"This year's Queqiao Lantern is very good."

"That is, the lantern tower is taller and more gorgeous than last year, and there are more talented people involved."

"In the past, there were three or five first-class ones in one night, but this time I only read two songs, and there are three first-class songs in total, which is really exciting."

"Of course, the first two poems are all masterpieces, it's not strange to get the first grade, I hope there will be more masterpieces in the back, it's not in vain that I rushed here from Qingzhou."

Two masterpieces were released in a row, and the atmosphere of the scene began to improve, and people had greater expectations for the following poems.

The three subordinates who were responsible for the recitation worked hard, taking turns to recite each poem, and the five judges on the judging bench began to get busy, constantly commenting and scoring each poem.

The judges' bench was lively, and the crowd below the lighthouse slowly began to fall silent.

I read ten poems on the one hand, although the writing is good, there are lyrics borrowed from flowers, borrowed flowers, and borrowed flowers, but there are few outstanding places, and there are no amazing good sentences.

It can be seen from the score that there are three A in the first two poems, and then ten poems are said in a row, none of which are A, there is only one B, three B, and the rest are not C under B, and some people are evaluated by C.

Obviously, the taste of the audience makes the first two songs high.

When I read the seventeenth poem, the calm atmosphere suddenly swelled again.

Sing Fang Shiqiang's poems.

"It's begun, it's begun." Zheng Zihan in the box suddenly became excited.

Shueisha's event was promoted by Zheng Zihan, and Zheng Zihan worked so hard to see Fang Shiqiang.

Xiao Ruo'er said with some disgust: "Zihan, aren't you just a little scholar, you are also a famous lady, won't you be more reserved?" ”

What about talents, they don't even have fame, and their backgrounds are ordinary, even if they enter the official career, like the leaders of the seven clans and five surnames, they don't even take the Li clan in their eyes, what is a mere Jiangnan genius.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders, otherwise it would be a discredit to the famous family.

"That's it" Wang Rongrong hugged Zheng Zihan's neck and said in a greasy voice: "Zihan, you have to be reserved and give your son to your sister." ”

Zheng Yanzhi suddenly spoke: "Two little prodigal hooves." ”

"Sister Zhi, how do you say this?" Zheng Zihan asked with some puzzlement.

"Yes, Yanzhi, how did you destroy your two good sisters like this?" Wang Rongrong asked with a puzzled expression.

Zheng Yanzhi glanced at them and said unhurriedly: "Didn't you listen to the person surnamed Fang just now, he can control the five girls at night, don't you fancy this?" Well, the name also makes you feel happy. ”

"Hehehehe, Xiaozhi is so right."

"That's it, two little prodigal hooves, just a companion."

"You two are too... Disgrace us, sisters, and we're going to banish these two little prodigals from Shueisha. ”

"Wow, Sister Zhi actually laughed at us and lynched her."

Several of the women quickly laughed and mingled.

When the gong sounded again, Zheng Zihan immediately surrendered: "Okay, okay, let's listen to what poems Fang Gongzi has written, which is related to the sisters' colorful heads." ”

When the women heard it, they stopped making trouble and listened to what poems Fang Shiqiang made.

I just don't like poetry, and I want to know the outcome of the bet.

The singer said loudly, "The title of this poem is 'The Golden Threaded Clothes.'"

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth."

As soon as the first two sentences were recited and sung, many people immediately heard that this was a poem of persuasion.

It is not easy to write this kind of poem to persuade learning, and it is said that loyalty is contrary to the ear, and few people are willing to listen to others, especially those who read, and few people are willing to admit that they are inferior to others, which is the root of the contempt of literati.

It doesn't feel like it fits the proposition of "flowers".

The first two sentences seem a little bland, like this kind of foreshadowing poem, it is very elegant, and the back must be like the finishing touch to write brilliantly, otherwise, you can't even get a second middle school.

Zheng Zihan, who was on the other side of the box, had a worried look in his eyes, with Fang Shiqiang's fame, if he didn't write well, he would lose.

No one noticed that Lu Ting stared at Fang Shiqiang, who was complacent on the side, with a "hell" look in his eyes.

This poem is so familiar that it has appeared in textbooks in later generations, and many teachers use this poem to encourage their students.

The author of the poem is marked with an anonymous name, only known that it is from the Tang Dynasty, I don't know who wrote it, but I didn't expect to hear it here.

God, that anonymous person is actually Fang Shiqiang.

Could it be that Fang Shiqiang was on the wrong side, and Li Er's superiors liquidated him, so the author of that poem became anonymous?

There was a thunderstorm rolling in Lu Ting's mind.

Sure enough, the chanter continued to sing: "The flowers bloom and must be broken, and the branches are not broken without flowers." ”

As soon as the last two sentences were sung, there were still some questioning voices just now, but they were all gone in a blink of an eye.

The first two sentences are a bit bland and seem to be irrelevant to the topic, but the last two sentences come out, comparing youth to flowers in a metaphorical way, which is intended to exhort young people to cherish the good times, which is a kind of common thoughts and feelings shared by people, and the meaning of this poem is very easy to understand, and can be summarized by the word "cherish time".

Every sentence of the poem seems to repeatedly emphasize "don't lose the good times", and each sentence has some subtle changes, repeated without instigating, looping without being fast or slow, forming a beautiful light melody.

When he came back to his senses, the cheers and applause under the lamp tower were endless, Zheng Zizheng and Wang Rongrong in the box applauded loudly, and many members of Shueisha also applauded.

Let them compose poems, but it does not prevent them from having the ability to appreciate.

Zheng Yanzhi in the box did not speak, and there was a faint complicated look in her eyes.

With a soft sound of "bang", Zhang Hu, a member of the Ministry of Rites, stood up and praised loudly: "A good sentence [There are flowers can be folded straight and must be folded], a good sentence [Don't wait for no flowers and empty branches], vivid and expressive, far away and eternal, reading has a sense of reverberation, good poetry, good poetry, this poem to a Jiazhong." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Hu said with a smile: "Fang Gongzi, it's not an exaggeration to give you a poem on the first, I don't give it because I am afraid that you will be proud, I hope you will make persistent efforts and write more masterpieces." ”

"Xie Zhang Wailang's training." Fang Shiqiang was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

Kong Yingda touched his beard lightly, nodded and said: "It is really worthy of being a person cultivated by the Academy of Literature, this poem can be simple and easy to understand, philosophical, and profound in meaning, and can be used as a hand-me-down work, Jiazhong." ”

"I didn't expect to see such a good masterpiece come out here, this trip is too worthwhile" Wang Yongzhi pondered for a while, and quickly said: "The old man thinks the same as Zhang Wailang, Jiazhong, I hope you can continue to improve and make better masterpieces than Jin Xuanyi." ”

Sun Huishou said with a smile: "It's all Jiazhong, and the old man also came to make a companion, Jiazhong." ”

Only Du Zhengzang did not make a comment, seeing that everyone's eyes fell on him again, Du Zhengzang thought about it, and quickly said: "This poem is a rare and excellent work, easy to understand, and the artistic conception is far-reaching, but this poem is a little strange, it is on topic, but it is not relevant enough, let's go down." ”

When the singer shouted out the news that Fang Shiqiang's "Golden Silk Clothes" had been in the top four and the first class, the whole scene was boiling.

All five judges gave A, which is a veritable five-class poem.

Counting the Queqiao Lantern this year is the seventh, the best result is the fourth one and one B, that is, the fourth first poem, a poem can be three good enough to boast for a long time, I didn't expect a fifth class poem tonight.

As soon as the Wujia poem came out, Fang Shiqiang's name as a talented man was further fixed, and it was not a fame for him, but an overnight fame.

Yuwenying immediately hugged Fang Shiqiang to express encouragement, and the competitors sitting next to Fang Shiqiang also congratulated.

Only Lu Ting and Changsun Chong did not step forward.

Lu Ting was a little surprised at first, but soon became indifferent, Changsun Chong's face was a little bad, his hands were twisted together, and he didn't know whether he was a little weak or worried about the two thousand stakes.

Changsun Chong's poems, one B up, one B plus three B, can only be said to be decent, even Yuwen Ying can't compare, let alone Fang Shiqiang.

In the box, Zheng Zihan said in disbelief: "Wujia poems, I didn't expect a Wujia poem to appear, Fang Gongzi made a move, it was different." ”

"Yes, this is called the three armies are easy to obtain, and one general is hard to find" Wang Rongrong echoed: "Fang Gongzi is a general, a poetry general who won the three armies." ”

Xiao Ruoer nodded and said, "It is said that Fang Shiqiang is the number one talent in Jiangnan, and he is really famous." ”

Several women said yes.

Zheng Zihan smiled and Zheng Yanzhi said, "Sister Zhi, how is it?" Do you still believe in your probability? ”

Fang Shiqiang's ability is outstanding, as soon as he participated, so many contestants had the highest call for him to win the lamp, but Zheng Yanzhi just didn't believe it, and said a bunch of probability algorithms, which sounded foggy, and the final result was not as he guessed.

As soon as the song "Golden Silk Clothes" came out, the final winner of the Queqiao lantern this time must be Fang Shiqiang.

Zheng Yanzhi was a little desperate in her heart, but she still refused to admit defeat: "Sister Han, there are no absolutes in the world, Sun Huishou has not yet announced who is the final winner, and everything is still variable." ”

Losing people does not lose the battle, this is Zheng Yanzhi's style.

Isn't it just a piece of jewelry, and you can't afford to lose.

Zheng Zihan covered her mouth with her hand and smiled: "Sister Zhi, you don't still think about miracles, right?" ”

is really stubborn, almost all the famous ones have been recited and sung, as soon as Fang Shiqiang's top five poems come out, the remaining poems that have not yet been recited, that is, they go through the motions and can't turn over the slightest wave.

"Read on and you'll see."

"Okay, sister, accompany you and see if there is any miracle that Sister Zhi said."

On the lamp tower, Lu Ting patted Changsun Chong's shoulder: "Second brother, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay" Changsun Chong let out a long sigh: "Let Yin Shiju put it in the field, boss, don't worry, this time the bet is all on the four of us." ”

The top five poems have come out, and he lost to Yuwen Ying, as for the boss who didn't finish it.... Don't talk about it.

These two thousand guan lost too unjustly.

Lu Ting said confidently: "What are you doing with your head down, who said that we must lose?" ”