If you compare modern poetry with ancient style poetry, relatively speaking, Lu Yao prefers ancient style poetry.

From the Book of Poetry, to the five-character quatrain, the seven-character quatrain, and then to the Song Ci, whether it is rhyme or rhetoric, it is extremely beautiful and far-reaching.

The Chinese language is broad and profound, and one thing that has always been important is to be concise and to the point.

In many cases, it is not too much to say, but it is enough to understand.

Just a few lines of words are catchy, even if they are only a few dozen words, but they can often make you present a picture of hundreds or thousands of words in your mind.

In response to that sentence:

Concentrate is the essence.

It is not to belittle modern poetry.

There are also classics in modern poetry.

When he was reading, he also liked many modern poems that were poets.

For example, Ai Qing's "I Love This Land", Beidao's "Answer" and "Everything", Zheng Chouyu's "Error", Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", Gu Cheng's "Generation", Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" and so on.

After reading these poems, he also spent a while looking for more modern poems.

But the end result was disappointment.

Compared with ancient poetry, one of the characteristics of modern poetry is freedom.

However, as the old saying goes: you can't make a circle without rules.

Once everything is overdone, it is too much.

It's too free, so that any demon and monster can mix it.

The threshold is so low that even cats and dogs can write modern poems casually.

For example, now Lu Yao can improvise a song.

yes

Now that I'm here,

Feeling so free,

Hi yo,

I feel like my life has reached the pinnacle,

I really want to write a poem,

Cheer up.

Over。

If that's poetry.

"Lu Yao, I almost forgot to tell you about the rules. Professor Lang patted his head, "Each poem, regardless of whether it is a modern poem or an ancient poem, has a full score of 10, and after it is submitted, all the judges score it separately, and then remove the highest score, remove the lowest score, take the average, and it is the remaining score." ”

"Oh. ”

Lu Yao nodded indiscriminately.

Now he is like a killer who has no feelings.

At first, he just thought that he would be invited to the competition.

But I didn't expect this Professor Lang to speak so highly of him, and he actually pulled him directly to the judges' seat.

Originally, he was quite flattered by this kind of treatment.

Surrounded by bigwigs, even giants.

Unexpectedly: there was a greasy woman sitting next to her who could be a judge with a few limericks.

It is conceivable that the weight of this judge is so uneven.

"Lu Yao, I have watched your performance on the show "I Really Am Really Original" before, and I feel that you are a man who dares to be a man, what do you have to say. Professor Wei looked at him with a smile: "In this way, you don't have to be restrained in the jury seat today, you can say whatever you think about these students' works, and you don't have to scruple at all!"

"Oh. ”

"By the way, the theme of today's poetry meeting is 'Acacia', which should be more suitable for you young people. Professor Lang said. Sang Jieyi smiled slightly: "Professor Lang, I think that 'Acacia' is very suitable for both young people and old people. Didn't you just marry a young beauty?

After all, for human beings, love is an eternal theme!"

"Oh, hahaha, yes, yes!" Professor Lang laughed.

……

Dozens of students from the school participated in this poetry meeting.

These students are clearly the best at poetry.

When the theme was announced, dozens of people either frowned and pondered, or wrote hard, with different ideas and methods.

Some of them pay attention to slow work and meticulous work, and some are more dependent on inspiration, and the pen is unbridled.

Some students can submit their papers in one go in a few minutes.

Some of them spent the prescribed half an hour completely before they reluctantly signed and submitted the work under it.

After all the works were handed in, the host took the stage.

I have to say: Yenching Art School deserves to be a first-class school in China, and it is very rich.

Even holding a poetry club has such a battle.

Large screens, projectors, stage red carpets, and professional hosts are all available.

"First of all, I present to you the work of Zhao Lingyu, a junior student of the XX department, "Waves", this is a modern poem, please comment and score the judges!"

Professor Lang looked intently at the modern poem projected on the big screen, reading silently and nodding slightly.

"Well, this modern poem, at first glance, is writing about the scene, writing about the rippling lake under the majestic wind, the willows on the shore, and the birds flying on the trees, but if you take a closer look, it expresses the protagonist's calm surface and soft heart, the style is delicate, not bad, not bad!"

As he spoke, he lit up the 8-point sign.

"I think she writes too vaguely and doesn't express enough feelings, so I can only give 7 points. ”

Professor Wei said.

"I give it an 8. "Sang Jieyi and Professor Lang have the same ratings.

Lu Yao glanced at the poem quickly.

Then he lowered his eyes.

This poem?

"Waves"?

Hehe!

There was no wave in my heart, and I even wanted to laugh!

"Lu Yao, Lu Yao!"

He was out of his mind when Professor Lang called out to him softly.

"You haven't scored yet, hurry up!"

Lu Yao woke up and grabbed a sign casually.

"Two points?!"

Professor Lang gasped.

All the judges were also amazed.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

"Two points, isn't that too much?"

"Why is he so low?"

"That's our talented Zhao girl!"

"Who is this guy and why is he on the judges' bench?"

It seems that Lu Yao, who became popular on the Internet some time ago, has a hand in singing and playing the piano, but it seems that none of his works are original to him, they are all obtained from friends. ”

"This guy is just a straw bag who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, this low score is given on purpose, right?

"I suspect this guy is targeting us modern poets!"

“……”

Not only them, but even several judges had this idea.

Sang Jieyi, who just regarded him as a bosom friend, has a face like the first poem in her poetry collection:

"Black".

"The next one is the work of Song Hang, a sophomore in the XX department, "Looking at the Sky", this is an ancient style poem, please comment and score the judges!"

Professor Lang was still the first to score.

"This ancient style poem, whether in terms of rhyme or artistic conception, can be regarded as a good product, I give 9 points. ”

"I give it an 8. ”

"8 points. ”

……

The last one to score is still Lu Yao.

All eyes were on him.

Lu Yao slowly looked at the poem.

He frowned slightly.

In all fairness: the level of poetry in this world is much lower than in previous lives.

With Li Bai Du Fu and other works in front of him, he really couldn't be interested in the ancient style poems of these students.

"3 points. ”

After a moment of silence, there was another boom.

Sang Jieyi was also a little puzzled.

It seems that he is not targeting modern poetry?

In a short time, the rating of dozens of works ended.

Lu Yao's performance is undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

His rating looks fair.

2 points, 3 points.

The maximum is 3 points and the minimum is 2 points.

Of all the judges, he firmly occupies the throne with the lowest score.

The host couldn't help but ask the questions in their minds for the audience.

"Judge Lu, your score has always been the lowest, do you not like poetry? Another point: I found that you give 3 points to ancient style poems, while modern poems are 2 points, are you aiming at modern poetry?"

"Oh? no, I'm not targeting anyone!" Lu Yao shook his head: "The score is low because I think: everyone here writes poems that are empty and moaning without illness." ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was immediately excited.

"That's arrogant, isn't it?"

"Why don't you go to heaven?"

"You can do it!"

Even Professor Lang's face couldn't hold back.

"Lu Yao, if you think they are all moaning without illness, why don't you show your hand and calm them?"

Lu Yao nodded.

He'd already thought it out.

"Come, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, waiting!" called Professor Lang.

Someone immediately sent the four treasures of the study.

Lu Yao took the brush, took a deep breath, and lifted the pen overnight.

"Ugly Slave • Book Yanjing Art School"

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it.

I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn. ”

As he wrote, Professor Lang's eyes grew straighter.