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"Good! I'll be waiting for you next October! ”

Xu Yi responded without fear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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He's not afraid!

The Internet is boiling again, and countless netizens have become enthusiastic because of Xu Yi's words.

"Xu Yi is good, let them see the wisdom of the Chinese people!"

"Come on, I'm your die-hard fan."

"From today on, I am Xu Yi's brainless fan, whoever dares to say a bad word about Xu Yi again, I will go up and tear him!"

Under the effect of patriotic feelings, Xu Yi's head was shrouded in a dazzling light, and in just a few hours, Xu Yi's meager fans exceeded 1 million.

In reality.

Xu Yi didn't stay on the meager in the future when he hit back at Gao Dong, but opened the Internet to view the videos of the previous issues of Chinese good poetry, this Saturday is the audition of Chinese good poetry in H City, he has to prepare well!

After watching two videos in a row, Xu Yi was completely dumbfounded.

It's so hard!

Not to mention the videos of the top ten finals, even in the most ordinary audition videos, there are a lot of poems that he has never heard of, but those talented and beautiful people who signed up for the competition answered each other one by one, and every frame was full of enthusiasm.

"Well, what am I going to do on Saturday?"

After two videos, Xu Yi turned off the computer, looked up to the sky and sighed, he knows best how many pounds and taels he has, even if he can eliminate the celebrities in the past, but that is limited to what he knows, as for those who have never heard of it, it is nonsense to eliminate it.

Bell bell bell.

The phone rang.

"Hey, hello, is it a promise?" A girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Our side is the registration office for the Chinese Good Poetry Audition, are you sure you will come to the competition tomorrow?" ”

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, we'll help you leave a place, and at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, please be on time at the venue."

hung up the phone, Xu Yi's heart was even more confused, but he was not the kind of person who hid when he encountered something, not to mention that it was not mandatory, he went to see, if it really didn't work, he could still withdraw, and he didn't necessarily have to win the championship.

Saturday.

Xu Yi got up early in the morning, pedaled a bicycle to the venue of the Chinese good poetry, signed at the door and entered the main venue, the theme of the Chinese good poetry is the middle school students, several schools that can be called in h city have won the quota, look at it, the main venue is unharmed at the door of the people.

With a few videos as a foreshadowing, Xu Yi knew that this competition started from the moment he entered the door, and someone would give a card after signing in, and there were ten questions on the card, all of which were fill-in-the-blank questions that said the previous sentence to the next sentence, and those who answered six questions correctly would be eligible to enter the next round.

After all, it is a question for middle school students, the first three questions are very simple, and they are also catchy masterpieces, but from the fourth question, the difficulty is raised: please say the next sentence of "The sunny bun is separated, and the Taihang Mountain is like a tadpole"; "There is no way to go out, and the thorns are plugged in the middle of the coat." What is the last sentence......

After reading four or five in a row, Xu Yi had no impression, and there was no author, even if he had a system, it was difficult to check it, so he hurriedly looked down, Question 10: Please take spring as the theme and compose a poem.

Spring?

Seeing this topic, Xu Yi almost laughed out loud, saying that he might have a blind spot in the form of the previous sentence and the next sentence, but this kind of poetry is simply tailor-made for him.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

After writing it, Xu Yi didn't even bother to check it, so he handed it over directly.

This song "Zhang Eighteen Members of the Chengshui Department in Early Spring (Light Rain in Early Spring)" knows that the popularity and exposure are similar to Li Bai's "Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed", but because of the system, not only does the world not know this poem, but even Han Yu is not known to everyone.

Everywhere you go, you have the feeling of a Tang and Song Dynasty, one word: cool!!

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At half past ten, the organizers received the Silicon Valley Eternal Night, in order to improve the appreciability of this competition, they specially invited the Silicon Valley Eternal Night to sit as the chief examiner, and at the same time, in order to increase the visibility, the organizers also invited the representative of modern poetry Xiao Tang 6th floor and the president of the Imperial Capital Association Yan Yantou.

"Xiao Tang, there are so many people here today."

As soon as Silicon Valley got out of the car, he sighed at the 6th floor of Xiao Tang beside him.

"Yes, I've heard that there are four or five thousand people here this time, and the students are more motivated than others." Xiao Tang on the 6th floor is straight, "I think that there will be so many children competing for the stream in the future, and I still have a little bit of expectations." ”

"Xiao Tang, do you remember your past," Yan Yan said, "I heard that you have also been fond of composing poems and lyrics since you were in middle school, and this time you also deliberately added the title of composing poems to the back." ”

"Hahaha, so the saints don't often say that this education has to start from the baby."

As soon as the three heavyweights got out of the car, they were guided by the organizers, bypassing the crowd of black pressure, and walked into the main venue with a smile and a smile, although they were the chief examiners, but they did not need to interfere in an entry-level exam like this.

"Teacher Don."

As soon as the three of them entered the main hall, a staff member in charge of reviewing the preliminary round came over with a question card.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Look at this poem," the staff handed over the question card, "Our selection committee has a disagreement, and we don't know whether to issue contestant papers or candidate papers." ”

"Disagreement?"

Although this entry-level exam does not require the intervention of these three examiners, this does not mean that the organizer will let mediocre talents enter the selection committee, on the contrary, these people are very reliable, but even such people can't evaluate the poems, what kind of poems must be?

Xiao Tang took the answer sheet on the 6th floor, and saw that on the red frame on a white background, a black carbon pen simply wrote four sentences in a beautiful font.

Two seconds later, Xiao Tang was so excited that he couldn't speak, and he was trembling with the answer sheet in both hands.

"What's wrong with Don Jr.?" Yan Yantou took the answer sheet, "I'll take a look." ”

In the next second, Yan Yantou was also stupid, "This ......"

"You guys are too exaggerated," Silicon Valley Eternal Night smiled innocently, took the answer sheet, glanced at it and sighed, "Good words," and then he read softly, "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass is close but there is nothing." ”

Two simple sentences, it seems to have infinite charm, in the moment of reading, Silicon Valley seems to see the change of things in the foreground, the surrounding is no longer the glorious main venue of the lamp wall, but has become a green brick and green tile antique streets, a light rain is falling, and the moss in the corner of the wall looks more and more green.

"This ......," Silicon Valley took a sharp breath and continued, "the most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, and it is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital." ”

As soon as the word "all" was read, Xiao Tang stood up on the 6th floor and shouted, "Good poetry, good poetry!" Emotionally, he took the answer sheet in Silicon Valley's hand and asked the staff behind him, "Who wrote this poem?" Let him reach the final! ”

"Don Jr." Yan Yan came back to his senses, stood up and said to Xiao Tang, "You are too anxious, such a talent, don't you want to hear about his other works?" ”

The three judges of them have the right to enter the finals with one vote, and Xiao Tang has nothing to use now, but it is a pity that such a person goes directly to the finals.

Xiao Tang, who was dissuaded by Yan Yantou, suddenly came to his senses, patted his head and said, "Yes, yes, I'm really happy and confused, such a person doesn't let him do more works, it really can't satisfy us," turned his head to the staff and said, "This person, you will send him a contestant roll." (To be continued.) )