"Good poems, good poems! Yellow Crane flying in the sky, a turtle on the ground, talking about the Yellow Crane Tower and Turtle Mountain, are the representative buildings of Yellow Crane City, the two rivers will meet here, the location of the Yellow Crane Tower is pointed out, Zhang Xiandi is a native of Chuanqing, the last sentence praised the good of Yellow Crane City with his own mouth, and also quoted historical allusions, just 20 words, extremely refined! But it expresses too much artistic conception, it is simply wonderful! Wonderful! "Xiong Bin praised loudly.

"It is indeed a good poem! Zhang Xiandi deserves to be a third-level poet, and after having this poem, I think Zhang Xiandi will soon be able to go one step further and be promoted to a second-level poet!" Other old men also praised the poems written by Zhang Qiuwen.

Wang Qian rolled his eyes...... This can also be called poetry? It's okay to be poetry? What kind of appreciation level do these people have? This Zhang Qiuwen is still a third-level poet? Poetry lovers don't just write at this level, right?

"I'm going to chant a song too, it's a seven-character quatrain. Zhu Guangqiang also opened his mouth.

"Well, let's have a good look. ”

"The yellow crane has two long legs and a big pointed beak, from west to southeast to north, and is not too tired in a hurry. This poem is called "Yellow Crane Fu". Zhu Guangqiang shook his head and chanted a poem.

"Good poems, good poems! Brother Zhu's poem vividly describes the image of the Yellow Crane, from west to east, south to north, not too tired, describing the indomitable spirit of the Yellow Crane, representing the image of our citizens of Yellow Crane City, and from west to east and from south to north, it also metaphorically shows the important position of Yellow Crane City as the thoroughfare of China's nine provinces! Good poem! Praise! Great praise!" Xiong Bin praised loudly again.

"Good poems! Both vivid and appropriate! Brother Zhu's poetry skills have made great progress in the past two days!" Other old men also praised the poems written by Zhu Guangqiang.

Wang Qian leaned against the wall, his face pale.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wang, did you drink too much wine?" Zhao Xue and the others came up and asked Wang Qian with great concern.

"No, I listened to the poems they wrote...... Wang Qian couldn't hold back for a while, and spit out half of what he had just eaten.

Several other old men took out their housekeeping skills and chanted in public, the one million bounty was too attractive to them, and they all tried their best to get the approval of the leaders of the city government.

The last one to appear was Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association.

"President Yang shocked the whole country!"

"President Yang's poem, that's a thousand words!"

"It's more than a thousand gold, it's a thousand gold!"

"A word of gold can't be described, it's a word of a million gold!"

"Indeed, President Yang's poem One Million One Capital underestimates its value!"

"How can President Young's poems be measured in money? They will be immortalized through the ages!"

Others patted Yang Jiaxi's ass, who let the power of poet rating be in the hands of Yang Jiaxi and other association presidents and vice presidents?

In the sound of everyone's sycophants, Yang Jiaxi's face became more and more proud, and after glancing at Wang Qian contemptuously again, Yang Jiaxi walked to the window, stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and began to chant the poem he had written for the Yellow Crane Tower for several months.

"This bird is very yellow, and its body is full of yellow feathers, why is it very yellow? It turned out to be a yellow crane. Fly like wings in the spring, lay eggs in the summer, go to the south in the fall, and come back next year. The name of this poem is "Four Seasons Yellow Crane". Yang Jiaxi finished reading his poem.

"President Yang's poetry ......" Xiong Bin, president of the Huanghe Poetry Association, habitually wanted to praise a few words, but after saying the first sentence, he froze and couldn't say it for a long time.

"How is President Yang's poem?" the other old men looked at Xiong Bin together.

"President Yang's poetic conception is far-reaching! I realized the deep meaning of it for a long time, and now I would like to express some superficial opinions on my understanding, and everyone must not laugh. Xiong Bin reacted quite quickly, and immediately said a bunch of nonsense to cover up the past.

"Tell me about it. Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society, looked at Xiong Bin with a proud expression.

Wang Qian also looked at Xiong Bin curiously, among this group of people, it was obvious that President Xiong's writing was slightly better, especially his comments on those poems, it was really ...... The poems are not very good, but the critics are very skeletal and strange.

"President Yang's poem makes beginners think it is very simple at first glance, but in fact, it is not, just like we all know that one plus one equals two, but is one plus one equal to two really simple? No, it is not simple at all, for example, why one plus one equals two, can everyone here explain clearly?" Xiong Bin looked around.

Without waiting for everyone to answer, Xiong Bin continued to comment.

"The bird is very yellow, and the first line is very attractive, making people feel that this poem contains endless imagination. The body is covered with yellow feathers, why is it very yellow? It turned out to be a yellow crane. How simple and straightforward the last three sentences are! But with such a simple and straightforward description, the image of a yellow crane has already appeared vividly in front of us! The Chinese characters are broad and profound, and President Yang's mastery of playing with words is vividly reflected in these 20 characters, and his poetic skills have also been perfected!

"Let's look at the next few sentences, fly like wings in spring, lay eggs in summer, go to the south in autumn, and come back next year. Spring is a metaphor for the yellow crane's estrus and courtship season, but it can't be expressed so cheesy in poetry, so it is described as flying with wings, and a pair of yellow cranes in love immediately jumped into our eyes;"

"Since the spring is flying like wings, what do you do in the summer? Then there are only laying eggs, laying eggs, and the plural number of eggs is used here, so there are two eggs! Isn't it now open to the second child? Yellow Crane is also keeping pace with the times, laying two eggs at a time! President Yang ...... No, Master Yang is here as a metaphor for our second child birth policy, and this metaphor is simply wonderful!"

"Lay eggs in summer, fly over the south in autumn of course to prepare for winter, a pair of yellow cranes through the spring wings flying, summer laying eggs, autumn husband and wife with two little yellow cranes to the south together for the winter, what a warm and loving picture!"

In the following sentences, there is spring, summer, and autumn, but there is no winter, and this is the genius of Master Yang, which makes people still unsatisfied after reading the whole poem, and increases their infinite imagination out of thin air. Master Yang is indeed a master poet, and a single poem can metaphorize so many things and paint such a vivid picture, I dare to conclude that this poem will be passed down through the ages and immortal!" Xiong Bin ended his comment with a gushing end.

"Teacher Wang, what's wrong with you? Zhao Xue, Zhou Jie and the others looked at Wang Qian on the wall with great concern, his face was pale, as if he had vomited out all the gastric juice.

"If I don't support the wall, I'll serve President Xiong!" Wang Qian waved his hand, today's dinner was for nothing.

Hou Longtao sent the poems written by Yang Jiaxi and others to the official website and the official Weibo of the Yellow Crane Tower, and also synchronized to the official website of the Yellow Crane City, where the leaders of the municipal government can also see the poems chanted by everyone in real time on the website.

"On today's day of great gathering of friends, doesn't this young man look down on us old things? Isn't he going to write a poem too? Let us see what it means to be a 'poetry lover'?" Zhu Guangqiang took the initiative to provoke Wang Qian.

"Teacher Wang, write a poem!" Zhao Xue also mentioned it to Wang Qian, and it was Shen Linxiang next to her who opened her mouth. Such a good opportunity for Wang Qian to write poetry, of course, cannot be missed.

"That's right, Mr. Wang will write a poem!" Zhou Jie and others also chimed in.

"Hmph! Don't hide from it! It's like you know how much you know poetry!" The people of the Poetry Association also encouraged Wang Qian, their poems had been prepared for a long time, and it took several months of painstaking efforts to write them, even if Wang Qian could write a few crooked poems, what could he write in just a few minutes? Just take this opportunity to step on him.

"Well, since everyone is very interested, I won't spoil everyone's interest. Wang Qian opened the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the Yellow Crane Tower by the river, paced, and stopped after pacing seven steps repeatedly.

Everyone looked at Wang Qian together, there is a poem in such a short time?

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here. The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island. Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried. ”

Wang Qian slowly recited the most famous "Yellow Crane Tower" of Cui Hao in the previous Tang Dynasty.

"What rotten poetry? I don't understand a word. Zhu Guangqiang immediately reprimanded loudly.

"That's it! It's not a poem, and it's not as good as a poetry lover!"

"Young people really don't know the height of the sky, and they dare to compare poetry with us at this level!"

Other old men chimed in.

"What a bad poem he has, President Xiong will give him a few words!" Yang Jiaxi gestured to Xiong Bin beside him.

"His poem...... Uh-uh-uh...... Everyone is very reasonable, I can't understand a word, I don't understand bullshit! One word: rotten! Two words: super bad! Three words: very bad!" Xiong Bin scratched his head and commented a few words.

"Well said! Rotten! He can't even write poetry!"

"It's not comparable to our President Yang's words at all!"

"The strength of a first-class poet can not be compared with a pseudo-poetry lover like him?"

The other old men also immediately mocked Wang Qian together.

"The results of the deliberations of the leaders of the city government have come out! They have taken a fancy to a poem! They have decided to choose that poem as the theme poem of the Yellow Crane Tower, and give a reward of 1 million! And let the calligrapher write it and hang it in the main hall on the first floor of the Yellow Crane Tower!" Hou Longtao, the person in charge of the management office of the Yellow Crane Tower, answered the phone and was very surprised to report the good news to everyone.