Isn't this too simple?
There are so many kinds of flowers, just choose any one, and kindergarten children can recite countless poems after traveling through time.
It's just bullying.
Lin Bai was laughing while complaining.
The crowd around him was racking his brains, sometimes thinking hard, sometimes shouting excitedly, it was like a madhouse.
Su Lingyue looked over at this time and asked, "Brother-in-law, do you have any ideas?"
ah?
Lin Bai was startled for a moment, and said to himself, this requires thinking, and your brother-in-law will give you as much as you want.
Caiyun interjected, "This doesn't seem difficult, right?"
Su Lingyue said: "It's certainly not difficult to make a random song, but it is difficult to make a good one and ensure it tops the twenty list."
After hearing this, Lin Bai realized that it was just because he had memorized too many ancient poems, all of which were masterpieces, so he had no idea.
At this time, people were making their creations one after another, writing their names on the paper, and then handing them over to the cubicle.
Li Changfeng also handed it in, looking confident.
"Brother-in-law, are you still not feeling well?"
Su Lingyue was a little anxious.
Caiyun also watched eagerly.
Lin Bai was a little amused. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is there a word for plum in Madam's name?"
Su Lingyue nodded, "Yes! My mother's name is Li Qingmei."
"Then, let's use Yong Mei as the title!"
Lin Bai put pen to paper immediately.
He just asked on purpose. He offended his mother-in-law last time, and this time he hoped to use this poem to win back a little favor.
I have no choice but to keep my wife from being shabby.
When he finally signed the payment, he thought about it and left the words Lin Qingfeng.
"Done!"
Su Lingyue couldn't wait to hand in the poem, but Caiyun seemed to be still immersed in the poem, looking a little dazed.
"Uncle, you are so awesome, this poem will definitely win the first prize."
Caiyun's eyes were full of stars.
Lin Bai smiled and said: "Don't be too arrogant, you will know after you come out."
…
In the cubicle, Yuan Hongyang was flipping through the poems and scolding them, "Bullshit, bullshit, what the hell."
It's rare to see something passable, and it's just so-so.
Qin Kexin on the side was also helping to delete the selections, her eyebrows frowning slightly.
Just as Yuan Hongyang scolded, there really are no good works. Jiangnan has been popular since ancient times, and talented people and beauties are famous all over the world. At the level of these poems today, if placed in Jiangnan Province, few would be able to catch their eyes.
Qin Kexin was also a little disappointed and shook his head slightly.
At this time, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she unconsciously began to read:
"The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches."
"Quiet doesn't fight for spring, she just repays it when it comes. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles among the bushes."
"Girl, what are you reading?"
Yuan Hongyang obviously heard it too. He came over to take a look. He was overjoyed the next moment, "Good words! It's really a rare good word. To see such good words, it's not in vain for me to spend a whole night watching rubbish."
"Hahaha!! Who is this person?"
The two of them looked at the signature at the same time and saw the three characters Lin Qingfeng written on it.
"The name is not bad, but I don't know what she looks like. If she looks good, girl, then you have found a treasure." Yuan Hongyang laughed.
"Teacher, you made fun of me again."
Qin Kexin's pretty face was slightly red, but despite her words, she was deeply curious about this person named Lin Qingfeng.
Just because this word is so beautiful!
In the hall, the crowd was anxiously waiting and looking forward to it.
Lin Bai, on the other hand, calmed down, eating melon seeds and looking at beauties when he had nothing to do. However, his wife still looked good-looking, and her temperament alone overwhelmed her.
Su Lingyue and Caiyun were also calm because they had all seen Lin Bai's words.
If such words are not included in the twenty-person list, then there is no need to hold this poetry meeting. They are worse than crows.
Finally, under everyone's expectation, a masked woman came out.
Seeing the woman, Song Qianqian was obviously startled.
She naturally knew that the person coming was Qin Kexin, but she didn't expect that this girl would show up. Didn't she say she didn't want to be too high-profile and didn't want to show up?
Is there something wrong with these poems?
Song Qianqian stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Qin Kexin replied: "It's nothing. Come out and get some air. The list is already out. You can announce it!"
With that said, she handed the list to Song Qianqian.
Song Qianqian didn't ask any further questions, and opened the list with a smile, "Gentlemen, the list of twenty people and their masterpieces have been released. Please appreciate them."
"The first one belongs to Prince Wang Sunke, and the title is: Peach Blossom."
"The peach blossoms in March are particularly delicate,"
"The willow leaves are swaying and dancing enchantingly."
"The beautiful spring scenery is intoxicating,"
"I want to take advantage of the east wind to reach the blue sky."
"..."
"A good poem. This poem is excellent. It deserves to be included in the top twenty. The prince is very talented."
All kinds of compliments started coming.
A young man dressed as a Confucian scholar held a folding fan and clasped his fists at everyone. His face was full of spring breeze. There were many women around him making secret glances. It was a picture of a talented man and a beautiful lady.
Su Lingyue sneered, "It's just so-so."
Caiyun nodded with deep understanding.
No way! The two of them had seen Mao Zedong's "Yong Mei", so they naturally looked down upon such poetry.
Song Qianqian began to read the second poem again. Every time she read a poem, it would attract a burst of cheers and a burst of commercial exchanges.
The atmosphere at the scene was also warm.
Li Changfeng also looked a little nervous. At this time, Song Qianqian finally reported his name.
"The following song is by Mr. Li Changfeng. The title is: Ode to Gui."
"Not a human species,"
"Move from the middle of the moon."
"Guanghan is more fragrant,"
"It blew all over the mountain."
…
"Good poem, good poem. Mr. Li is indeed a great talent who is known as the king of Jiangzhou. Although this poem only has a few numbers, it is a rare masterpiece."
"Yes, once this poem is published, there is no doubt that it will be the best in the first round."
"You guys are so flattering!"
Li Changfeng quickly handed over his hands, looking humble, but the smile that could not be concealed in his eyes had already betrayed the ecstasy in his heart.
Many Yingying Yanyan have even gathered around.
Su Lingyue was so angry that she gritted her teeth, "I really bought it! He can't write such a poem at all."
Wei Jin came over at some point and said hehe, "Wei is right! This must have cost a lot of money. In my opinion, this poem is no less than a thousand taels, or even more."
Is this just one thousand taels?
Lin Bai wanted to say a few words, but when he heard Qianliang's eyes widened.
Love itself is like a golden mountain, and you still think about eating soft food every day. It feels so sour...
wrong! The lady is so beautiful, she deserves to be given soft food.
Li Changfeng is very famous.
Of course, some people cast disdainful glances, probably some insiders. In Wei Jin's words, everyone is well aware of this kind of hype. Today, everyone will cooperate with you, and tomorrow you will cooperate with others, and they will cooperate with each other.
Although I am disdainful in my heart, I will not expose it on the surface.
What matters is a tacit understanding.
Why do rich ladies like to choose poor scholars? In addition to being easy to control, it is also because such scholars have no money to build a reputation. Once they stand out, they have real talents. Unlike the rich boys, many of them are packaged.
"This one below..."
On the high platform, Song Qianqian continued to read.
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