There are no threshold requirements for participating in the poetry meeting, and the rules are very simple.
After a while, someone will give three topics and write three poems around these three topics. The one with the best overall score will be the leader of this poetry meeting.
Although there were many people coming to Feng Qingxuan, not many took the initiative to participate in the poetry meeting. Most of them came to join in the fun.
Liang Yubing stood in a small cubicle on the second floor, watching the people in the central stand below giving questions.
Then I selected three poems that were worthy of my praise, wrote them with my crooked calligraphy and handed them in.
When composing poems on the spot, each poem is written and handed over one after another.
The person who reviewed the poem over there would read the poem out on the spot and everyone would appreciate it together.
As soon as the poetry meeting started, it was extremely lively.
I can write a song in two or three minutes at the fastest and submit it.
When you read a good poem, you will win a lot of applause.
After Liang Yubing finished writing the poems, she looked outside and saw that everyone was handing in the poems one by one, so she did not hand in the three poems at once.
Instead, he let his maid take one of the songs.
The man who was standing on the stage reading poetry took a look at Liang Yubing's poem, his eyes widened, and he read the poem with emotion.
When the underground people heard this, they were immediately shocked.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"I am ashamed to be able to write such a poem in such a short period of time!"
"How dare you think that Miss Liang is the daughter of that family? Are you lucky enough to ask me for advice?"
"I think this is the best poem ever written!"
Later, people submitted poems one after another, but none of them were as good as Liang Yubing's one.
Mo Qin stood in front of the railing and looked at the commotion downstairs.
"Miss, let's not hand over poems..." Lianqiu stood aside anxiously and warned carefully.
There are so many people downstairs, and the lady's literary talent is poor, so she had better not be embarrassed and make others laugh for nothing.
She couldn't tell whether the poem was good or bad, but she could hear those people's comments.
Mo Qin glanced at her and said, "You can do it if I ask you to."
She had felt that Liang Yubing's behavior was strange before. Her words and deeds were full of weirdness. She didn't look like a woman under feudal ideas, but like a modern person.
After hearing the poem just now, Mo Qin was completely sure that this person had traveled through time.
Isn't the poem just now one of the poems describing spring in a certain compulsory education textbook?
Because I was 'borrowing' someone else's poem, it was slightly different from the title this time, but I couldn't help but that the poem was so stunning that others could ignore this small detail.
Lianqiu had no choice but to go down with the poem.
Unexpectedly, this poem was unanimously appreciated by everyone.
Lianqiu was surprised and remained silent.
Soon, all three poems were evaluated, and everyone was very concerned about who would win the first place.
Everyone was quarreling about it.
There are so many good poems.
"I think Miss Liang's poems are the best!"
The three poems are all stunning, but they are all off-topic to varying degrees, and some small points in the poems are somewhat inconsistent with the general environment and fail to resonate.
"And all three poems have their own characteristics. I would like to ask who here can do it?"
Mo Qin: "..."
It’s not that the three capitals each have their own characteristics, because they are basically the poems of three people.
One talented and brilliant scholar is already very impressive, and now there are still three of them, and indeed no one here can do it.
Just when everyone was expressing their opinions and worrying about who was the leader, someone spoke up.
"Poetry Club, Poetry Club, connect friends with poems. Why don't we select five from them, and we can definitely choose the leader by using the flowery calligraphy order."
I saw a woman coming down from upstairs. She was wearing a lotus pink dress. The embroidery on the dress was exquisite and smart. The skirt had a silky and elegant drape, and it swayed beautifully with the woman's footsteps.
But all this was reduced to a foil in front of her appearance.
The people below couldn't help but marvel, and someone took the lead in asking:
"Who are you?"
Mo Qin smiled and explained to everyone:
"The little girl's surname is Mo. She has written three poems. I am lucky enough to be able to catch your eyes."
Upon hearing this surname, everyone immediately reacted. Isn't this one of the candidates they were debating?
In poetry gatherings, if you use your status to pressure people, they will not be convinced, but if you are outstanding in talent and learning, everyone will be convinced.
After finding out their identities, everyone thought Mo Qin's proposal was great.
"This is good, this is good!"
"Just give me the flower-shaped drink order!"
It's hard to pick one, but it's easy to pick five.
The organizers also thought this proposal was good and immediately changed the rules.
"Hua Zi Liu Shang Ling?" Liang Yubing frowned, his face full of anger, "What is it?"
In order to prepare for this poetry meeting, she recalled the ancient poems she had memorized whenever she had time these days.
She was very confident of winning the poetry competition.
Those poems that can be passed down and included in Chinese textbooks are all classics. As long as these people are not blind, they will know how good her poems are.
Seeing that he was about to win, why did Mo Qin suddenly come out to stir up trouble?
And didn’t Mo Qin also hire someone to write for her? Why did she come out to do it?
If I had known, I should have killed Mo Qin.
Liang Yubing's maid looked up in surprise, "Miss, why don't you even remember this?"
After the maid's explanation, Liang Yubing understood the rules, which in short were poetry solitaire.
When issuing orders, you can compose poems or lyrics. The sentences generally do not exceed seven words, and each sentence must have the word "花" in it.
If that's the case, Liang Yubing can probably last two more rounds.
Although she didn't like poetry, she still had an impression of the poems she had been required to memorize in textbooks since she was a child.
But this bullshit rule also requires that the first person's sentence "花" must be in the first character, and the second person's "花" must be in the second character, and so on, seven sentences are a round.
The cycle repeats, and those who cannot catch up will be eliminated.
She couldn't go on stage with a cheat sheet, and the order of the five people was still randomly arranged. Wouldn't this cost her her life?
Liang Yubing took out a cheat sheet and looked for sentences with flowers, just like a struggling candidate who was still reviewing hard before entering the examination room.
The five candidates were soon ready and they were called to the stage.
Three men and two women, Mo Qin, Liang Yubing, Yun Rongsheng, and two unknown people,
After the five people exchanged polite greetings, the game began.
Everyone passed the first round smoothly.
Except for Liang Yubing, the other four people composed poems on the spot, so the quality was certainly not as good as Liang Yubing's. Everyone began to cheer for Liang Yubing again.
But Liang Yubing himself was so confused by the cheers that his brain was in knots.
grass! What were you carrying just now?
Two more rounds passed, and the other four were all able to do it with ease. Only Liang Yubing's face turned green.
Damn it, are they all animals? You can also write poems on the spot and pick up dragons!
Her inventory was almost empty.
The host looked at Liang Yubing and reminded:
"Miss Liang? It's your turn."
Liang Yubing hit her head with her fist, unable to remember the poem with the word "flower" in the fourth word.
(End of chapter)
