The heart of a poet is always lively and sensitive.

After the veterans of this line of modern poetry came in, except for Wang Qiushi, the hearts of the other people in the conference room almost began to pound, and the blood began to surge slowly, and the atmosphere quickly became warm.

Soon, the greetings ended, and everyone was in place.

The president of the Modern Poetry Association on the rostrum opened his mouth to speak, briefly introduced the poetry meeting and the results of the previous poetry meetings, and then introduced the judges in turn, and finally officially announced the start of the personal poetry competition.

The microphone was handed over to the male host on the side, and the male host began to introduce the rules of the personal poetry competition.

After listening to the introduction of the male host, Wang Qiushi realized that the method of this personal poetry competition was really unique.

Here's how it works:

First of all, the organizer will prepare dozens of labels with common titles or images of poetry in advance and put them in the lottery box.

After that, in each round of the competition, a label will be drawn as the topic and ordered everyone to write on the spot;

Finally, the jury stepped down to comment on each person's poems, and selected the outstanding works, which were read by the host and finally scored.

There are three rounds of the competition, and the winner with the highest total score is naturally the winner, although it is a bit like a variety show in later generations, but I have to say that this is a very fair and open method, and it is difficult for anyone to cheat.

Wang Qiushi stood in the crowd, watching with emotion.

I saw that the host announced the completion of the rules, and a few etiquette people standing next to him began to distribute paper and pens, and when he walked to Wang Qiushi's side, Wang Qiushi naturally took one and put it in his hand to see that the paper was ordinary white paper, and the pen was also an ordinary fountain pen.

It's simple, it's plain.

Jia Shuai has been standing on his right, and he also took a pen and paper, excited as if he had won the prize.

Wang Qiushi smiled inexplicably, and actually thought of the exam.

But also, this is supposed to be a poetry exam, and there are three rounds left.

After handing out the pen and paper, the group of poets was quiet, and only the host's voice remained:

"Now, please ask the famous poets Qian Lao, Yuan Lao, Zhou Lao and Li Lao to decide the title of the first round of the competition for us......"

Under the command of the host, the two hostesses presented a stack of paper and four pens and placed them on the table of the four poets sitting in the judges' seat.

Wang Qiushi touched his chin and whispered to Jia Shuai beside him:

"How many topics are you going to write?"

Jia Shuai also lowered his voice and said:

"The rule is five for each person, for a total of twenty. ”

Wang Qiushi nodded suddenly in realization, only to hear Jia Shuai comforting again:

"Lao Wang, don't be afraid, generally the first round is a relatively simple question, and most people can be selected......"

This Jia Shuai!

Wang Qiushi laughed and laughed, he was not ready to write poetry, and he was quietly an audience, so he should abstain.

Continuing to look at the rostrum, I saw that the four old men had finished writing, and the etiquette on the side began to put all the labels into the lottery box in front of everyone, and shook the lottery box very hard to ensure that the labels inside were mixed together.

The etiquette is a young girl, very beautiful, with long legs, which is even more pleasing to the eye when moving.

When everything was ready, the host said:

"Next, please invite the famous poet and the peak president of the Modern Poetry Association to draw the first round of topics for everyone!"

President Gao, who was in his early forties, walked up to the lottery box, nodded to everyone, put his hand in, and began to fumble.

The poets in the audience immediately focused on the invisible hand that President Gao stretched into the box, only to see that this hand gently stirred a few times in the lottery box, then pulled out a label, and then handed it to the host on the other side.

The hearts of the poets were immediately lifted.

Wang Qiushi couldn't take his eyes off it, only to see the host glance at the label, and then carefully put it in front of the judges, and then said loudly:

"The topic of the first round of the individual poetry contest is - Dirt!"

Earth?

Before Wang Qiushi could react, a part of the crowd had already let out a low shout.

"Dirt?"

"How can it be dirt?"

Jia Shuai on the side also grinned and said with a sad face:

"It's over! It's over! It's probably over this year! President Gao's black hand must have drawn the most difficult question......

Before he finished complaining, the host on the stage had already pinched his watch and said:

"Twenty minutes, start now!"

The poets in the audience also didn't care about the difficulty of the topic, and began to think hard about it.

Everyone is like this, Wang Qiushi is embarrassed to be a maverick, so he pretends to be thinking, but his eyes are glancing around, only to see that several judges on the stage are talking to each other, but among the poets in the audience, there are a few books that have begun to brush, and they seem to be confident, which are the elites that Jia Shuai has pointed out.

After a few minutes, all the poets in the room began to write.

Wang Qiushi turned his head and found that Jia Shuai was also starting to write, and the speed was still fast.

I'll go!

Do you want to write a little bit yourself?

A blank piece of paper doesn't seem to look good!

Wang Qiushi looked at the pen and paper in his hand, hesitated, and then heard a voice ringing in his ear:

"Hey, little friend, why don't you put pen to paper, but time is running out?"

Wang Qiushi was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw that at some point, several old people on the stage had already stepped down to observe and comment, and there was a smiling old man standing next to him, who was one of the judges, surnamed Jia, and the director of the cultural center.

Looking at Wang Qiushi's hair, Director Jia said with a smile:

"Look at your face is a little unfamiliar, it should be the first time I've been here!"

Wang Qiushi smiled generously, nodded and said:

"Jia Lao is right, I am indeed the first time. ”

Curator Jia smiled, and then turned his head to look at Jia Shuai next to him.

Jia Shuai had already heard the conversation between the two, and when he saw Director Jia turn his head to look at him, he immediately handed over his poem.

Curator Jia pinched the white paper and began to look at it carefully.

Wang Qiushi stood aside, saw it clearly, and secretly praised in his heart: This kid is still a little talented!

After looking at it for a while, Director Jia nodded and said:

"Yes, there is progress!"

Jia Shuai immediately ate candy, excited and happy.

Curator Jia turned his head with a smile, but saw that Wang Qiushi's paper was still blank, and immediately wondered:

"The time is almost up, isn't Xiaoyou still writing?"

Get!

It seems that this old man has to watch himself write poetry today!

Wang Qiushi had a little headache, he knew that he wouldn't come like this, Jia Shuai on the side looked at Wang Qiushi with an embarrassed face, thinking that Wang Qiushi really couldn't write poetry, so he immediately took action and explained:

"Curator, Mr. Wang is not a poet, he came to the capital for a tour, and he happened to come to ......."

Only then did Director Jia understand the reason, and said in surprise:

"Really? I said, why haven't I seen ...... other day?"

"Yes, yes, I'm just a poetry lover, I'm purely here to join in the fun today, don't be weird ...... Jia Lao"

Wang Qiushi hurriedly added, ready to send the old gentleman away.

In front of this old man, he always felt like a primary school student, very uncomfortable.

"It's a good thing......

Director Jia said very freely:

"What's wrong with poetry lovers? Aren't we all poetry lovers?......"

As he spoke, he saw the white paper in Wang Qiushi's hand, but he said with a smile:

"But since you've come here, let's write a one! I'll take a look at it for you, don't worry, no one will laugh at your ......."

this

This Curator Jia is also too enthusiastic!

Wang Qiushi looked helpless, but Jia Shuai next to him interjected again angrily:

"Curator, this teacher Wang is really not a poet, he is a ...... who studies history",

"Studying history?"

Director Jia was even more surprised this time, he didn't expect a poetry lover majoring in history to pop up in the poetry club, it was really the first time!

Looking at Wang Qiushi, the curiosity in the old gentleman's eyes was obviously stronger, and he refused to let go:

"History is good, history is good! People who read history write more profound poems, and this is a good thing...... Come on, Xiao Wang, you must write something today, old man, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing......"

He said with a new look, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Wang Qiushi couldn't cry or laugh, turned his head to look at Jia Shuai, only to see Shuai Bi looking at him weakly, and shook his head helplessly, saying that he really had no choice!

Forget it, just write it!

earth

This topic is actually quite familiar.

Wang Qiushi thought about it and decided to write a short poem that he liked quite a lot in his previous life.