At this time, Huang Yuanzheng finally stood up, and Zhang Wensheng immediately said: "Mayor Huang seems to have something to say, please let Mayor Huang speak!"
Huang Yuanzheng smiled and said: "Couplet is one of the traditional Chinese cultures. It pays attention to neat opposition and coordination of oblique and oblique. It is a unique cultural and artistic form of the Chinese language with one word and one sound. It is a treasure of Chinese Han traditional culture. I think since it is a cocktail party, then How about taking it easy and comparing poems and couplets?"
"Okay!" Many people agreed very much.
"Then let's compare poems first, but both sides need to show their calligraphy skills." Huang Yuanzheng said: "Let the hotel prepare pens, inks, paper, inkstones and desks."
"Okay, Mayor Huang." Zhang Wensheng immediately ordered.
Soon, the hotel staff moved two desks and put pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them.
Daotian Guiyi said to Mayor Huang: "Since it is Mayor Huang's proposal, then please ask Mayor Huang to come up with the title of the poem."
"Wine is also one of the Chinese cultures. Since today is a cocktail party, let's use wine as the theme of the poem. Both sides can write, and whoever writes a poem about wine and then reads it will not only compare the quality, but also the speed." Huang Yuanzheng Looking at Mingxi over there, "Ms. Mingxi, would you like to read their poems?"
"It's what I asked for." Mingxi immediately stood up with a smile and walked to the stage.
Daotian Guiyi stood up and said: "Mayor Huang, since there is a competition, there must be a winner!"
Huang Yuanzheng's heart tightened, and he understood that Daotian Guiyi wanted to put the matter of setting up a university out in the open. Under the witness of everyone, if their Japanese cultural group won, he would not be able to refuse.
What should I do?
At this time, Chen Feng suddenly said: "I heard that you Japanese people want to open a university in Huacheng. Our Qingming Group also has this idea. If I win the next competition, then please ask Mayor Huang to consider our Qingming Group to open a university." plan of."
I was overjoyed that the rice fields were back, but I didn't expect this fool to bring it up first, "If we win, please Mayor Huang consider us."
Huang Yuanzheng thought to himself, fortunately, Chen Feng didn't say anything full, he just said that he would consider it. This left him some room. If the Japanese win, he can find a way to refuse. Otherwise, the Japanese will really open a university. Then don't stay in Hwaseong.
"Okay, if whoever wins the next competition of poetry and couplets, then I will definitely consider the matter of opening a university." Huang Yuanzheng said: "Now let's invite both parties to start!"
Noda, who was shouting very loudly, did not go up. It was Matsushima Ichiro who went up. Either Matsushima Ichiro is very powerful. Of course, it is also possible that Noda suddenly remembered that time at Qingming School, and was beaten after those inhuman poems written by Chen Feng. Back off.
"The others continue to drink! When the poem is finished, we will enjoy the poem while tasting wine..."
"I've already made one!" Chen Feng said on the stage.
So fast! ?
Many people looked at Chen Feng in surprise when he picked up the rice paper and handed it to Ming Xi.
Mingxi looked at the poem, her beautiful eyes sparkling again and again. She unfolded the poem and faced everyone, "I don't know calligraphy, but I think Chen Feng's font is unique and pleasing to the eye."
An old man who knew calligraphy in the audience praised: "This character is handsome, ethereal and elegant, with delicate strokes, giving people a beautiful enjoyment, and it is quite the font style of Master Wu Ziming."
"Yes, it does look like Master Wu's calligraphy." Another person said.
Although Huang Yuanzheng didn't know calligraphy, he had heard of Master Wu's name and thought to himself that Chen Feng really had two brushes. He felt a little relieved and said, "Then please read it to Mingxi." , let’s listen to the poem again.”
Mingxi's magnetic voice slowly read:
The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa.
Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?
At the wine feast, the mellow grape wine was filled into luminous cups. Just as he was about to drink, the pipa sounded, as if urging people to go to war. If you are lying drunk on the battlefield, please don't laugh. How many people who went out to fight in ancient times returned to their hometowns?
"good!"
"What a poem!"
"..."
Although some people know that Chen Feng is unbearable, after all, they are facing Japanese people, so of course they must be consistent with the outside world!
The faces of the people in Daotian Guiyi were not very good. This Chen Feng really should not be underestimated.
Inada Guiyi looked at Matsushima Ichiro who was scratching his head, and cursed in his heart: What is this soul doing? !
In fact, Matsushima Ichiro also made a song, but it is much worse than Chen Feng's. If you read it out, you will naturally be judged, so it is better not to show it out and make a fool of yourself first, and then write a good one.
At this time, an old man stroked his beard and praised: "This poem uses passionate writing, sonorous and exciting tones, and beautiful and dazzling words to describe the soldiers' different military careers. What a good poem!"
"I have another song!" Chen Feng said.
Everyone was not surprised, but amazed, it was so fast!
Mingxi walked to Chen Feng's desk again, gently picked up the rice paper, and read in a magnetic voice:
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
"pretty!"
"What a poem!"
"..."
Everyone at the classmates' table was silent, and a female classmate suddenly whispered: "Although Chen Feng has changed, his poetic talent is still the same as before. I remember that when he was in school, he once won the gold medal of the Huaxia University Poet, and now It seems like it’s even more powerful.”
Xie Yufei looked at Chen Feng on the stage with a complicated expression, her high-spirited look just like yesterday.
Noda from the Japanese Cultural Troupe here was livid, "What are Matsushima-kun doing?"
Jingzi looked at Chen Feng with admiration, "I knew from the last time that this person is like a god of poetry."
"Miss Jingzi, you should know your position." Inada Guiyi looked at her coldly.
Jingzi smiled, "Don't President Inada think Chen Feng's poems are very good?"
Inada Guiyi snorted coldly, "That's good, but I believe Matsushima Ichiro can write better poems..."
"I wrote another song!" Chen Feng's voice sounded again.
Da Tian Guiyi almost fell to the ground. Is this guy a pervert? How can it be so fast? How could this be! ?
Mingxi's smile was as bright as a flower. This Chen Feng was so incredible. She picked up the rice paper and read out:
Wine and song, life geometry!
Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and worries will be unforgettable.
How to relieve worries? Only Dongfeng.
Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.
But for your sake, I still ponder this...
Everyone was no longer surprised or amazed, they had deeply understood that Chen Feng was simply the reincarnation of the God of Poetry.
Not only does it work quickly, but it also does it so well. What is he other than the God of Poetry? !
"What a song about life while drinking wine!" Huang Yuanzheng couldn't help but praise loudly: "Wine reflects life and ideals, which is heartfelt and makes people feel the same."
He was so happy, Chen Feng was such a surprise to him.
Chen Feng on the stage suddenly stopped writing, "The fourth song is finished!"
Everyone is numb, and so are the rice fields.
Zhang Wensheng's eyes were filled with jealousy, Chen Feng! Let you show off for a while, and finally make you look good!
Ming Xi picked up Chen Feng's poem, with an extremely shocked look in her eyes, "This is simply a masterpiece for the ages. Once this poem is published, all poems about wine can be put aside."
Huang Yuanzheng smiled and said: "Then let us listen to this eternal song!"
Ming Xi cleared her throat and turned her voice impassioned:
I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
…………
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!
Everyone fell into a brief silence.
Is this a poem made by a human being? This is a poem written by God!
Ichiro Matsushima threw down his brush, his face turned ashen.
He lost so badly that he couldn't even write the last three songs, let alone the last one!
He looked at Chen Feng with a look of admiration, and he bowed deeply, "I greatly admire Mr. Chen's poetic talent. I lost!"
Almost everyone stood up and gave Chen Feng the warmest applause.
At this time, Xiao Hejun stood up and said, "This must be his previous poem, but he just moved it out today at the right time."
Liu Meiqi stood up and said: "Even if Chen Feng wrote it before, can you, the Japanese cultural troupe, write such a poem? I'm afraid I won't be able to write it in my lifetime!"
"You..." Mr. Xiaohe said with a livid face: "I don't accept it. I want to compete with Mr. Chen Feng in a poetry competition. I will say one sentence, and the next sentence will start with the words of the previous sentence. Then he will read another poem, and each sentence The poem must be neat, refreshing, and pleasant to the ears. Those who put it together randomly or have poor verses will lose, and those who cannot connect within ten seconds will lose!"
Poetry Solitaire not only tests your poetic talent, but also your reaction speed. This is a very outrageous competition, and you have to be a pervert among perverts to dare to play it.
"No problem." Chen Feng made an OK gesture, "Please give me a question."
Xiao He walked up to the stage, thought for a moment, and said, "If the Luo Bian is lifted by the wind, who will pick the red lotus?"
"Pick chrysanthemums and go down to the east to see Nanshan leisurely." Chen Feng said immediately.
Xiaohe said casually: "It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees."
Chen Feng immediately picked up, "The sound of springs swallows dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and the green pines are green."
"The wind in the pines unwinds the belt, and the moonlight in the mountains plays the harp."
"The sound of the piano fills the house, and the books fill the bedside."
"The bonobo has a bun on his head, and the moon is shining brightly in his ears."
"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."
…
The two of them were on par with each other in every word, and everyone was amazed. Needless to say, Chen Feng, this Japanese Xiaohe is indeed very powerful. No wonder he was able to defeat so many famous figures in the Chinese literary world at the last Huacheng exchange meeting. .
However, after the two of them answered more than 20 sentences each, Xiaohe began to have some difficulty.
Chen Feng said: The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night, close to the restaurant. "
Xiaohe's mind was a little confused, and after a while he said: Home... My family is in my hometown, and the family members rarely meet, and there is a banquet tonight... and they are scattered. "At least it worked out.
How could Chen Feng give him a chance to slow down, "The stream flew down three thousand feet, it was like the Milky Way falling from the sky."
"Heaven...heaven..."
Chen Feng pointed to the sky and said, "There are fairies in the sky!"
Everyone laughed.
Xiaohe's face was ashen, "I...I can't catch up."
