Sima Wei had mixed feelings in her heart, and she was secretly shocked by the strength of the Yiku Poetry Society.

She sat very close to Cui Wenqing and Gao Neng, and knew that the real person who wrote poetry in the Yiku Poetry Society was Cui Wenqing, as for Gao Neng, take Cui Wenqing's words just now, just play soy sauce with peace of mind.

It seems that this Cui Wenqing is really not simple!

I'm afraid that I promised to bet with him, but I was still a little reckless.

Thinking of this, Sima Wei secretly regretted it.

In the next two rounds of competition, the poetry society was fighting again, and the competition was fierce.

I don't know if the first two rounds were won by the first place, because the limelight is too strong, the third and fourth rounds of the competition Yiku Poetry Club is obviously a lot more low-key, and never won the first place, which also makes many students gradually balance their psychology, it seems that this Yiku Poetry Society, is not strong and invincible, so there is still a chance to defeat it later.

But as Cui Wenqing, this is indeed a low-key last resort.

Thinking about it, if he continues to use those excellent poetry games that have been passed down through the ages for today's poetry competition, I am afraid that the entire Daqi literary world will be shocked by his amazing performance.

At that time, there will definitely be a lot of things inexplicably, and it will definitely annoy him.

Rather than this, the third and fourth rounds are better to deliberately release the water, find two ordinary poems, not too stunning, and ensure that they can pass the test.

Under such thoughts, Cui Wenqing did not choose to continue to maintain the advantage of being the first.

Three poetry societies were eliminated in the third round, four poetry societies were eliminated in the fourth round, and only six poetry societies are left in the final competition.

They are Li Du Poetry Society with Li Xiaobai as the president, the Red Sleeve Poetry Society with Sima Wei as the president, and the Langyue Poetry Society, the Agarwood Poetry Society, and the Qianji Poetry Society.

And the final fifth round was the key to the victory or defeat of these six poetry clubs, and suddenly the atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

Dr. Zhao, who was in charge of serving as the master of ceremonies, was also unambiguous, standing on the high platform and looking around, he said in a high-pitched voice: "Students, now we are conducting the fifth round of the competition of tonight's poetry collection, and the final round of the competition, and the remaining six poetry clubs will also decide the winners and losers in this round, and rank them, and I will announce the topics of the final round." ”

Speaking of this, he calmly opened the red paper in his hand, and the hearts of the students also rose to their throats for a while.

After a while, Dr. Zhao's voice sounded slowly: "Students, the last round of questions is to ask the six poetry clubs to play freely, each to write the best topic, or poetry or words, time is a stick of incense, now please start writing lyrics and poems." ”

When the words fell, the students were in a slight commotion.

Everyone did a lot of calculations, but they didn't expect that the last round of the competition was untitled, and this is also the first time in history that the Mid-Autumn Festival collection of Guozijian did not have a title and made poems, which is really incredible.

However, many students thought about it, but they felt that tonight's untitled still made some sense.

Over the years, Gain's Mid-Autumn Festival collections mostly focused on topics such as the bright moon, autumn chrysanthemum, and Mid-Autumn Festival, and they had already been proficient in the poetry clubs that participated in the competition.

To put it mildly, in the month leading up to the start of the collection, almost every poetry club would have put a lot of effort into these topics to be prepared.

Among the topics this year, Mingyue and Qiu Ju have been selected as the topics, which also makes many well-prepared poetry societies take advantage.

Although it is not out of the scope of the rules, it always feels a little unfair.

However, I didn't expect that the topic of the last round was ingenious, and it was actually a topic that each chose to be good at to make poems, that is to say, each poetry club can choose its own strengths, so that it is natural to see the true strength of the poetry club.

For a while, people were of the same mind, and the students talked softly for a while, and they began to applaud secretly.

As a major poetry society, it is filled with a sense of tension.

The members of the poetry club gathered around to discuss and prepare to compose beautiful poems together.

As the president of the Red Sleeve Poetry Society, Sima Wei is also under pressure today, especially since it is now the last round of competition, and she can't tolerate the slightest mistake, so she has always been cautious and walking on thin ice.

However, she cared about the gambling contract, and she also glanced at Cui Wenqing in the air, and she was angry for it in an instant.

Cui Wenqing still looked unhurried and unhurried, as if the tense atmosphere in the hall had nothing to do with him.

And when Sima Wei was even more angry, Cui Wenqing still had no intention of discussing with Gao Neng in the last round of poems, and sat alone in front of the desk and waved constantly.

On the other hand, Gao Neng, but he didn't have the slightest shame of playing soy sauce, but stood next to Cui Wenqing and grinded it for him slowly, and the two of them talked and laughed from time to time, and they didn't take the poetry collection seriously at all.

"This bastard!" Thinking that she was like a great enemy, but the other party was calm and light, Sima Wei was very angry, and she couldn't wait to judge the result at this time, so that Cui Wenqing could go on stage to perform Hawaiian hula and pole dancing or something!

However, it was useless to think about it at this time, so Sima Wei had to snort heavily to force herself to calm down and continue to focus on poetry.

The time for the incense sticks soon came, and all the poetry societies also handed over the poems they had composed to the officials so that they could be sent to the judges.

This time, however, the psalms will no longer be known only to the judges, as in the previous four rounds, but will be recited in public, and the judges will judge the merits in public.

Time passed slowly, and the students sitting in front of them could see that the judges' seats on the side of the high platform were still discussing, and it seemed that the four judges had big differences of opinion, so they would discuss for a long time.

I don't know how long it has been, the discussion of the judge's seat finally stopped, and the chief judge, Wang Zhongzhang, a scholar of the Jiying Palace, stood up and actually climbed the high platform in person, and the gong in the hands of the officials next to him wanted to signal everyone to be quiet, Wang Zhongzhang's old and agitated voice had already resounded in the ears of the students: "Students, I will announce the list of winners of tonight's poetry collection. ”

As soon as the words came out, all the chattering voices in the hall disappeared, and the students' eyes fell on Wang Zhongzhang's body, waiting for the following.

Wang Zhongzhang was also unambiguous, and said straight to the point: "The sixth place in tonight's poetry collection was won by the Langyue Poetry Society, and they made a poem "Mid-Autumn Festival in the Year of Wuxu", which is: The autumn wind enters the window, and the gauze tent flutters. Look up at the bright moon and send a thousand miles of light. ”

"The beginning of this poem describes the autumn scene, with the autumn wind into the window to shake the yarn tent, to inherit the autumn moon outside the window, and finally to express the love for distant relatives with the Mid-Autumn moon, which is very good, so the old man and the judges think that it can be the sixth place in the poetry competition tonight."

? Tomorrow's party founding day, plus more celebrations, guaranteed five watches, and then depending on everyone's recommendation, monthly passes, rewards continue to add more, if you can, put the manuscript at one time.

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