Poems about the moon?

Li Fan nodded, tonight's competition questions will be related to the moon, and he has also heard about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Even if he hadn't heard of it, he could imagine it. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon can't be bypassed no matter what.

At half past six in the evening, Li Fan sat in front of the computer on time. The last game is over, and he is also a little emotional. In the past half a month, he will stay in front of the computer at this time every night, and he is a little used to it.

After the competition questions came out, as expected, it was the moon as the theme of the poem.

"Sure enough, it is a poem with the theme of the moon, and the biggest attraction tonight is whether Yan Mu can be reversed and succeeded. ”

"I just took a look at the pre-game previews of some famous players, and Yan Mu does still have a chance. ”

Most netizens are also aware of the possible changes in tonight's game at this time. This piqued everyone's interest even more, and games with suspense are often more appealing.

At this time, the status of the four participating authors in the video window is also completely different from the previous two rounds.

They didn't conceive poems at this time, but kept interacting and greeting netizens.

Obviously, the works are all ready in advance.

Among them, Fei Yang and Mo Bai are the most relaxed. They have already missed the final championship one round early, and tonight's game should be regarded as their carefully prepared works for everyone to enjoy.

After all, such an opportunity is very rare. Not only are countless netizens watching, but also many celebrities are also paying attention.

At this time, they are constantly thanking the netizens who have supported them since the start of the game.

The state of Fei Yang and Mo Bai also made Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan nod secretly. They weren't frustrated by missing out on the championship one round earlier, and that mindset was very important.

Yan Mu's state was also relatively relaxed, only occasionally seeing a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows.

As for Li Fan, he is naturally very relaxed and interacts with netizens, and selects some questions from netizens to answer from time to time.

Netizens were happy, but it made Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan worried.

Netizens thought that Li Fan was the same as Yan Mu and the three of them, and the work must be ready. But Han Zhong and the others knew that Li Fan should not have prepared his works in advance.

Since you are not ready, why don't you hurry up and conceive the work now, and interact with netizens blindly? If it is really reversed by Yan Mu in the end, it will be good-looking.

It has to be said that their fears are very justified. Because, Li Fan did not prepare his works in advance.

It's just that they don't know that Li Fan doesn't need to make any preparations at all.

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Time flies.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the last four poems of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference finally met with everyone.

"It's coming!"

Countless netizens couldn't help but whisper, these are the last four poems of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference. Many people have a faint sense of reluctance in their hearts, which also makes them look at these four poems very carefully.

On the Internet, it is rare to be quieter at this time. Of course, this quiet will certainly only be temporary.

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Jingjing University, faculty dormitory apartment.

Gu Yan held the teacup in both hands, looked at the computer for a while, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea, which was very comfortable.

Among the four people, what he was most looking forward to was Li Fan's works, but he didn't deliberately look for them. Rather, it is seen from left to right, one by one.

While watching, I couldn't stop nodding my head. He has read the first two articles, and he also gave a very good evaluation in his heart. It's not an exaggeration to say they're boutiques.

Immediately, Gu Yan continued to look at the third work.

After a while, Gu Yan's eyes lit up, and there was a faint hint of excitement between his eyebrows. He even sat up a little straighter, and the teacup in his hand had been placed on the computer desk.

"I never imagined that I could see such a wonderful moon poem. Presumably this work should be Li Fan's. Well, it must be, and I guess only he can write such a masterpiece. ”

Gu Yan carefully read this work several times, and then after savoring it carefully, he remembered that there was another work in the back.

"Alas, I'm afraid that there will be some gaps between the latter one and this one. Gu Yan sighed in his heart.

Still, he moved his gaze to the last work, and in any case, he must still look at it. It's a big deal to read it once, and then go back and continue to taste the third one.

It's just that when he set his sights on the fourth work. Just look at the first sentence, just one sentence.

Just let his eyes widen, and his face was full of incredulity. With a "whoosh", he stood up directly from the chair, and saw that the action did not look like an old man who was over his age at all, and even the tea cup placed next to the computer monitor was almost brought down by his action.

Immediately, I saw Gu Yan looking at the computer screen with burning eyes, his face was full of red light, his hands were trembling slightly because of excitement, and the whole person seemed to be a lot younger.

The first verse he saw was like this.

"When is the bright moon? ”

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Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"Haha! yes, that's good. This third poem should be Li Fan's kid, right? It seems that that kid is really easy to write poems. Just seeing his relaxed appearance before the game, I really sweated for him. Han Zhong said, with excitement in his voice.

After finishing speaking, Han Zhong looked up at Bai Yi and Liu Yuan, waiting for them to answer. This kind of happiness must be shared with them, and one person is not as happy as several people are happy together.

just waited for the sky to change, but the two didn't answer. Han Zhong wondered, and was about to call them out. But suddenly I saw the two of them slamming the table at the same time, and standing up at the same time with a "whoosh", and their movements were surprisingly coordinated.

This sudden action, coupled with the sound of two heavy slams on the table that sounded almost at the same time, startled the unprepared Han Zhong.

Han Zhong patted his chest, which was beating slightly rapidly because of fright, and he also figured it out, these two must have also seen Li Fan's poem. Because of the excitement, they will do this at the same time.

However, Han Zhong was also a little puzzled, "Li Fan's poems are indeed very good. Excitement is due, but it's too exaggerated, isn't it?"

Han Zhong shook his head and decided to ignore the two for the time being. There's one poem left to read.

Han Zhong, who lowered his head, was about to read the last poem. But Bai Yi's suppressed voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"When is the bright moon?

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

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(To be continued.) )