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 two really powerful ones are Reika Nagayama and Kyo Kikuyama.
Satoichi sat 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 scene 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.
Sato saw Kikuyama Kyo thoughtfully and asked, "Kikuyama-kun, do you have any good themes?"
Jushan Jing 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."
Zuo Teng nodded, chuckled and said, "This is good."
Satoichi looked at Reika Nagayama to the side again 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 still had not been chosen.
Kikuyama Kyo stood up and said: "Everyone, I have an idea to write about the theme of beauty. Well...it's because there is a young lady sitting in a green field, gentle and intellectual, so why not write about beauty? As a theme, what do you think?"
Everyone followed Ju Shanjing's gaze, and Chen Ye was a little stunned. She had seen big scenes before, but she 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 our Chinese country. 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.
Immediately afterwards, several people from the Capital Poetry Association recited the poems they had written. Although the poems were not bad, they were still far behind the poems written by Reika Nagayama and Kyo Kikuyama.
Chen Jian frowned after listening to the poems written by everyone. The entire competition was broadcast live, and every move was in the public eye. He must not lose.
However, given the current situation, Chen Jian was not sure of winning at all. Looking at Sato's confident and proud expression, Chen Jian really wanted to write a stunning poem on the spot, but in his haste, he really couldn't write it.
In the live broadcast room, many netizens are also calling for more amazing poems to appear.
There were still fifteen minutes left before the end of the game, and big beads of sweat broke out on Chen Jian's face.
Chen Ye saw his father's abnormality and understood his worries. Chen Ye knew that the possibility of winning the poetry competition based on the current writing of the Beijing Poetry Association was very small.
Chen Ye suddenly thought of Tan Yue. Although Tan Yue did not write many poems, they were all very good. As Tan Yue's secretary, he had gradually become accustomed 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?"
After hearing this, 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. Moreover, I think Tan Yue's agreement to be a foreign aid is just perfunctory."
Chen Ye knew 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. Regardless of success or failure, she wanted to give it a try.
Chen Ye replied: "Let's give it a try first. If it doesn't work, there's nothing to lose."
Chen Jian hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, go give him a call and tell him about the situation. If it doesn't work, forget it."
Chen Jian kept staring at the scene intently, for fear of missing something.
It can be said that Chen Jian did not have high hopes for Chen Ye's proposal, because there were still ten minutes left and he knew it was too late to write good poems.
Chen Ye quickly called Tan Yue and briefly explained the situation to Tan Yue. He asked Tan Yue if he could write a poem about beauty with the theme of beauty.
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Bright 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 signaled to Chen Ziyu that it was Chen Ye, he answered the call.
"Mr. Tan, I am at the Sino-Japanese Poetry Exchange Competition. The first round of the competition is themed beauty. It ends in ten minutes..."
After hearing what Chen Ye said, Tan Yue knew that time was running out and the situation was critical, so he had to seize the time to write a poem. He looked at the charming Chen Ziyu in front of him, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of a poem - Li Bai "Qing Ping Diao".
Tan Yue replied: "Don't worry, wait for me to think about it."
Tan Yue's brain was running rapidly, recalling the specific content of "Qing Ping Tiao Yi Yi".
Tan Yue and Chen Ye were on the phone while reading poems: "This poem is called - "Qingping Diao".
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. "
Chen Ye quickly said: "Mr. Tan, please say it again and I will write it down."
Tan Yue read the poem again, emphasizing a few words that were easy to make mistakes.
Chen Ye originally asked Tan Yue for help just because he wanted to give it a try. He did not expect that Tan Yue would write such an amazing poem in such a short period of time, and he admired Tan Yue more and more in his heart.
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Beijing, Olympic Park.
At the Huari Poetry Exchange Competition, the atmosphere was tense and the air seemed to be condensed.
Chen Ye slowly moved towards Chen Jian in the tense atmosphere and whispered: "Dad, this is a poem written by Mr. Tan. Take a look."
Chen Jian originally didn't have much hope that Chen Ye would ask Tan Yue to write a poem, but now that Tan Yue had written it, he simply took a look.
At this glance, Chen Jian was stunned. Tan Yue actually composed such a beautiful and beautiful poem in a few minutes.
Chen Jian's frown relaxed slightly, and a thick smile appeared on his face, indicating that there was a turn for the better.
There were three minutes left before the end of the first round, and just when everyone thought there would be no more new poems, Chen Jian stood up, held the A4 paper in his hand, and read:
""Qingping Diao",
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces,
The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is strong.
If I hadn’t seen you at the top of Qunyu Mountain,
We will meet at Yaotai under the moon. "
At this moment, Chen Jian is like a hero in the hearts of netizens. At the critical moment, he read out a verse that shocked the audience, and even Japanese poets clapped and praised him.
Obviously, with this poem, the Beijing Poetry Association won the first round of competition.
The appearance of this poem greatly inspired the confidence of the contestants 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, looked down on the Capital Poetry Association, and even spent a lot of money to buy the live broadcast of Zhenlong Video, in order to make the Capital Poetry Association and the Huaguo behind it appear in front of everyone. Making a fool of himself in order to highlight Japanese poetry culture and ultimately undermine the cultural self-confidence of the Chinese people.
Unfortunately, in the first round of the competition, Sato spent a lot of money to make a wedding dress for his competitor.
At this time, Zuo Teng's face was ashen, but his cultivation as a scholar kept him smiling. Such a stiff smile made him feel as if he was crying in his heart.
Reika Nagayama secretly praised the song "Qing Ping Tiao". He felt that without decades of literary skills and top-notch poetic talent, he would not be able to write such amazing poems. China is worthy of being a country, and its cultural heritage is always fascinating. Marvel.
Kikuyama Kyo looked at Changshan Reika and said: "Nangshan-kun, we have underestimated the Chinese poetry world. We must take the next two rounds seriously and we cannot lose again."
Changshan Reika said calmly: "I take every round of competition seriously."
Kikuyama Kyo did not speak. His inferiority in skills made him unhappy. Nagayama Reika's unintentional words revealed his lack of ability. Kikuyama Kyo, who had always been proud and conceited, lowered his head.
Chen Jian was full of praise for this poem, but he did not show it, but quietly waited for the final result.
Throughout this corner of the Olympic Park, the poets from the Beijing Poetry Association and the Chinese people who were watching were all in high spirits.
Some uncles and aunties 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 "Qing Ping Diao", but they heard Some people say that China won, but everyone is very happy.
At the Beijing Poetry Association, someone happily expressed their admiration to Chen Jian, and then Chen Jian replied that the poem was not written by him, which made people dumbfounded on the spot.
It wasn't written by Chen Jian...who wrote it?
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Zhenlong video platform, in the live broadcast room.
At this time, six million people have watched the live broadcast, and the number of people online is still increasing. The comment area is even more explosive:
"Hiss, 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. It is said that he is very talented. He is a professor at Beijing University. He should have written it."
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on 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 at Yaotai. This poem really makes me feel astonished."
"I feel like this poem has the flavor of a famous poem by a great poet in ancient times. It's so well written!"
"Yes, yes, this "Qing Ping Diao" can be put directly into Chinese textbooks. I didn't expect that we in China still have such powerful contemporary poets."
"It really scared me into a cold sweat just now. I am a high school Chinese teacher who has taught for twenty years. My major is literature. I have done some research on ancient literature. The Japanese Kyo Kikuyama and Reika Nagayama wrote Their poems are all very good, and they beat us. I thought our country, China, was going to lose, but I didn’t expect that we would come back against the wind like this! Awesome!"
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