As Wang Qiushi expected, his poem was once again praised by the audience.

Several people on the stage once again gave a nine-point evaluation.

At the end of the three rounds of poetry competitions, the total score began to be counted, Wang Qiushi was firmly in the first place, the second was an old poet, and the third was one of the masters of the president's peak, but when the results were announced, the eyes of these two people were gloomy, as if they were resentful of something.

Wang Qiushi was also a little mad, and could only express his sincerest apologies in his heart.

Standing on the stage, the host quickly turned into a small reporter of the venue and began to ask enthusiastically:

"Mr. Wang, where are you from, can you tell us about it?"

"I'm from Huacheng. ”

Wang Qiushi said into the microphone.

The audience began to make an uproar, and everyone began to discuss.

"It turns out that Mr. Wang is not from the capital, no wonder he is so eye-catching......"

"Huacheng, not far from the capital!"

……

The moderator began to ask again:

"Mr. Wang, when did you start writing poetry?"

Hearing this question, Wang Qiushi said that he was very fucked, he really didn't mean to despise this group of people, but looking at the host's enthusiastic gaze and the eager gossip demeanor of everyone in the audience, he could only pretend to be very embarrassed:

"Well, actually, I'm not a poet. ”

Coax!

The scene suddenly exploded!

A man who wrote three such brilliant modern poems should say that he is not a poet!

Joke!

Everyone in the audience was not as calm as the previous question, and they began to get excited, most of them felt that Wang Qiushi was insulting the poet, otherwise why did he say that he was not a poet; a small number of people kept their senses and remained silent, feeling that Wang Qiushi was sure that there was something in his words; only Jia Shuai was crying, of course he knew that Wang Qiushi was telling the truth, but the great god, is this truth a bit of a slap in the face?

A few people on the stage didn't expect such an answer, President Gao Feng had always been happy, and now his smile froze.

Jia Lao was a little confused, thinking: No, this kid really studies history?

Wang Qiushi quickly gave the answer to the audience:

"Yes, I'm not a poet, I'm just a lover of poetry. ”

The sound echoed through the microphone and was a bit deafening.

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and they all began to laugh again, this new poet is really good at turning corners when he speaks, what kind of poetry lover, isn't this self-humility! Everyone understands, so everyone looked at Wang Qiushi understandingly.

Wang Qiushi took the microphone, paused for a while, and continued to say very sincerely:

"To be honest, I'm actually working in a newspaper, mainly studying history, I used to like poetry, but I have never written, this time I came to the capital to do some small things, and I couldn't help but come in to join in the fun when I saw the poetry......

Everyone's faces froze again.

Loved poetry before, but never wrote it?

Who have you become?

Wang Qiushi ignored the reactions of the audience and continued.

Pretending to be forced, naturally you have to pretend to be a full set.

"I joined the poetry club because I wanted to be an audience, and I really like poetry. ”

Wang Qiushi said with a sincere face.

"But I didn't expect it, Jia Lao may think that I have a good talent, so he asked me to write a poem, the elder's life, how dare I disobey, so I tried to write a few ......"

Talented?

Big brother, look at your face, you're in your thirties, right?

The corners of everyone's eyes in the audience began to twitch, and no one said anything.

Wang Qiushi on the stage continued to talk excitedly about his writing process, shaking his head and saying:

"But I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that I had a burst of inspiration, and I really wrote three poems, and I got such a high evaluation, so that I finally stood on this stage......"

As soon as he spoke, he said with a pretending face:

"But actually, I think my poems are actually just average, just compliments from big guys. ”

There was a dead silence in the audience, and everyone's faces trembled slightly, as if they had been greatly stimulated.

The male host on the side was already colorless, and he didn't care about any politeness, so he interrupted directly:

"Mr. Wang, excuse me, you can write such a good poem, do you have any experience in writing poetry to share with you?"

Hearing this question, everyone in the audience raised their heads and came to life again.

Pretending to be pretending to be shuang, it is not actually a pleasant thing to be forcibly interrupted suddenly, Wang Qiushi sighed and continued:

"Experience, this is indeed a ......"

The eyes of everyone in the audience lit up, and their eyes began to be eager.

The male host's eyes also lit up, and he whispered:

"Can you share that?"

"Of course!"

Wang Qiushi said generously:

"Then I'll tell you about the three realms of poetry that I have summarized!"

The people in the audience began to applaud warmly, forgetting the unhappiness just now, and even Jia Laofeng and the four old poets on the stage also had solemn expressions, sat upright, and made a gesture of listening.

After all, Wang Qiushi had just made three poems, three poems that were so wonderful that they all had to be convinced.

The most important thing is that this is done on the spot.

This kind of skill, this kind of poet's experience sharing is absolutely valuable.

"Ahem!"

Wang Qiushi cleared his throat, took the microphone, and said to the audience:

"The three realms of poetry, the first realm: last night the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world!"

Someone in the audience immediately said:

These are the two sentences in the Northern Song Dynasty lyricist Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Threshold Chrysanthemum Sorrow Yanlan Weeping Dew". ”

"That's right!"

Wang Qiushi immediately affirmed, and then said to the poet in the audience:

"Very well, can you tell me what that means?"

"This ......"

The poet in the audience immediately hesitated, after all, anyone can put it in the words, but if you take it out alone, it will be difficult to say this meaning.

No one in the audience answered, so Wang Qiushi on the stage continued:

The meaning of this sentence actually means that if you want to become a poet and make good poems, you must first have a persistent pursuit, you must climb high and look far, look at the path, and clarify the goal and direction. ”

Everyone in the audience suddenly realized that they made a sound in unison.

Jia Laofeng on the stage also nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone understood, Wang Qiushi was very satisfied and continued:

"The second realm: the belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yi. ”

This time, several people in the audience rushed to say:

"These are the two sentences in the Northern Song Dynasty lyricist Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"......"

After speaking, everyone was a little silent, probably thinking: How much does this guy on the stage like the lyricist of the Northern Song Dynasty, and how much does he like the word "Butterfly Loves Flowers"......

Wang Qiushi didn't care about the expressions of everyone in the audience at all, and continued to ask:

"Does anyone know what that means?"

The audience was silent.

Wang Qiushi shook his head regretfully and said:

The meaning of this sentence is actually very simple, it tells us that no matter who you are, if you want to do a big career, university questioning, it is not easy, it can be done casually, you must be unswerving, after a lot of hard work, forget to sleep and eat, diligently, until people lose weight and do not regret it, there is a possibility of success. ”

Everyone in the audience nodded approvingly.

God rewards hard work!

This really doesn't make sense, especially since there is a precedent for the ancient poets to widen their clothes in order to compose poems.

Jia Laofeng on the stage once again made a big sign of approval, nodding to each other, probably thinking that Wang Qiushi took out the things at the bottom of the box.

"Well, everyone understands!"

Wang Qiushi's face began to become solemn, and he said:

"This third realm is still a sentence, from the Southern Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case" ......"

Saying that, he groaned slowly:

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light. ”

The entire arena was silent, not even a loud pant, everyone was seriously thinking about the mystery of this third realm, and after a while, many people showed a look of gain on their faces.

This time there was silence for a long time, and Wang Qiushi said slowly:

"This realm is the ultimate and highest realm, and it is difficult to attain, but it shows a truth......

Saying that, Wang Qiushi looked at the audience and said with a holy face:

That is to say, as long as everyone persistently pursues, repeatedly pursues, researches, and makes great efforts, they will naturally suddenly penetrate, make discoveries, and invent something, and they will be able to enter the kingdom of freedom from the kingdom of necessity. ”

There was silence.

Everyone was chewing on Wang Qiushi's words.

In the middle of the night, everyone in the audience began to applaud in unison, and the sound was warm and endless.

The four old poets of Jia Laofeng on the stage also looked serious and began to applaud, which was not a celebration for them, but the greatest affirmation.

While applauding, Gao Feng said quietly:

"It seems that this Teacher Wang is indeed a university scholar, no wonder he can write such good poems and say such good words!"

Jia Lao and the four old poets also nodded in agreement.

The audience was lively, and Wang Qiushi on the stage was also very satisfied, stretched out his hand to stop everyone's applause, and then said:

"Okay, that's all I have to say, after all, this stage belongs to everyone, and I've been occupying it for a long time. ”

How polite!

Everyone in the audience applauded excitedly again.

The male host was also excited, took the microphone and said:

"Now, let's talk about our second and third place winners......

The second and third places suddenly had black lines on their faces, and they couldn't help but think:

What do you say? Is this a disgrace for us?