Dang, Dang, Dang!
When a quarter of an hour was up, the nuclear officer rang the bell.
Half of the thousands of talented people on the stage shook their heads, put away their pens and ink, and held down the pen and paper to express their abstention. There was no need to continue competing if they couldn't write good poems. They still had self-awareness.
Half of the people on the field suddenly gave up. This kind of thing happens every time. Anyone who often watches the game knows that some people just go up and make up the numbers and don't have much talent at all.
Bai Yu and Ding Kai looked at each other and smiled. If they had the same result if they went up, Wen Mo would have to be talented to show off.
"Yue Guan Yue Wen."
The city lord shouted, and a row of reading officers came up from the stage. These people would go over and look at the quality of the poems. If they were not interesting or relevant, they could just brush them off. This would prevent some people's nondescript writings from being read on the stage. That only It will make the audience laugh and lower the level of the game.
"Any poem that can pass the review level is considered good, but basically only one or two of a hundred poems remain." Yi Jifeng said while drinking.
Bai Yu has also learned about the process of this poetry competition. It is basically the same every time. Except for the changes in the rewards and the meaning of the questions, there are no changes in other aspects.
After half a stick of incense, there were only a dozen or so people left in the field, which can be said to be quite cruel. Some people were even dissatisfied with being brushed off, but as soon as they saw other people's poems, they immediately obeyed. There is no harm without comparison.
"City Lord, the reading has been completed. The excellent text can now be published for comparison."
The reviewer came forward to report, and the city lord nodded in agreement. This was the real beginning of the poetry competition.
"Xuanwen, the poems and essays you have written will be judged by the gentlemen from each academy sitting here to determine the final winner of these poems and essays."
The city lord pointed to the judges on the stage. Some of these people were mortals and some were cultivators, but they all had one thing in common. They were all talented people. No one objected to their judgment.
At this time, someone first picked up the poem in his hand and walked to the high platform in the same row as the city lord. He bowed to the city lord and then read:
For the rest of my life, there will be no more beautiful scenery, every plant and every tree will be loved by me.
The spring breeze and I are both passers-by, you carry the autumn water to embrace the stars,
Being useless is affectionate, being dismissive is lovesickness.
The judges and even the people in the audience nodded in agreement, but as the first people to come on stage, they could not make overly high evaluations. However, this poem is indeed a good poem, and this must be affirmed.
"A love-struck person that everyone yearns for, who is loyal to one person's heart, not bad!" Some judges praised the film.
"Next person."
The remaining people in the audience looked at each other, and then a woman stepped forward.
There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful.
People have three thousand illnesses from birth to old age, but lovesickness alone cannot cure them.
I was originally a green lamp and never returned home, but I fell in love with the world of mortals because of the drunkenness.
The starry sky does not care about travelers, but time passes by close friends.
"They say lovesickness is useless, but who has escaped?" Several judges looked at each other. Love is a disease, and this disease is called lovesickness.
"Next person."
At this time, another person walked up. Bai Yu didn't feel much about the love and affection in the first two songs. After all, he didn't have such feelings yet.
I miss someone far away.
I feel something, deep in my heart.
My hometown is far away and I can't go there without looking at it every day.
I can't understand it deep in my intestines, and I don't think about it every night.
What's more, it's a night with no lights and I'm sleeping alone in an empty hall.
Autumn has not yet dawned, and the wind and rain are coming.
If you don’t learn Toutu Dharma, you will never forget the past.
There was a burst of applause and admiration from the audience. Compared with the previous two poems, this one is straightforward and clear, and the meaning of lovesickness is like a picture. Everyone can understand the scene as soon as they read it.
This deeply touched Bai Yu's heart. I missed my family in a foreign country. At the beginning, I missed people just like him, but he was far away in a distant land and could not come back.
Even the city lord nodded in praise, which was a unanimous praise. Seeing this, the man also smiled and said: "This poem is called "Night Rain""
Everyone nodded, this article was much better than the previous two.
At this time, the person named Pan Qing came up to the stage. Bai Yu still remembered the comparison between him and Wen Sheng, not to mention that both of them could stay on the stage. This shows that the poems he wrote are good, and the literary talent must be also Very outstanding.
Suddenly an old friend came to my heart,
Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already autumn.
Two places miss each other and are showered with snow,
This life can also be considered a total baldness.
There was thunderous applause from both the stage and the audience. He is worthy of being a famous talent from Shengming Academy. This poem is truly an absolute masterpiece, on par with the previous one.
Two people miss each other and are showered with snow, and this life can be considered a common death. This is the regret in the hearts of people who have missed and regretted many times, and it touched the hearts of countless people present.
Pan Qing looked at Vincent. His own style had already won applause from the audience, which was enough to show his talent.
Vincent immediately walked up, unfolded the paper in his hand and said:
It’s hard to stay in spring, and it’s hard to stay in autumn.
When winter comes, my head is covered with frost, and the bright moon shines on the empty building.
There is no reason to love, and there is no reason to hate.
I missed you last year and am sad today. I forgot to look back when we said goodbye.
The same separation means lovesickness, but the more I read this song, the stronger its charm becomes. It is no worse than the previous song, which was about regretful separation, just because I forgot to look back to look at that person for the last time.
There was thunderous applause from both the stage and the audience, and three consecutive poems gave people high praise.
Pan Qing also applauded and praised Vincent's poem at this time. This poem and his other poem are both masterpieces.
Someone came up on the stage one after another. The first three songs were so popular that those who came after them would not admit defeat.
There is nothing else but white tea and pleasure. I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you.
Three miles of breeze, three miles of breeze, you are no longer in the breeze every step of the way.
I am drunk with bitter wine and now we are apart. There is no wind, no moon and no you.
Mixing ink and vinegar by mistake makes it half bitter and half sour.
I hope there will be time to look back and grow old together with deep affection.
I heard on and off stage that this song is somewhat different from the previous songs, but it is definitely a masterpiece. From the audience's response, I know it is a little worse.
At this time, it was Li Ruoxue who walked up. Bai Yu really didn't expect that she would participate, and the literary skills were really not weak. He felt great for being able to stay. He only saw her writing on paper.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
There was another admiration from the audience. It was unusual for a woman to be the main character in the article, and the love was written as a period of meeting, which everyone had to admire.
"Hey~ isn't that your apprentice?"
Ding Kai pushed Bai Yu and pointed to the stage. Bai Yu had already discovered it. He really didn't notice when this kid participated. He didn't notice until the reading was over.
"What kind of good poems and essays can he write? He comes from a poor family and has barely read a few books. But let alone this kid, he is quite impressive. He can actually pass the exam."
"Why doesn't he come up? He can really hold his breath." Ding Kai looked anxious. He was still waiting quietly as people went up to read their poems one by one.
"You must feel that there is no hope! The ones in the front are very powerful, but the ones in the back feel worse."
When I heard the poems that followed one after another, there was a real difference compared to the previous ones.
Until now, people thought that the winning poem should be one of the previous ones. At this time, Canglong picked up his own poem and walked up. He was the last one to go up.
Canglong, who walked to the stage, faced everyone and looked up at his master with a trace of tears in his eyes. Bai Yu could naturally see it, but he didn't know why Canglong was like this.
Canglong unfolded the paper with both hands and said:
The rusty lock on the remaining door has not been opened for a long time, and the gray brick path is covered with dry moss;
Nameless withered grass invaded the courtyard, and a sour taste entered the throat;
Suddenly I remembered that when Gaotang was there, I used to burn the pot on the stove;
Suddenly, I feel like I am only a shadow now, and there is no one to express my feelings in my hometown;
There is no teaching stick left behind the door, and there are no instructions to add clothes to the cold.
The loud voice spread throughout the literary stage, and those who had been listening quietly to the poems felt inexplicably sad. Now that Gao Tang has passed away long ago, the door locks in his former residence are rusty, and nameless weeds have grown all over the courtyard. Returning to There are no old friends in my former home, no one to whom I can express my feelings, and no one to tell Tianhan to wear more clothes.
"What's the name of your poem?"
At this time, the city lord He Shuguang asked, the lovesickness in this poem is not the love of farewell, but the endless longing for relatives in hometown.
"Name it "Wangxiang"" Canglong said while holding back tears.
Bai Yu smiled. He didn't expect that his apprentice had such literary talent, and he also poked at his deep meaning. How could he not look up to his apprentice with admiration.
As soon as "Looking Homeward" came out, everyone fell into deep thought. Who still remembers their old home? No one remembers their life in a foreign country. Even those who have stepped from mortals to practitioners are silent. Is the old mother still alive?
After about half a stick of incense, Mr. Jing on the stage and the city lord He Shuguang finally made a decision after a long discussion.
"After our unanimous evaluation, the two poems "Yu Yu" and "Wang Hometown" are indistinguishable and should jointly rank first." City Lord He Shuguang announced.
As soon as this news came out, the whole audience was involved in discussion. They had never seen it tied for first place.
Bai Yu originally thought he would win for sure, but he didn't expect such a result from the evaluation. However, the song "Ye Yu" is indeed good, but it seems to be a little worse than Cang Long's "Wang Xiang", and it is tied for first place in this evaluation. He can still accept it.
"City Lord, how can there be a tie for the first place? I want to compete with him on another song and ask the City Lord to come up with a topic.
"And you?"
City Lord He Shuguang turned to Canglong and asked, Xu Shengming didn't want to tie for first place with him, so what did he think?
"Then let the city lord come up with a topic!"
Canglong was not afraid. He knew how much ink he had in his belly, so he would compete with each other to see who had the deeper ink.
When Bai Yu heard this, he thought, this guy can do it! Quite arrogant and crazy, a bit like him, hehe!
"Okay, since you all agree, then you two will compete again, let everyone see if your talents and literary talents can conquer everyone again."
City Lord He Shuguang announced to the audience with a smile, and the scene instantly became excited. This was the first time this happened. It seemed that the two of them had to fight it out before they would give up.
He Shuguang picked up the pen and ink and wrote down the meaning of the question, then waved his hand and hung the piece of paper in the air. Everyone could see the meaning of the question, which was just one word.
rain!
Writing rain poems is a very difficult topic, especially for rain scenes and rainy environments. If you can’t express the feeling of rain, it’s basically difficult to win. You may not even be able to pass the official review test.
"In half a stick of incense, let me see how far you can use your talents."
After Xu Shengming and Canglong saw the meaning of the title, they both sat down and thought about the article. How should they write about this rain?
He Shuguang raised his hand and waved, and coolness blew in the sky, and drizzle fell down. This was to help them increase their feelings, and be immersed in the scene to better develop their own feelings and creative abilities.
(Which song do you like, please leave a comment!)
