the scene also looked at Tianxi.

Although many literati in the industry disdain this statement, Tianxi, as a leader of youth literature, is popular and has good sales of books. This is an indisputable fact, so everyone wants to see what kind of works Tianxi will write.

"As famous as you."

Yao Chongjing said meaningfully to Luoyang.

Jiangshan looked at Luoyang, but Luoyang did not speak. Tianxi on the other side had already walked onto the stage, with a smile on his lips. He began to type on the keyboard, and his speed could be described as flowing like clouds and water:

The sun is glimmering

I pick up my pen and immerse myself in it

The wind suddenly rises

Ripples the Qinhuai River

The man under the bridge

Sleeping in the hustle and bustle

After writing, an old scholar said, "Not bad!"

"This poem is written around the scenery of Qinhuai, and the writing is gorgeous. It is indeed good. The last sentence, 'The man under the bridge, sleeping in the hustle and bustle', is full of infinite charm. Young talents, this is the case..."

After the scholars at the scene whispered to each other, they made comments.

At this moment, a scholar suddenly shouted: "Luoyang, as the leader of the three kings and one queen, why don't you sing a song?"

"Luoyang!"

"Luoyang!"

"Luoyang!"

The crowd of spectators instantly shouted like chicken blood, and Tianxi, who had just stepped off the stage, couldn't help but turn his head to look in Luoyang's direction.

Luoyang waved his hand and said: "I'd better forget it."

Seeing Luoyang's refusal, Tianxi's signature smile appeared again.

In the romantic camp, Lu Yuer saw the smile on Tianxi's lips, subconsciously frowned, and glanced at Luoyang who had no intention of making a move, and suddenly her heart moved, and she walked towards the stage.