On the other side of the bamboo forest, Jia Wei sat on the original stone bench, holding his chin with one hand, and watched Fu Xing in the open hall arguing with his own poems. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this is what he expected, in the history of poetry, the controversy about Jin Se has never stopped, even if the status of this poem was later determined, it is the same, in terms of content alone, it is inconsistent, nostalgia, songs, self-harm, and even mourning, etc., to name a few, from the details, the word Jin Se has become the biggest ambiguity, referring to people or referring to things, it is difficult to say.

Although he couldn't hear what Fu Xing was saying, he couldn't get out of the above category when he thought about it.

The poem will go on here, the two poems are completed, in fact, he doesn't have any extra ideas, and then look at the results of the review.

The eyes crossed, and all the talented people sat in their positions and did not move, in fact, from the time he came out to the present, no second person came out in advance. There is almost no free title poem that has not been prepared in advance, which he knows well, but he also understands that even so, these talents will not waste this half an hour, no matter what, it is better to use it for final scrutiny and polishing.

Ziyu's eyes looked over here, he raised his hand and said hello to her, this time he didn't signal to let her out, after all, the other party is not always looking for excuses. Eyes swept back and forth in the open hall, to the back, what was boring, Jia Wei got up again and went to the back mountain, after this poem, there will be a period of review, in short, the waiting time is very long, it is estimated that it will be more than an hour, of course, if they are as fast as him, they don't have to.

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"It's good in the next rating." In the open hall, the final review of Jia Wei's poem is underway, and the main thing that believes that the theme of this poem is not unclear and the content is not unclear is the first to say.

In the next review...... Excellent. The other principal has always been very hesitant, and this is still the case at the moment, but in general, he is still biased towards Yue Yang's opinion.

Yan Rusong looked at Yue Yang, and saw that the other party was holding this poem again, his eyes were staring at it, and it was estimated that he would not speak for a while, so he muttered slightly, "This poem is novel, the old man thinks it is extremely rare, and the comment is ...... Great, bar. ”

Yue Yang was still re-examining this poem, Yan Rusong and the other three people's comments, he listened to it, but it did not affect him to continue to examine, after a while, he put this poem aside, his face revealed a kind of assertive calmness, and slowly spoke, "This poem is really speaking, the old man wants to give a good ...... But after thinking about it, I can only give the best ...... This poem does have its extraordinary, after tonight, it is bound to spread, if it is rated as unprecedentedly good, it shows that Tongshan poetry will respect this poem, everyone, Tongshan poetry will have a huge impact, but this poem is biased, not the mainstream, if it affects the poetry fashion in the future, then Tongshan poetry will be responsible...... I wonder if you've ever thought about this? ”

This is not a simple review, factors other than the poem are involved, but it cannot be ignored, the remaining four reviewers listened, looked at each other, all silent, after a while, the main person who recognized the poem considered it and said, "Yue Lao, look down, even if Tongshan Poetry will not evaluate this poem as the best, this poem's unique poetry technique, there will be people to follow suit, and it will affect the style of poetry...... Therefore, on the other hand, if the Tongshan Poetry Society does not evaluate this poem as the best, I am afraid that it will make people feel that they have no vision, or even unfairness, and damage the reputation of the Tongshan Poetry Society. ”

"Although the reputation is damaged for a while, but the responsibility is more important, the gentleman has something to do and does not do, the old man thinks that it can be used here, this poem deviates from orthodoxy, deliberately seeks innovation, although there is merit, but the impact on the poetry fashion, on the whole, the disadvantages outweigh the benefits, and the Tongshan Poetry Association cannot be admired." Yue Yang immediately refuted what the principal said.

At present, the two are excellent, the two are excellent, and the opinions are equal, and only Fu Xing has not yet been finally evaluated, so Yue Yang and the principal's remarks are mainly for Fu Xing, hoping that their respective views can influence Fu Xing's evaluation.

Fu Xing also knows that he is now impressed by Jia Wei, a schoolboy, and he is quite sorry for his talents, in fact, he has the intention to rate this poem as the best, but Yue Yang's rhetoric is quite sharp, and from the big picture, the truth is upright, in comparison, it is undoubtedly more convincing than the principal who holds the opposite opinion, and after thinking for a while, he finally leaned towards Yue Yang, "The old man commented...... Excellent. ”

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Time passed, the free inscription of the poem finally ended, the talented people of the poem either continued to stay in the open hall, or left the scene to go outside to relax, several young principals who participated in the poem came to the front of the open hall at this moment, to help Fu Lao and a few things.

In the middle, Jia Wei came in twice from the back mountain, did not go to the open hall, only stood slightly outside, saw that the review results were not publicized, and went out again, and when he came in for the third time, it was almost past the ugly hour, at this time Fu Xing was sorting out the poems, as if the review was completed, and it was about to be announced, Jia Wei stood at the west door of the open hall, waiting for the results.

At this moment, the open hall is full of people, most of the talented people who are scattered outside have turned back and entered, only a few people are also standing outside the open hall door like Jia Wei, everything is over, everyone relaxes, waiting for the final result, some talents even began to drink, the guests invited by the poetry meeting are obviously more interested at this time, sit here for a night, and finally see the good poems are baked, especially the top three poets.

After a cup of tea, several reviewers were ready, Fu Xing pressed his hands weakly, signaled everyone in the hall to stop talking, and then picked up a piece of paper and began to announce the results of tonight's Tongshan Poetry Meeting.

First, the list of 10th to 4th places was announced, and then the poems that were not shortlisted in the top 10 but the single poem was the best, and then Fu Xing cleared his throat, his face was solemn, and he read, "...... The third place in this Tongshan Poetry Club is Wei Ruolan Wei Ziyi, after the final evaluation, her bamboo poems are the best, and her free inscription poem "Staying in the Mountains and Forests at Night" is the best...... The two poems were comprehensively reviewed, and they were selected as the best ......"

Reading this, Fu Xing paused, did not continue to read the second place in the top three, the voice of a principal next to him sounded at this time, but it was reciting the poems given by Wei Ruolan, first reciting Yongzhu poems, and then "Staying in the Mountains and Forests at Night".

Jia Wei leaned at the entrance, heard Wei Ruolan was selected as the top three, shook his head with a smile, he had heard all kinds of topics from everyone in the lotus pond before, and knew that Wei Ruolan had won the poetry award, such a ranking was also ordinary for him, so he didn't mean to be happy for the other party, his eyes turned, and he saw what Wei Ruolan was writing in front of the bookcase, his face was calm, and he didn't even raise his head, and he really looked like he was normal.

At this time, he was a little apprehensive, the remaining two, whether he was in it, if so, whether he was second or poet, in the interval when the results were completely revealed, it was really a bit torturous.

Finally, the chanting of the principal ended, and Fu Xing spoke again, "...... The second place of this Tongshan Poetry Association is Jia Wei Jia Shenzhi, after the final review, his Yongzhu poem is the best, and his free title poem "Jin Se" is the best...... The two poems were comprehensively reviewed, and they were selected as the best ......"

"It's second place...... It's not a poet......" Jia Wei first felt his heart sink, and then calmed down, after all, he was mentally prepared before, and the loss was a little lost, but it didn't affect his mood, "...... It's good that I finally know the results, and it's good to have a ranking...... I'm afraid that there is nothing ......."

The chief began to recite his poem, chanted the bamboo, paused, and chanted, "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian...... Zhuang Shengxiao's dream ......"

The moonlight sprinkled from the air, the cool mountain breeze swept through the open hall, a halo of lanterns intersecting, dotted with stars, this poem is the most beautiful poem since the ages, at this moment like a clear string whispering, Yu Xiao hovers low, quietly flowing into the hearts of everyone in the open hall.

“…… There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking...... This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Chanting, for a while the audience was still silent, whether it was a talent, or a distinguished guest, to come to the Tongshan Poetry Club, even if it is not too high poetry, but the ability to appreciate is always not lacking, this poem is different from other poems of the characteristics, such as the beauty of jade, crystal presented, its gorgeous words, blurred emotions, hazy artistic conception, so that everyone feels refreshed, for it to sigh.

The atmosphere was quiet, and after a while, all kinds of chattering began to rise.

“…… It's really a good poem, and it's worth it to come to Tongshan today. ”

"With this poem, how can it not be a poet?"

“…… This situation can be recalled, but it was already lost at the time...... Really well written......"

"Who is this Jia Wei and Jia Shenzhi?"

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Fu Xing began to announce tonight's poets, and after a few gestures, the discussion in the audience gradually stopped, "The poets of this Tongshan Poetry Club are ...... Ji Qian Ji Yuzhen, after the final review, his Yongzhu poem is the best, and his free title poem "Ascending Huaiyuan" is the best...... The two poems were comprehensively reviewed, and they were selected as the best ......"

The chanting of the principal sounded, and everyone listened to the bamboo poem, and then listened to the first four sentences of "Ascending and Expressing Huai", they lost patience and began to discuss "Jin Se" again, and Fu Xing's signal again did not work.

“…… This poem can be compared with the one just now, what's wrong with the Tongshan Poetry Club? ”

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking...... These two sentences are really beautiful......"

"I think the best thing is the first two sentences...... Jin Se unprovoked fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian ......"

The last two sentences are best...... It's intriguing. ”

In the open hall, there is something inexplicable, and the dark tide is surging.