Ding Feng didn't pay too much attention to this, but Professor Ouyang on the side also had a faint look of worry on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After Zhou Cang left, he looked at Ding Feng, sighed, and said to Ding Feng.

"Ding Feng, although your two poems are indeed good, it's just ...... That week's warehouse wasn't bad. ”

Ding Feng was slightly stunned, looked at Professor Ouyang, and said to him, "Oh? What's a good way? ”

Professor Ouyang did not give a direct explanation, and asked Ding Feng: "Do you know the five realms of literature?" ”

It was the first time Ding Feng had heard of this Five Realms of Literature, and he had never told him before, either in the book or with others, so he was a little curious and asked, "The Five Realms of Literature?" ”

Seeing that Ding Feng was puzzled, Professor Ouyang explained: "The Five Realms of Culture is a way of measuring the realm of literary works, which are beginner, ordinary, boutique, classic and hand-me-down.

Your "Yellow Crane Tower" and "Shangshan Morning Journey" have been handed down to the world, a classic, but that Zhou Cang is not bad...... So I'm still a little worried......"

Professor Ouyang's worries are not groundless, after all, heirlooms are not something that can be written casually, some people can be said to have devoted their lives to writing a masterpiece, and Ding Feng In his opinion, it is also by chance that he can make a hand-me-down.

Otherwise, why is Ding Feng's third poem last time just a boutique level?

"So you don't have to be too nervous, just play your normal strength, you don't have to win the first place, and even if you lose to Zhou Cang, no one will laugh at you."

Professor Ouyang had a deep worry in his eyes, after all, Zhou Cang is the son of the King of Poetry, and he has been immersed in poetry for many years, and there are more than 100 fine poems under his hands, and there are more than 10 classics.

If it weren't for the lack of a poem that was enough to pass on to the world, the small characters of the little poet king would have been removed.

Professor Ouyang didn't say that he didn't want Ding Feng to have too much pressure.

After hearing this, a smile appeared on Ding Feng's face, and he didn't take Zhou Cang too seriously: "Well, I know." ”

Looking at Ding Feng's reaction, Professor Ouyang could only sigh.

The way he looked before, he didn't want to lose his momentum, but at this moment, it really made him feel sad.

Just when Professor Ouyang was still worried, the arena had already opened, and seeing Ding Feng and the three of them walking into the arena, Professor Ouyang was a little apprehensive.

Sitting in his place, in front of Ding Feng's diagonal front, Zhou Cang sat there, and when he saw Ding Feng sitting in his position, he snorted coldly and ignored it.

After all the people were seated, three people gradually sat on the three empty chairs above.

A tall thin man in a black suit with a hooked nose, an old man with a long white beard and a Tang suit, and an old woman with a face full of the vicissitudes of time and her hair beginning to be a little silvery, dressed in a red cheongsam.

At this time, a voice sounded on the radio, "All the contestants are seated, and then the three judges will be introduced."

The first from left to right, Mr. Zhou Jianlin, the king of poetry. ”

In an instant, the tall, thin man stood up and gestured slightly.

However, Ding Feng, when he heard this name, stared at Zhou Jianlin, and then moved to Zhou Cang's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"The second one, a famous contemporary poet, Mr. Li Sheng! The third place, a famous contemporary poet, teacher Zhao Yuehua! ”

As the two old men got up and signaled, the poetry contest officially kicked off.

In the first two scenes, Ding Feng also randomly found two well-known poems in his previous life and wrote them in the past, but they were also ordinary, like a drop of water in the sea, ordinary and not brilliant.

However, in the third game, after all, the top four were selected, and Ding Feng had to be careful.

That Zhou Cang looked at Ding Feng, who was still sitting in the arena, there was no solemnity on his face, if Ding Feng was too brilliant, his father Zhou Jianlin would inevitably let him pay attention.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to be swept down, but that's where your good luck goes!"

Zhou Cang sneered, looked at Ding Feng and said in a cold tone, and then ignored Ding Feng, and looked at Zheng Shuang not far from Ding Feng, with a look of solemnity in his eyes.

remembered that at the end of the second game, Zhou Jianlin called him aside and specially advised: "You have to pay attention to the woman in the black leather coat, Zheng Shuang."

Two of her poems have reached the boutique level, which is likely to be your biggest obstacle in this contest!

As for what Ding Feng you are talking about, it is ordinary, there is no brilliance, it is complete luck to enter the quarterfinals, it is estimated that he will be swept down now! I wonder how you could ask me to keep an eye on him for you? ”

"Two fine poems? It's really important to pay attention......" Zhou Cang looked a little serious.

The third session began quickly, and the whole venue was filled with a nameless smell of gunsmoke.

The theme of the third session is about homesickness.

Ding Feng lowered his head and began to think, trying to find a song that was not too amazing.

If it weren't for Zhou Jianlin sitting there above, it is estimated that Ding Feng would have written down "Silent Night Thoughts" by now.

But Zhou Jianlin was sitting there, he didn't want to do this, after all, he wanted to divert Zhou Jianlin's direction as much as possible.

Suddenly, the corners of Ding Feng's mouth curled up slightly, "Under the Full Moon" in the afterglow!

Although this poem is not as good as "Homesickness" in the afterglow, it is just right for this kind of occasion.

And if you really want to write "Homesickness", it will be a little too unexpected.

Ding Feng picked up the pen and quickly wrote out hundreds of words of "Under the Full Moon".

Soon, the bell rang at the end, the paper on which the poem was written was put away, and Ding Feng's "Under the Full Moon" was divided into Zhao Yuehua's hands, which was also the top.

Ding Feng's words seemed a little sloppy, Zhao Yuehua frowned, and felt slightly uncomfortable in his heart.

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, Zhao Yuehua looked at it.

"Under a full moon without freckles,

A pool of lotus flowers asleep,

The sound of the frog is even stronger,

It's the most pleasant noise......"

Zhao Yuehua looked at this poem, and her heart originally belonged to the feelings of Gujing Wubo, but gradually, a different kind of emotion stirred up.

The delicate and soft feeling reverberates in my heart.

The brows are slightly furrowed, and in this poem, there is a feeling of master-level and back-to-basics.

She immediately looked at Ding Feng's name, thinking in her mind, and for a while she didn't think of Ding Feng, who was a modern poet.

And in her memory, the younger generation can write modern poets with this kind of charm, and there is no ...... at all