After several rounds of singing, dancing and acrobatic performances, the bright moon gradually rose into the sky, illuminating the earth with her incomparable color light.

At that time, the night sky is blue, the stars are twinkling, floating in the Luo River, the painting boat is like floating in the boundless Tianhe, the lights of the city are in full view, and the river Han is brilliant as around, which makes people indescribably open and comfortable.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, the moon and the stars, the wine and ears are hot and the lyrics are composed, and the theme of tonight's poetry collection has officially begun.

It is still Sima Wei who is the master of ceremonies, she walked on the high platform, the gong was tapped to signal everyone to be quiet for the time being, and said with a smile: "Fellow students of the poetry club, the rules of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry collection are also the same as in previous years, and the poems made by each poetry club compete for victory and defeat, among them, the first to fourth round of the competition, mainly written poetry answers, and the poems made by each poetry club will be reviewed by the judges, and then each round will eliminate three poetry clubs, that is, after the first four rounds, only six poetry clubs can continue to participate in the poetry collection, in addition, In order to increase the interest of the poetry collection, we will let the poetry club that was eliminated in the first round come to the stage to perform for everyone, and everyone has the final say on what program to perform. ”

As soon as he heard this, a cheer suddenly sounded.

Cui Wenqing thought of it with tears and laughter: Rub! This Sima chick is really hateful, and she will try her best to make our Yiku Poetry Club be eliminated in the first round, and when she performs the show later, she is not pinched and rounded by her, and she is embarrassed in front of others.

However, did she really think that the Yiku Poetry Society would be eliminated in the first round! It's really stupid and naïve.

Thinking of this, Cui Wenqing couldn't help laughing.

On the high platform, Sima Wei's brief introduction was almost over, and at the end, she smiled leisurely and said: "Since President Li and I are also going to participate in the poetry competition on behalf of the Poetry Society, Dr. Zhao will now preside over the poetry collection, and everyone will invite Dr. Zhao to take the stage." ”

In the midst of the cheers, a middle-aged Confucian in his forties walked up, he had a thin body, a white face and a long beard, and elegant manners.

Seeing this person, Gao Neng exclaimed softly, and whispered to Cui Wenqing: "Brother Cui, this Dr. Zhao is the teacher of our Taixue Frank Hall, and he is very famous among doctors, and he is very good. ”

Cui Wenqing knows that among the eight schools in Taixue, only the Frankness Hall occupies the first place forever, and the students in the Frankness Hall cannot enter unless they are outstanding in learning and have outstanding family backgrounds, Sima Wei and Nan Mingli are all students of the Frankness Hall.

And a poor student like Gao Neng, even if he works hard, he will never be able to enter the school in the class of spontaneity.

In Cui Wenqing's view, this is the educational injustice between the germinating tribute students.

Just as he was thinking to himself, Dr. Zhao, who was standing on the stage, had already spoken straight to the point: "Students, now start the first round of poetry competition, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, since the Mid-Autumn Festival is sung, so the first round is to invite the nineteen poetry clubs to participate in the competition, each to make a song of the moon, the time is subject to half a quarter of an hour, and the copper kettle will start to drip below." ”

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a proper topic, so the students present were not surprised, and many poetry clubs prepared poems early, and when Dr. Zhao's voice fell, they began to grind the pen and lay the paper to write.

Cui Wenqing understands that half a quarter of an hour refers to fifteen minutes, whether it is long or short, if you don't have poetry skills, fifteen minutes is indeed too difficult to compose poetry.

However, he was also born as a traverser, and many ancient and modern poems are familiar, and after a little thought, he was ready to write.

Seeing that he was about to start writing, Gao Neng, who was racking his brains and thinking about it, was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Brother Cui, did you think of a suitable poem so quickly?" ”

Cui Wenqing nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, just Yongyue, it is extremely simple, and it is naturally a poem in a moment." ”

Hearing this, Gao Nengden was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Cui to be really a master of poetry, then good, today you and I will combine our swords and win him the first place together." ”

"A combination of two cheap?" Hearing this word, the muscles on Cui Wenqing's face twitched slightly, but it was not good to hit the high energy full of positive colors, in fact, he really wanted to tell Gao Energy that he was able to compose poems alone in this poetry contest, and with high energy, it was a burden......

However, fortunately, Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty was not very famous in this world, just a ranger who was good at fencing, and most of the poems he wrote were poems of wild waves, such as the famous "Silent Night Thoughts", which did not exist in the world, so it was really suitable to deal with this kind of scene tonight.

Thinking of this, Cui Wenqing had already paid attention to it, and began to write.

The words were divided into two ends, on this side Sima Wei got off the high platform, and was about to return to the seat where the Red Sleeve Poetry Society was located to compose a poem, but just after walking a few steps, suddenly a person hurriedly came, and said with a smile: "Weiwei, sorry, I'm late today." ”

Seeing the visitor, Sima Wei was immediately overjoyed and said with a smile: "Brother, you are finally here, and if you don't come, you will really make a mistake." ”

The person who came was Sima Tang, who arrived late, probably because he had drunk too much, his face was slightly red, and he replied with a smile: "I had a few more drinks with Lord Lantai Supervisor Wang just now, so I came late, and it took a lot of effort to find your boat on the Luo River, so I was a little late." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as you can make it to the first round. Sima Wei didn't say much, and said directly: "By the way, brother, my enemy is here today as scheduled, and his name is Yiku Poetry Society, and I will ask you to help him later, and strive to let him be eliminated in the first round." ”

"No problem." Sima Tang nodded quickly, and then smiled again, "But I am not the only judge today, if the other judges do not agree to eliminate the Yiku Poetry Society, I can't help it." ”

Sima Wei smiled: "Don't worry, at the level of their newly established Yiku Poetry Society, maybe they won't need you to go out." ”

"Well, then." Sima Tang smiled and said, "I have to rush over to judge, you can also go back to the poetry club to compose poems." ”

Sima Wei nodded with a smile, and then hurriedly went with her long skirt.

By the time Sima Tang came to the judges' seat and sat down, the moon-chanting poems made by the poetry societies in the first round had already been sent to the judges' seats.

Sima Tang had some friendship with several judges, and after greeting him, he calmly sat down and began to judge tonight's poems.

All the poems of Yongyue are inseparable from the artistic conception.

There are so many poems that Guy has sung about the bright moon throughout the ages, and it is not easy to stand out and leave a deep memory for the judges, and applaud the case.

(End of chapter)