Cen Wense felt a little strange.
Arthur? Call me? This name is quite new. Could it be that Mr. Fang is from the south?
But the accent doesn’t sound like it?
Maybe it’s a personal habit! But it seems to be quite affectionate to call me that!
Cen Wense didn't think much and slowly sat down.
"Cough...cough...!" Fang Zhengyi cleared his throat and continued: "Thank you all for your support. I, Fang Zhengyi, can't be the master of rudimentary poetry. It's really embarrassing."
"To be honest... I have no interest in poetry! I don't know how to write poetry at all!"
The expressions everyone looked at Fang Zhengyi began to become subtle.
Show off! Pretending, right?
It’s okay to pretend to be humble! But there is no need to be so modest. If you don’t know how to write poetry, then doesn’t everyone know how to write?
Many people secretly despised it and said, "Master Fang is so polite! Your Yulin Bell has spread all over the country!"
"Yes, who in the capital doesn't know about Mr. Fang's poetic talent? I must give you some advice today!"
"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times..."
Seeing someone holding chopsticks and tapping the edge of the bowl to start singing, Fang Zheng quickly said: "Okay! Okay!"
"Since everyone wants me to speak, I will just say a few words!"
After speaking, Fang Zhengyi fell into silence again. The others stared at Fang Zhengyi eagerly, hoping to hear some lofty remarks.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Zheng gathered his thoughts and said, "The poem just now is called Compassion for the Farmers. It was inspired by what I saw when I was doing disaster relief in Jianjiang!"
"There are no special skills in writing poetry. The main thing is to be good at discovering the beauty in life. There is beauty everywhere in life. The more materials are accumulated, the more you combine the poems, you will naturally be able to express your feelings!"
"Just like... uh... hey! Look at this dish!" Fang Zheng looked around, then pointed at the minced beans on the table, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on the dish.
"This plate of minced beans is just ordinary beans."
"A bit of minced meat is nothing, but when they are put together, you can see that they are a delicious delicacy with great flavor!"
All the examiners nodded in agreement.
It makes sense. Composing poems and poems is essentially the accumulation of materials, the modification of writing style, and the sudden flash of inspiration.
But this is nothing profound...
When Fang Zheng saw that everyone was still looking at him, he had no choice but to continue: "Look! There are even panma dumplings here!"
"Do you know how these sesame balls are made?"
Everyone shook their heads, everyone was a scholar, who would study cooking?
The gentleman is far away from the kitchen!
"This sesame ball looks big, but it's actually just a small bit of dough." Fang Zheng stretched out his finger to compare: "How can it burst into such a big ball from such a small point?!"
Everyone shook their heads again, expressing their incomprehension.
Fang Zhengyi's thoughts gradually smoothed out: "It's deep-fried! It starts to expand after being deep-fried. This shows that the dough contains huge power."
"This boiling oil is like inspiration in the creation of poems. If it is not fried, it will always be just plain dough."
"The daily accumulation is important, but without opportunities it is difficult to write poetry!"
"Writing poetry is like fried sesame balls. To write a good poem is 99% accumulation and 1% inspiration!"
“As long as you observe carefully and accumulate with your heart, when the opportunity comes, a flash of inspiration will come, and a good poem will be written naturally!”
"I'm done!"
Fang Zheng wiped away a cold sweat, wondering if he was fooled or not...
Obviously, Fang Zhengyi's words did not fool the others.
Although the example you gave is quite innovative, you are just talking nonsense!
It will not improve your poetry writing skills at all! It’s like nonsense!
Who doesn’t know that writing poetry requires accumulation and inspiration! ?
Accumulation is no problem, but how can I find inspiration? What about practice? What about cases?
Seeing Fang Zhengyi about to sit down, Cen Wense became anxious.
He was a good poet, so he thought he would hear some high-minded talk, but in the end, Fang Zheng talked about a lot of things that were neither salty nor bland.
How can one be satisfied with this?
Before Fang Zheng could sit down, Cen Wense said loudly: "Now that we have talked about it, how about Master Fang do another song for me to learn from?"
Be your mom!
Fang Zhengyi suppressed his nausea and said angrily: "They all say that you need inspiration to write poetry!"
"The article was written by nature, but it was accidentally obtained by a clever hand. I have no inspiration! I can't make it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar of applause!
The examiners looked at Fang Zhengyi with surprise in their eyes.
Cen Wense stood up and said excitedly: "What a poem. Mr. Fang's inspiration comes right out of the blue! It's really admirable!"
Fang Zheng was dumbfounded. Seeing others applauding him, he was completely speechless...
Zhang Dongxiang beside him looked up at him and couldn't help but nod.
wonderful! Wonderful! He is indeed a prodigy!
Although he is not a serious person, his cultural foundation is truly profound, which is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people!
Sure enough!
"..." Fang Zheng started to continue construction on his toes, wanting to slap himself in the mouth!
Now it’s neither standing nor sitting. Do these people still want to continue asking?
Sure enough, immediately after the applause stopped, someone asked: "The article was originally written by nature, but it was accidentally obtained by a good hand. What's next?"
under?
"There's nothing more below!" Fang Zheng said expressionlessly: "I can only do so much when I suddenly have an idea. I really made a fool of myself today! And I can only write rudimentary poems and rudimentary lyrics! I apologize for disturbing everyone's enjoyment. !”
After saying that, Fang Zheng immediately sat down and drank two glasses of wine quickly.
It’s really not something humans do! If I recite a poem from now on, I will be a dog!
Seeing that Fang Zhengyi had already sat down, and his attitude was resolute, everyone could not say anything more, so they could only shake their heads and study on their seats.
However, Cen Wense was already excited and asked unwillingly: "Master Fang, this poem..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zhengyi quickly put the chopsticks into Cen Wense's hands, pointed at the roast chicken on the table and said, "Arthur, use your chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and eat it yourself!"
"This dish is delicious, but don't let it get cold!"
Can't stop your mouth after eating? Shut up you!
Cen Wense awkwardly picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
While he was chewing, Fang Zheng hurriedly filled him with another large bowl full of vegetables.
Shangguan served the dishes himself, and Cen Wense could only eat with his head down to show his courtesy.
The dining table regained its previous warmth.
Three or five people were chatting each other, and while they were chatting, someone suddenly said: "An interesting thing happened today!"
"Master Fang asked me to borrow the stamp, but he also asked three other people to borrow it. When we went to ask for the stamp, we all bumped into each other. There were so many examiners in the examination room, but the four of us bumped into each other. What do you think? Is this a coincidence?!”
"What! Mr. Fang also asked you to borrow a poke?" An examiner immediately screamed.
"That's not right! Mr. Fang should be the first to ask me to borrow it!?"
"Hey! You borrowed it from me too!"
"I also..."
Everyone started talking about this matter.
Finally, I suddenly discovered that Fang Zhengyi had borrowed everyone’s stamps!
The eyes of the whole audience were instantly focused on Fang Zhengyi.
The originally lively and relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense! Dignity and uneasiness surged in the air!
Zhang Dongxiang's face suddenly darkened, as if he had realized something, and he stared unkindly at Fang Zhengyi, who was eating as if no one was around.
He said in a deep voice: "Master Fang, what do you mean? What did you do with all the examiner's stamps you borrowed? Give me an explanation!"
Fang Zheng stopped what he was doing, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.
He wrote lightly: "Poke? What kind of poke?"
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