Chapter 278 Original Persuasion Poems

"Is that you?"

"It's you!"

"It's you?!"

Mayor Fan, Secretary Zhou, and President Wang Hongru said the same two words in unison, but the tone was not exactly the same.

Before the three of them could say anything, Secretary Liao jumped out impatiently and said loudly:

"What are you kidding, how can there be a great poet as young as you in China?"

"yes, too young"

"It doesn't look like it."

"I've never heard of it."

With Secretary Liao taking the lead in questioning, there were also discussions around.

"President Wang, it seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in your conference organization~~" Fan Qingliang turned his head and whispered to Wang Hongru beside him, the implication is that several of President Wang's subordinates have made a mistake.

Wang Hongru's face was red and white for a while, at this time, his subordinates were not around, so there was no way to find his subordinates for verification, but his intuition told him that this matter in front of him was definitely not simple, even if someone dared to come here to pretend to be a great poet, it was impossible for so many media reporters to be deceived, when he looked at the reporters around him, he found that although these reporters didn't say anything, the expressions on their faces were also very weird, and they didn't know whether they wanted to cry or laugh.

However, this also reminded Wang Hongru in disguise, originally he didn't believe what the young man on the other side said, but for the sake of insurance, he still said very politely:

"Wang has been in the literary world for more than 20 years, although he doesn't dare to say that he has friends all over the world, but some well-known poets in China are still known, and at worst he has heard each other's names, so dare to ask this little brother his surname?"

Bai Lidu had no choice but to introduce himself again: "In the next, Bai Lidu, known as Li Dubai, the great poet is just a title in the game." ”

"Game! Title? Wang Hongru didn't understand it at all.

"I see, it turns out that your great poet is a title in a game, this is too child's play, can reality and games be the same thing? Nowadays, game manufacturers are becoming more and more disagreeable, and in order to promote promotions, you can invite so many reporters to mess around with you, and now I remind you that before the hotel security arrives, you had better take your reporters out of here. Secretary Liao thought that he had figured out the situation and issued an eviction order.

Mayor Fan didn't say anything, but acquiesced to Secretary Liao's arrangement.

"Damn! It's too much, all the viewers who are watching the live broadcast, there are some emergencies on the field, the great poet is about to be kicked out of the game, I can't be silent anymore, I have to leave the great poet behind. Dapeng lowered his voice and did a live broadcast.

After listening to what Secretary Liao said, the other reporters who were around also stopped immediately:

"Nonsense, we weren't invited"

"Yes, we all came spontaneously"

"If we don't go, neither can the great poets."

"You must not wronged the great poet."

"Who stipulates that the great poet in the game is not the great poet in reality?"

Although these reporters refused to speak as if they had made an appointment before, they actually wanted to wait and see what happened, and shoot as much more interesting news material as possible, so when someone jumped out to slap the great poet in the face, these reporters were like a latent hunter who was as excited as seeing the prey fall into the trap, and his face was smiling for a long time, but now the situation on the field suddenly changed tone, the prey was not only fierce, but also about to crawl out of the pit, but everyone has not seen the expected reversal slap in the face, So naturally I don't want to leave so easily.

"Haha, young man, it seems that you are quite popular, although you don't look like a poet at your age, but as the so-called back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the blue is better than the blue, just by the few comments you just made, I am willing to believe you, come, take it!" After Secretary Zhou finished speaking, he handed the brush in his hand to Bai Lidu again.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou" Bai Lidu responded to the other party very politely, and at the same time took the brush with both hands.

"Good!"

A shouting voice came, and the picture of Bai Lidu taking the brush from Secretary Zhou was also taken by the surrounding reporters.

"Ahem~~ Let me be fair." Mayor Fan saw that so many reporters actually supported the young man in front of him, and the old secretary Zhou also seemed to attach great importance to the other party, so he knew that he and his secretary Liao were probably blind, and when he saw Bai Lidu take over the brush, he also thought of a countermeasure that could alleviate the embarrassing situation on the field, and then said:

"I think that even if the title of this great poet is in the game, it will always take some real talent to obtain, in this case, it is better to ask this young man to show us on the spot, let him improvise a poem for us, and see how good he is in this area, and we old guys can also open our eyes by the way."

"Good!"

This time, accompanied by shouts, there was a round of applause, and when it came to this ring, everyone in the audience was very interested in the young great poet, and wanted to see what amazing verses he would write, and likewise, these included those who wanted to see Bai Lidu make jokes.

"Well, President Wang, can I ask, if we have a live competition today, if we write poetry, are there any rules?" Bai Lidu picked up the brush in his hand and asked Wang Hongru.

"Well, there are indeed rules, because today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and the Spring Festival has passed for seven days, and in another seven days, it will be the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, so in the poems you write today, you must appear the word spring or the word month, choose one of the two."

"Oh, then I'll follow this rule too, lest I write something else and be told that I prepared it in advance." Bai Lidu slowly came to a table with a pen, combined with what Secretary Zhou had just said to him, he quickly completed the idea in his heart, and then thought for a moment before he began to drop the pen in his hand on a blank piece of paper.

[In early spring and February, the river is cold, and the willow sprouts to change its appearance. 】

At this moment, there are also a lot of people gathered at the table where Bai Lidu is, there are calligraphers and painters in the province, as well as retired old cadres, and the rest are reporters from various TV stations, and some cameramen have stood on the stools on the periphery in order to find the best shooting angle.

"Hmmm! It's a book! Yes, the pen is very imposing~"

"It should still be the line in the book, and it seems that there is still some foundation."

"What's the use of cutting ~~ words, the artistic conception of this poem is average."

"I think the artistic conception is not bad, isn't it the end of February, it is early spring, the river is cold, but the willows on the shore have pulled out new shoots and put on a new look."

Regardless of the surrounding discussions, Bai Lidu continued to write:

[Listening to Zhou Weng's persuasion, the blue is better than the blue. 】

"Blue is better than blue...... Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"It's really wonderful, but I think the previous sentence is better, listen to Zhou Weng's persuasion, isn't this Zhou Weng referring to Old Secretary Zhou?"

"That's right! That's right, just now Secretary Zhou did say that the blue is better than the blue, and the allusion to this sentence is from Xunzi's "Persuasion", it seems that it is really original on the spot! ”

Around Bai Lidu, there was a sudden uproar!

After leaving a note at the end of the poem, Bai Lidu added a poem title at the title of the poem on the far right side of the paper, which is called "Persuasion"

With the completion of this poem title, there was warm applause around Bai Lidu!