Jin Feng followed the wheat grains into the venue.

The North Sea is inseparable.

"What's the format of this game?" Jin Feng asked, looking at the mess above.

"Three games, held in three days, today is the first day, than modern poetry, tomorrow is the second game of ancient poetry, and the third day after angels is more ancient poetry." Beihai said in the back.

"Oh, how did you come up with that question?" Jin Feng continued to ask.

"The top three in the last session were in the title, the third place was in the topic of modern poetry, the second place was in the title of ancient poetry, and the first place was in the title of ancient words." Beihai replied.

"Oh, then which topic do we have in Huaxia?" Jin Feng asked curiously.

"Our Huaxia did not enter the top three, so we can't solve the problem." Beihai said regretfully.

"Do you use our Chinese to compose poems?" Jin Feng asked suspiciously.

"Of course, all four of our countries use Chinese." Beihai nodded.

"So how are we at the bottom?" The golden wind is very strange.

"We have no literary background in China now, many young people don't like poetry, and the degree of attention is not very high, you can also see, Mai Li's poetry level is average, but she is very powerful among our young generation of poets." Beihai is also very helpless, and the current situation is that Chinese poets are withering.

"Oh, I see." Jin Feng nodded, as long as he Jin Feng exists, it will be difficult to win the championship.

"So how do you score it?" Goldwind cares about how it scores.

"The top three will be decided in every game, three points for the first place, two points for the second place, one point for the third place, and finally accumulate which country has the highest points and which country is the champion." Beihai introduced the scoring rules in detail.

"Who are the judges?" Whoever the four countries send will certainly be seen as unfair.

"The judges are three experts sent by the World Poetry Association, all of whom are proficient in Chinese, and they are not from our four countries." Beihai is a very reassuring judge.

Hearing that it was someone from another country, Jin Feng was relieved.

"Hurry up, sit down." Wheat Grains shouted at the golden wind.

"Coming soon." Jin Feng said with a smile.

"I said you really want to go?" Beihai thought that Jin Feng was just a whim, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to sit in front of him.

"Of course." Jin Feng came for the competition, although Yi Tian arranged for him to participate in ancient poems and ancient words, but Jin Feng is not afraid of modern poetry.

At this time, Yi Tian also saw Jin Feng and walked over.

"Teacher Yi." Beihai hurriedly said hello, this veteran, Beihai maintained a certain respect.

"Well, Beihai has worked hard." Yi Tian nodded at Yi Tian.

"Teacher Yi, is there anything wrong?" Beihai thought that Yi Tian was coming to look for him.

Who knew that Yi Tian pointed at Jin Feng, "I'm here to find Jin Feng." ”

"Teacher Yi also knows Jinfeng?" Beihai asked in surprise, he felt that Yi Tian should not be able to know.

"Of course I do." Yi Tian smiled.

"Teacher, I'll just sit here by myself, you can go and get busy." Jin Feng said unceremoniously.

"Okay, you observe first, if you think you can, you can also hand in the work, and the next two games are when you play." Yi Tian still pressed the treasure of Jin Feng in the last two games.

Beihai was stunned, he really didn't expect that Jin Feng would actually come to participate in the competition.

"Once again, I announce the rules of the competition, as long as anyone is present, they can submit their works, and our jury will score them for everyone." A man on the field with a middle hair shouted.

"Who is this?" Golden Wind didn't know these people.

"You are too stupid, this is the famous North Korean poet Li Luanxie, and the first topic is from him." Wheat said with disdain.

"Oh, I see." Jin Feng nodded.

Among the four countries, the most powerful is Huaxia, so the other three countries are also very jealous of Huaxia, and the East Asian Poetry Competition is one of the few competitions that they can overwhelm Huaxia.

"My topic is not very difficult, you have to be careful." Li Luan Xie winked at a young man below, and then said, "I wrote a poem two days ago, you can listen to it." ”

"Everything, everything is fate, everything is smoke, everything is the beginning without an ending, everything is fleeting, all joy has no smile, all suffering has no tears, all language is repetition, all communication is the first encounter, all love is in the bottom of the heart, all the past is in a dream, all hope is with a note, all faith is with a moan, all outbursts have a moment of tranquility, all death has a long echo."

After reading a poem, Li Luan Xie said triumphantly: "This time, the topic of our North Korea is to use my poem as the title, and you are free to play." ”

When Jin Feng heard this poem, he was stunned at first, this "Everything" is very famous, why did it appear here? If this is the topic, Jin Feng has a way to fight it.

"This poem is so well written, and it is not easy to write a poem based on this poem." Beihai shook his head, "Li Luanxie is a little bit of a trick, because no matter how well everyone writes, it is difficult to surpass him." ”

"It's really good, how should you use this poem as the title?" The wheat grains are also meditating bitterly.

Jin Feng expressed a different opinion, "I think this poem is a bit too pessimistic, it can be said that the feelings are decadent, unhealthy, and hopeless, which is typical pessimism and nihilism." ”

"Don't say." Beihai wants to stop Jin Feng, but unfortunately Jin Feng has already spoken out.

A young man stood up very unhappily, "How do you kid talk?" "Although this man speaks Chinese, he is a bit stiff.

"I'm a man who likes to tell the truth." Jin Feng also fought back unceremoniously.

"This is Li Luan Xie's apprentice." Beihai whispered.

No wonder he jumped out in such a hurry, it turned out to be his teacher.

"This poem by my master is very well written." The young man shouted.

"You didn't write it, you have the ability to write a song." Jin Feng said excitedly.

"Write it." It is difficult to suppress the fire when he is young, and he immediately walked on stage and read out the manuscript he had already prepared.

"All" is the title of this young man, and it is undeniable that this poem is very consistent with the theme of Li Luanxie.

"Smack." The audience burst into applause.

"It is worthy of being a famous teacher and a high apprentice, this poem is very well written."

"Yes, it's very much in tune."

Li Luan Xie was very proud in his heart, this was a little trick he played, and he had prepared the theme early in the morning, so his apprentice had already polished a song, which was also the benefit of the title.