As soon as the question came up, Bao Guowei showed no emotion. With his talent and learning, he had gone through nine years of compulsory education, plus high school and university.
Since I was a child, I have been very good at liberal arts. Even if I can write a few poems, it is not a problem.
However, if it was just a small poem, wouldn’t that be a loss of face?
He wants to convince everyone!
"You two, let's start doing the questions!"
Gao Sheng immediately stood by and helped Qin Yun polish his ink. Qin Yun glanced at Bao Guowei with disdain. It was impossible for a man with muddy legs with a middle school diploma to compare with him.
"It's easy to write a few poems and control him." Qin Yun said confidently in his heart.
After saying that, Qin Yun rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to do something big.
Lao Bao naturally knew Qin Yun's resume, and now he couldn't help but worry about Bao Guowei. He was not stupid.
If Bao Guowei loses, then they will be kicked out of the Qin Mansion. It's okay for him to be wronged.
But if Bao Guowei wins, it will be equivalent to making an enemy of Young Master Qin Biao. He knows Qin Yun's temper and is a vengeful master, so he doesn't know what trouble will happen in the future.
Lao Bao thought about it and was about to fill Bao Guowei's pen with ink, but he was so clumsy that he had never done these things before. He was at a loss and became even more confused.
Bao Guowei could see Lao Bao's embarrassment. He took the pen away and said, "Don't worry! Dad, don't you still believe in my literary talent?"
The pen was filled with ink. Bao Guowei looked at the manuscript paper and thought about it. Modern poetry is easy to say. He has learned a lot of modern poetry.
"People, followers, crowds...one person, two people, three people, a group of people, a generation...we have it!"
Bao Guowei was so happy that he wrote it down on the paper one stroke at a time.
"The night gave me black eyes..."
I quickly finished writing a few strokes.
Modern-style poetry is easy to write, but ancient-style poetry is difficult. There are not many well-written ancient-style poems in modern times, not to mention the need to limit the subject matter.
"ambition?"
After hesitating for a long time, he saw Qin Yun holding a brush stained with ink and writing the first poem densely in a large area. It was more like painting than composing poetry.
Bao Guowei had an idea in his mind.
"The Lingtai has no way to escape the divine arrow, wind and rain..."
In less than a while, Bao Guowei had finished two poems. He originally wrote with a pen, so his writing speed was naturally much faster than Qin Yun.
And looking at Qin Yun aside, he sometimes stopped writing and hesitated, sometimes splashed out ink, but he didn't even finish his first modern-style poem.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Xiong, I've finished writing."
At this time, Mr. Qin and Xiong Shili, who were enjoying tea at the big table nearby, were both shocked.
"So fast?" Mr. Qin murmured in his heart.
He waved towards Gao Sheng and asked, "Gao Sheng. How many minutes did it take him?"
Gao Sheng replied: "It takes less than half a stick of incense."
Lao Bao was anxious, what kind of poem could he write with this half stick of incense? When he took a closer look, he saw that the words were written vigorously, but he didn't recognize a few of them.
All he knew was that there were only a few sentences written on the two pieces of paper. When he glanced at the young master Qin Biao next to him, he saw that one poem by him was more than two poems by Guowei.
"Guowei..."
Seeing that Lao Bao was panicking, Bao Guowei was calm and said in a low voice: "Don't worry! I'm confident."
Qin Yun was a little surprised when he saw that Bao Guowei had finished answering, and thought: "So fast! Forget it... He has no ability, he must not be able to write anymore, so he just wrote a few sentences to fool around!"
After another quarter of an hour, Qin Yun finally finished writing.
Qin Yun returned to the table and drank tea, while Gao Sheng came to dry the ink on the manuscript paper and put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Lao Bao wanted to help, but Master Qin stopped him.
"Old Bao, that's no need. You are no longer from our Qin Mansion, and the Qin Mansion doesn't want this favor from you."
Lao Bao was startled. He had been in the Qin family for thirty years, how could he not have feelings?
He moved his mouth a few times, but in the end no sound came out. He just bowed and retreated behind Bao Guowei.
Xiong Shili and Mr. Qin came forward, and Gao Sheng helped them carry tea.
Master Qin picked up two of Qin Yun's poems. His expression became much gentler, he nodded, and praised: "Yes, at least the calligraphy is very good. It is right to teach you how to practice calligraphy since you were a child."
After hearing this, Qin Yun felt proud and said with a smile: "Thank you uncle for the compliment."
Then, he glanced disdainfully at Bao Guowei's pen calligraphy, to which Bao Guowei had no reaction.
people, follow the crowd
"People, step out from the crowd,
Like dewdrops in the morning sun, they shine with a unique light.
In the noisy world, find yourself,
Don’t be constrained by other people’s eyes and fly freely. "
"People, step out from the crowd,
Like the stars in the night sky, light your way.
In the bustling city, stick to your original intention,
Don’t be swayed by material temptations and move forward courageously. "
"People, step out from the crowd,
Like a ship in the ocean, it moves forward through the waves.
In the baptism of wind and rain, perseverance,
Don’t be defeated by difficult challenges and never give up. "
Mr. Qin read it slowly. The more he read, the more he frowned. The poem was a bit too white, and the more he read, the less interesting it became.
After reading this poem, he picked up another poem.
"Wandering a Thousand Miles"
“The towering green mountains are endless, and the vast Yangtze River is flowing.
Aim high and have a far-reaching heart, and be as ambitious as autumn.
Who can know the wind and clouds of thousands of years? I travel thousands of miles of mountains and rivers alone.
Wearing stars and moons, chasing the wings of the wind, riding the wind and waves and laughing proudly on the island. "
After looking at it, Mr. Qin's expression became much more relaxed. At least the confrontation was correct, the theme and conception were good, and there was also some passion.
Bao Guowei also listened to Mr. Qin finish reading it, and felt a little funny. He thought to himself: "These two poems are not as good as my own writing using AI."
"Mr. Xiong, what do you think?" Master Qin asked.
In fact, he had a rough idea of the depth of these two poems as soon as he read them, but it was only etiquette that he should ask Xiong Shili for comment first.
Xiong Shili stroked his beard and said slowly: "This first poem is a bit off topic from the perspective of not understanding the words as human beings, but when placed in this poem, it makes sense. It's just that the writing style is not good enough and is too white. .”
"Although vernacular poetry does not emphasize artistic conception but emphasis on perception, it is too Westernized and lacks some of the artistic conception of poetry. After all, although it is written in vernacular, it is still written in Chinese."
"Mr. Xiong is right. It does read too white."
Seeing that Qin Yun on the side was a little frustrated, Xiong Shili continued: "Actually, the fact that the poetry is white enough is not a shortcoming. When the vernacular poetry first came out a few years ago, it was even whiter than this."
"It's just...just look at this poem, noise, material, ships, challenges, etc., these are all Westernized vocabulary. Westernized vocabulary is indeed rigorous, and it is beneficial to use it in science study."
"However, if Westernized vocabulary is abused in Chinese writing, it will affect the artistic conception of the overall poem. This is what I mean when I say that your poem is too white and it is not good."
