After Ye Hong waited for a long time, Mo Piaoxue and the three old men finally arrived at the site where the results of the calligraphy and painting competition were announced. They began to announce the results and rankings of the calligraphy and painting competition, and hung the ranked calligraphy and painting in the air for everyone to watch and appreciate.
After a while, the top ten paintings and calligraphy were displayed, and Ye Hong was not among them, let alone the winner. Ye Hong didn't seem to care, as expected.
It would be quite a surprise if a painting of my own genre entered the rankings. Although I think it is good, from the public's perspective, my genre is not recognized yet.
Just when Ye Hong was about to leave the scene, Mo Piaoxue's voice came from the high platform again.
"Who painted this calligraphy and painting? There is no signature!"
Hearing this, Ye Hong looked over and realized that the painting floating in the air was not his own work. Then he remembered that he was so selfless in admiring his own painting that he seemed to have forgotten to sign it.
Ye Hong thought, now that he has taken out his works, does he have a ranking, and he ranks so high alone? Could he be the leader? Just when Ye Hong was about to claim the painting, an old man said angrily,
"Which turtle grandson drew this! Get out of here!"
When Ye Hong heard that the tone was wrong, he hurriedly stopped preparing to claim the work, turned around and left quietly.
Seeing that no one came forward for a long time, the old man spoke up again, "Whoever names the person who painted this work will be rewarded with ten wind crystals!"
A young man in the crowd suddenly spoke up and said, "Senior! This work was painted by a little brother who was about ten years old. He even said at the time that it was a free flow painting method!"
"Yes, yes! I remember this. I was also there at the time, and he said that we didn't understand his works. It seems that he is that person!" A young man at the edge of the crowd pointed at Ye Hong, who was about to walk out of the scene.
Seeing the young man pointing at him, Ye Hong hurriedly ran out, but no matter how fast he ran, there was no way he could escape Mo Piaoxue's hand. Mo Piaoxue raised her hand and hooked Ye Hong's finger. He ran further and further until he came to Mo Piaoxue.
"Where are you going in such a hurry!"
"Hey hey hey~ Hello, Leader Mo! Goodbye, Leader Mo!" He said and started to run again, but was caught by Mo Piaoxue in an instant.
"Did you paint this?"
"How could it be mine! My painting is much better than this!"
"Since it's not yours, then tell me what you drew?"
"I...I drew a picture of a phoenix spreading its wings!" Ye Hong said in a hurry.
Mo Piaoxue was dubious when she heard Ye Hong's words, "Oh! Really?
Xiao Wu, is there a picture of a phoenix spreading its wings in this? "
An old man replied respectfully: "In reply to Master Mo, there is no picture of a phoenix spreading its wings in this!"
Mo Piaoxue looked at Ye Hong in her hand again and said with a smile. "You seem to have lied again! Do you know the consequences?"
Ye Hong felt bad and started to make nonsense, "Mo... don't take the lead, just think about it. Why bother with a painting? If you like this, I will give you a good painting later. How about painting a picture of a fairy descending to earth?" !”
After seeing Ye Hong's appearance, an old man couldn't help but said, "Aren't you the leader of the chess showdown?"
"That's right! He is that Ye Hong. It's up to you three to take care of this boy! You still have to judge the calligraphy and painting." Mo Piaoxue was too lazy to listen to Ye Hong's nonsense and handed the person over to the three old men.
"You brat, please explain to us what you drew. If you can't explain why, get out of the Imperial Academy of Literature!"
When Ye Hong heard the old man say that he could get out of the liberal arts college, he suddenly became energetic. He wanted to leave the college most now, but Mo Piaoxue kept watching him. "Really? I can leave the academy now?"
The three old men did not expect that the brat in front of them wanted to leave the academy so much. Others were reluctant to leave. Why did they do it the other way around, "This..."
Mo Piaoxue couldn't stand it anymore and said to Ye Hong, "If you don't tell me clearly, you will stay in the college for the rest of your life!"
"Master Mo, I won't let you do this! I promised you to let me go after taking part in the literature competition!"
"I said it was true, but that was when you took part in the literary competition properly. Now you are competing passively!"
"Why am I so passive in my competition? I always try my best to compete!"
"Then how do you explain this painting!"
"Well... this painting is a little bit worse, but it has everything it should have. That's because the three old men don't know how to appreciate it!" Ye Hong looked at the painting in front of him and felt a little embarrassed, but how could he deny it in public? As for my own work, I started my own quibbles.
The old man was surprised when he listened to the conversation between the two, but when he heard Ye Hong say that they didn't understand Ye Hong's paintings, he immediately became angry and said angrily,
"You brat, why do you say we don't understand appreciation! How can you say these two words on this thing!"
"Don't you understand? My painting method is called free-flow painting. Follow your heart and paint as soon as you put the pen down. Every stroke is an artistic conception. You have to experience it with your heart and see it with your heart!"
Ye Hong clicked on his work as he spoke, "Look at the power of this line, sonorous and powerful, and look at the staggered layers of colors, full of rhythm and three-dimensionality, okay!"
Moreover, the qi flowing between the mountain and the tiger is naturally connected, and the blood vessels are smooth; look at the entire painting and calligraphy, which is smooth and balanced, with straight and straight lines complementing each other, and scattered and scattered. Well... although there are some minor flaws, it doesn't matter; if you look closely at the harmony of the ink and ink, the whole work is simply a masterpiece! "
The three old men were immediately speechless by Ye Hong's words. It seemed that what Ye Hong said was indeed correct, but this painting and calligraphy was still wrong no matter how you looked at it. This was not a masterpiece.
Even Mo Piaoxue next to her was stunned for a moment, "Is this really a masterpiece?"
Ye Hong saw that what he advocated was almost done and the effect was achieved, "Don't take the initiative! This is still false. If you don't believe it, ask the dean!"
"Okay! I'll put this calligraphy and painting away first, and wait for the dean to come back before judging it for you. This time, Ye Hong will be excluded from the calligraphy and painting section. As for the specific ranking of the calligraphy and painting section, it's better to stick to the original decision."
This is the end of the third calligraphy and painting competition.
Next up is the fourth poetry competition, which is also divided into two days. The first day is for written responses. Each participating student must submit a poem in the afternoon of the first day. The judging panel will select from all the poems. The ten best people from the works will be selected to advance to the finals on the second day.
This poem was not difficult for Ye Hong at all. He did not memorize it for nothing back then. He had a reserve of dozens, if not hundreds, of poems.
There was no suspense. When the promotion list was announced on the first night, Ye Hong easily entered the top ten. However, it was a pity that he was only promoted with the second rating, not the first.
"Junior brother, you have advanced again! Congratulations!" Mo Qiongyu said.
"Senior Sister Feng has also been promoted!"
"Senior Sister Feng, we have known for a long time that we will advance. Moreover, Senior Sister Feng has participated in literature competitions for several years, so we are all used to it."
Feng Shuting was also among those promoted in poetry, ranking ninth. Ye Hong was also very surprised when he saw it. Yi Jing had never told him about this.
At first, Yi Jing just told himself that Feng Shuting was good at playing the piano. But Yi Jing was too thoughtful and deliberately told himself that if he had lost to Feng Shuting in choosing poems and was discouraged, he would be defeated by Yi Jing. Jing is very naughty, and the hearts of those who are good at strategizing are indeed dark.
Feng Shuting came to Ye Hong and congratulated: "Congratulations! Junior brother, we can be on the same stage again tomorrow! I hope that junior brother can write better poems."
Feng Shuting was still very happy that she could be on stage with Ye Hong again. I don't know why, but Feng Shuting always feels very comfortable when staying with Ye Hong.
The two talked for a long time, and then they went back to rest when the moonlight gradually faded.
The fourth finals are coming the next day. The ten people who advanced yesterday will decide the leader today. Today's rule is that ten people need to compose poems on the spot within the specified time, and the one who can convince everyone in the end is required to write poems on each other's topics. Get the leader.
Ten people gathered together, and there were many people around who Ye Hong had never seen before. They seemed not to be from the college. Mo Piaoxue was sitting in the upper seat of the hall.
Sitting not far away was a middle-aged man. There was no scholarly air about him, and he did not look like someone who studied literature. And Ye Hong also found that one of the upper seats was empty.
When Ye Hong and others entered the hall, after Mo Piaoxue announced the rules, a young man took the lead in speaking and composing a poem. The young man's name was Ge Qingshu. The young man first saluted the people in the hall and then composed a poem praising the palace.
After receiving nods of praise from many people around him, the middle-aged man in the seat also nodded to Ge Qingshu. Mo Piaoxue was still sipping tea leisurely, as if he didn't care.
Ge Qingshu was the first to compose a poem, and the remaining people also began to recite poems, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. After a while, only Feng Shuting and Ye Hong were left who had not yet composed their poems.
"Junior brother, why don't you take action!"
"Senior Sister Feng, come first!"
"Then senior sister, I won't be polite!"
Feng Shuting stepped forward and bowed to the leader, and then composed a satirical poem about family love. Although Ye Hong didn't study much poetry and mainly memorized it, he still had no problem understanding the general meaning of the poetry.
When he heard Feng Shuting write such a poem, Ye Hong felt quite surprised. He had never seen Feng Shuting mention her family before. When he heard the poem she wrote, Ye Hong felt that the relationship between Feng Shuting and her family was not good. .
Generally speaking, poetry will always contain the author's emotions to a greater or lesser extent. Therefore, from the poetry written by others, we can judge what state of mind or what kind of person the author was at that time. Poetry can also reflect the poet's character. sex.
After listening to the poem written by Feng Shuting, the people around him started to praise it, saying that the poem was very beautiful, while others frowned and said nothing. After listening to Feng Shuting's poem, the middle-aged man in the seat sighed helplessly and said nothing more.
When Feng Shuting finished reciting, Ye Hong came on the stage and recited a pastoral landscape poem. Everyone in the hall praised it greatly after listening to it. Mo Piaoxue also nodded to Ye Hong to show that he was doing well.
A poem for each person is obviously just a warm-up, and it is also to test the skills of the ten people again. The next part of asking each other's questions is the real topic. If you want to write a poem with the corresponding title, you need a lot of skills and knowledge, but this For Ye Hong, it was nothing more than memorizing poems on selected topics.
