After the host finished speaking, the poetry meeting officially began.

Fortunately, there are not many contestants, and Du Chengfeng took a look, and there should be no more than two hundred people.

Most of the talents seem to have a draft in the first round, after all, it is easy to play freely. Usually, everyone will have some idle graffiti works, just sift through and consider it.

I hurriedly wrote it on rice paper and handed it to the judges, and then I stood aside and waited. There are also some stable people who are not in a hurry, such as the four great talents of Chang'an, who are always smiling.

Several people looked like they were all in the chest, and when they saw that the people in front of them were almost handed, they walked up to the stage in a hurry, and quickly wrote it and handed it to the judges.

Several judges have heard a little about the reputation of the four talents of Chang'an, and have also read some poems and articles of the four of them, which can basically be called masterpieces.

It can be seen that the four of them are also ambitious people, and it is rare that the four of them are also unhurried, calm and steady, and have a hint of everyone's style, so several judges also have expectations for the works of the four talents.

Yu Shinan and Ouyang Xun are among the judges with relatively high status. The two of them first picked up one of the long and short sentences of the four great talents and read it.

Sili people, the best day is near, and there is nowhere to find the shadow. The drizzle is silent, but it is in my heart. The most is the dead of night, the lonely lamp and cold window are full of injuries, and everywhere is deserted. Afraid and melancholy, I don't dare to remember the past, but I can't smile, and the morning and twilight are always unforgettable. The signature is: Luo Mingchuan.

Yu Shinan just read it once, and then he showed an appreciative look.

"What's the matter, Lord Yu, have you taken a fancy to it?" Ouyang Xun interjected on the side.

Yu Shinan smiled heartily, stroked his beard and said, "According to the old man, this long and short sentence is still very vividly written. The writing is delicate and the situation is moving, but it is too childlike. ”

Ouyang Xun smiled: "Young man, who doesn't have some objects of interest!" Is being able to face your feelings and being a temperamental person? Let's take a look at the others. ”

"Good! Good! ”

Du Chengfeng was the last to come to power, perhaps there was a big gap between him and the four great talents compared to others. But compared to poetry, he can only say hehe.

From beginning to end, Du Chengfeng didn't take this poetry meeting as a thing, and after being strengthened by the high-level strengthening serum, his memory was terrifying. From childhood to adulthood, I have learned no less than a thousand poems, and any one borrowed from it is definitely a work of hand-me-down.

Compared with Du Chengfeng's calmness, the talents who handed in the questions in front of him were all nervous and restrained.

Du Chengfeng wrote an untitled poem, one of Li Shangyin's masterpieces in the late Tang Dynasty.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

The first four lines of this poem are the most widely circulated in later generations, which can be described as affectionate and pathetic. The last four sentences are embellished. Du Chengfeng borrowed to deal with the first round, and it was a sure thing.

Sure enough, Lord Fu Yin and the ten judges always had a calm face when they saw the poems submitted by the previous contestants, even the poems submitted by the four great talents had a hint of heart.

Suddenly seeing Du Chengfeng's untitled, the eyes of several judges lit up.

Lord Fu Yin couldn't help but recite it. It seems that Lord Yin of this mansion is also a person with a story!

Many talented people in the audience heard Lord Fu Yin's passionate recitation, and their faces all stiffened. Xin said: "This is only the first round, and I will take out this kind of heirloom masterpiece, so that they can play in the future!" ”

The four great talents are also solemn, as if they are facing a great enemy, and they can't do this kind of poetry even if they rack their brains. I suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Ouyang Xun looked at Du Chengfeng's poems, and his eyes were about to straighten. He didn't carefully study the artistic conception of the poem, and the reason why his eyes were straight was because of the name Du Chengfeng and the thin gold body written by Du Chengfeng.

Chu Suiliang is relatively junior among the many judges, but he came with a learning mentality this time. Therefore, I have been paying attention to the faces of Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan and others, after all, they are really highly respected.

"Lord Ouyang, what masterpiece surprised you so much?" Chu Suiliang leaned over and asked politely.

It's just that when he saw the signature and calligraphy on the paper, he was not calm.

"Is it the Du Chengfeng with the inscription on Wangjiang Tower?" Chu Suiliang asked happily.

"The old man is sure that it is him. The signature is the same calligraphy and the inscription of Wangjiang Tower, which cannot be wrong. Ouyang Xun couldn't hide the excitement in his heart outside of his words.

Ouyang Xun and Chu Suiliang were obsessed with calligraphy, and they almost had the urge to immediately pull Du Chengfeng over for a good exchange.

"Brother Ouyang, Brother Suiliang, don't get too carried away, you two are still competing. Since it's a competition, you have to be fair, so that you can explain to other talents. After the game is over, can a few of us leave that Du Chengfeng alone? ”

Although Yu Shinan also wanted to make friends with this strange boy who made the three of them dream of it as soon as possible, but now that he was in the competition after all, he couldn't destroy the order of the game because of a certain person.

"Brother Yu is right, but it's me Meng Lang." Ouyang Xun said a little ashamedly.

An untitled song made the women and young women in the audience all moved, and their eyes were gentle and affectionate looking at Du Chengfeng.

Du Chengfeng didn't care, and after handing in the manuscript, he stood aside calmly, squinting his eyes slightly, waiting for the results of the judges.

Not surprisingly, Du Chengfeng's Untitled finished first in the second round, and the four talents also successfully entered the second round. Du Chengfeng said secretly: "It's not a loss to be one of the four great talents, and he still has some real talents." ”

In the second round, Lord Yin and the ten judges whispered and reported the title of the competition: Spring. This subject matter is easy to write but difficult to precise.

When Du Chengfeng saw this spring word, he immediately thought of Li Bai's song Qingping: clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

This poem was written by Li Bai for Yang Guifei at that time, without showing any traces, comparing Yang Guifei to a heavenly maiden, which can be described as extremely exquisite, and describes Yang Guifei's beauty to the extreme.

This time, Du Chengfeng didn't pretend to be profound, and he was the first to write it and handed it over to Fu Yin.

After reading it, Lord Fu Yin felt extremely amazed, and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly: "Good! Good! ”

Several judges next to him hurriedly grabbed it and took a look, and they all applauded.

It's just that after reading Du Chengfeng's clear tone, the ten judges suddenly felt that the other poems had become generalized works with no bright spots.

Even the poems handed in by the four talented people after thinking hard for a long time made the judges not interested at all.

The host immediately posted this Qingping tune according to the meaning of Lord Fu Yin, and many talented scholars in the audience sighed again. The poems submitted by Du Chengfeng are more exquisite than the other, like a wonderful pen and flowers, and the words are beautiful.

Let them lose convincingly. Although the four talents still successfully entered the third round in the end, the four of them were all depressed and drooping their heads. There is no way, the gap is too big.

The ladies in the audience who are waiting to be married because these two poems are about to see Du Chengfeng are flowers, Xiao is Du Chengfeng's psychological quality is strong, and he can't help but be a little red-faced.

In the third round, the theme was patriotism. This time, Lord Fu Yin deliberately considered the feelings of many talented people in the audience, after all, studying is ultimately to serve the country.

The four great talents no longer have any intention of winning the armor at the moment, so they searched their intestines and scraped their stomachs, and hurriedly made a song with their spirits.

The ten judges could only shake their heads regretfully when they saw it, and sighed heavily, they also knew that several people were hit by Du Chengfeng's poems and lost their confidence in enterprising.

Lord Yin and the host can only pin their hopes on Du Chengfeng. Feeling the eager eyes of Lord Fu Yin and everyone, Du Chengfeng hesitated a little, thought for a while, and finally decided to write Yue Fei's Man Jianghong.

However, some appropriate changes have been made, otherwise it would be a bit unworthy of the name.

You must know that at this time, there is no humiliation of Jingkang, and there is no such thing as thirty merits and fame. Du Chengfeng is only 16 years old, and the whole thirty fame and dust are a bit unspeakable.

Lord Fu Yin grabbed it with anticipation and took a look, and after reading it, he couldn't help but be enthusiastic, and the shooting was amazing.

This poem fully expresses the heroic ambition of Yue Fei, the hero of the anti-gold war, and the majestic spirit and ambition to serve the country are all vividly displayed.

Datang still has a lot of internal and external troubles, and Du Chengfeng's Man Jianghong has undoubtedly aroused the ambitions of many loyal people.

Lord Fu Yin and the ten judges couldn't calm down for a long time after watching it. It is impossible to imagine that such a poem by Jin Ge Tiema would be written by a sixteen-year-old boy, and what kind of anger and open-mindedness it would take.

In the end, the ten judges and Lord Fu Yin unanimously decided that Du Chengfeng's Man Jianghong was rated as the first one, and the second and third top students also fell on the heads of the four talents, and Du Chengfeng became the biggest dark horse of the Chang'an Poetry Club.