Chapter Twenty-Six: The Boy's Walk

At half past three in the afternoon, the twenty people who entered the finals stood on the stage, and in front of them were placed a desk, which is said to be decades old, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed on it in a regular manner.

Brush writing has not been ignored in this world, but is equally valued like fountain pen writing, and most people can write, but whether it looks good depends on how good their kung fu is.

Anyway, Suning's current calligraphy is at the good-looking level, after all, he has been trained hard, but I don't know why the corresponding skills are not displayed in the talent attributes of the system, it stands to reason that his calligraphy is enough to be judged as a skill.

In front of them sat ten judges, most of whom were university professors or experts from poetry societies.

Spectators sit in the stands, which have monitors on all sides and can watch the poems written by the players.

"Hello everyone, I am the host of this year's Sichuan Provincial Poetry Competition, my name is Yan Bing. A woman in costume walked up to the stage with a microphone and saluted everyone with a smile.

"As we all know, ancient poetry is an excellent traditional culture in our country, and poetry has a long history, which can be traced back to the "Poetry Fu Biography" of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Even in modern times, there are still many modern and ancient poems that are making a splash, and our poetry contests have gradually become a cultural custom, so let's look forward to the performance of these contestants this year. ”

Everyone applauded, and then Yan Bing briefly introduced the ten judges.

"The final of the poetry competition is divided into three sessions, each lasting up to fifteen minutes.

Each contestant's poem will be scored by the judges, removing the highest score and the lowest score, calculating the total score, and the ranking is calculated according to the total score of the three games, and the contestants with the same total score will be ranked first according to the answer time. ”

After Yan Bing finished speaking, he walked to the judges, "Let's see what type of questions are in the first competition?"

The ten judges exchanged ideas, and then an old man stood up, smiled and saluted: "I see that this year's contestants have several high school students, and even one junior high school student, which makes me feel very gratified."

When I see so many teenagers, I feel that our ancient poetry is becoming more and more prosperous. Ladies and gentlemen, can you let me sell an old one, first ask a topic, and throw bricks and stones. ”

Everyone nodded, "Since Elder Niu has spoken, how can he not allow it?"

"Elder Niu, you're polite, your topic must be fine. ”

“……”

"Okay, since that's the case, then let's take the teenager as the theme and write about the teenager. ”

Everyone applauded, for the people who eat melons, no matter what the topic is, they can applaud, after all, they just look at the excitement.

But the contestants are a little embarrassed, it's not that the poem is difficult to write, the title is simple after all, from ancient times to the present, poets are indispensable to write teenagers, even ordinary people can write two sentences, but because of this, it is too difficult to write well.

"We can see that everyone is embarrassed about this topic, because there are too many poems about teenagers, and there are many poems that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which really affects everyone's performance. Yan Bing said with a smile.

Suning pondered for a moment, there were many poems about teenagers in his previous life, Li Bai and Wang Wei left more than one poem, Suning screened for a while, and then picked up the pen and wrote.

"Look at the number 19 player, he has already started to pick up the pen. Yan Bing exclaimed, and the camera hurriedly swept to Suning, and the traces on the paper were unobstructed.

"It's too fast, this kid is still too young to give up. ”

"I'm still too young to write poetry. ”

"I didn't even think about it, what good poems could I write?"

"There is a famous mouth among the judges, and when he educates the students, he is scolded for being a bloody dog, and some of him suffers it. ”

"The judges are shaking their heads, but we're still looking forward to the next one. ”

"Look, he's starting to write. ”

I saw Suning's pen and ink wave, and the three big characters of "Youth Xing" were written on the paper.

The judges discussed, "It turned out to be an old question in Yuefu, but I didn't expect that someone would use this topic now." ”

"The old questions are good, but it's too difficult to write well. ”

"Don't worry, it's not too late to wait until he's done. Niu Lao said with a smile.

"Hit the building and drink the wine, and the sword song is easy to water.

After Prince Yan, he was entrusted with the state.

The young man is brave and fierce.

Because of the reckless sentence practice, don't bully each other. ”

Suning stopped writing, and the surroundings were silent for a moment, until Niu Lao slapped the table and stood up, "Okay." ”

The audience also applauded, and Niu Lao said, "This classmate, can you let me appreciate it?"

Suning nodded, and Niu Lao said, "If I'm not mistaken, this poem should be written by Jing Ke."

Everyone knows that Jing Ke's wind is sluggish and easy to be cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone, very bleak and poignant.

However, the beginning of this poem uses Jing Ke's allusion to show the young man's yearning and longing for Jing Ke's deeds.

The admiration for heroes is a common psychological trait among teenagers.

The whole poem is written from Yi Shui Drink, but it does not take off or stick, if it is about to leave, it jumps from Jing Ke's life experience to his own life experience, and injects the pride and ambition from Jing Ke's body into his own spiritual world, condensing into a kind of inspiring pride and firm belief in life: "The young man is brave and strong, and he is fierce and self-conscious."

Then write Lu Jujian. Lu Jujian was a person from the Warring States Period, and Jing Ke at that time played chess and gambled in Handan, but in the end they quarreled with each other.

The story of Jing Ke is still lyrical here, which appropriately expresses the psychological characteristics of the teenager.

This poem is a very good poem whether it is a battle, content or artistic conception, and I give it ten points. ”

Suning's face was red when he was praised, and Li Bai was so fierce.

In the end, Suning's poem scored five tens, four nines, and one eight, with an average score of 9.5 points.

Now the players are panicking, this person has a big move at the beginning, how can he compare?

Fifteen minutes later, the remaining nineteen people handed in their answer sheets, but unfortunately the highest score was only an eight, written about the teenager's Top Gun, which was very powerful.

"In the last game, the players showed us a lot of excellent poems, and I hope that in the next game, we will work harder and win the first place. After Yan Bing finished speaking, everyone applauded again, perfectly fulfilling the obligations of an audience and applauding.

"In the second game, it is now in the afternoon, and you will be able to see the sunset soon, so we will use the sunset as the title to describe the sunset in your heart. ”

Suning muttered, "Poetry of things, then use Zhu Xi's, although it is not very famous, but it is not bad, those famous poems of the ages are too wasteful to use now." ”

"Sunset

The sunset is the first few peaks in the southwest, and the broken glow is thousands of miles away from the red.

Above the Jiege railing, want to do the rest of the evening breeze. ”