In fact, many people don't understand the appreciation of ancient poetry.

If you are not a professional poet, it is generally difficult to explain a poem in all aspects.

But poetry itself is a wonderful literary genre.

Even people who don't know much about poetry can feel the artistic conception that the creator wants to express from between the lines of a poem.

If the artistic conception of a poem is strong enough, it can even make people empathize, as if they are in the world of the poem.

It's like this moment.

Most of the reporters and guests at the scene did not know ancient poetry very well.

But when they see the poems on the projection screen, they can still feel the strong artistic conception of this poem.

For a while, what many people saw in front of their eyes seemed to be not a poem, but a picture.

The lonely figure, staring at the bleak moonlight, the grass and trees in his hometown, gradually overlapped with the moon in the sky.

The intriguing homesickness of the distant guest gave everyone present a strong impact, and a sense of loneliness and desolation inexplicably surged into their hearts.

"It's a good poem indeed."

"The theme is hometown, but this person actually went off the rails with his sword, and with homesickness, he stuck to the theme, wonderful, wonderful."

"I can't understand it, but I think it's good."

"I can't understand what you're talking about, so hurry up and give that person a few more shots."

“......”

After a short silence, there was a cacophony of discussion and more applause throughout the room.

Shen Mingxue looked at Gu Bei's poems and was a little distracted.

Gu Bei is talented, there is no doubt about this, screenwriters, piano, music, no matter what aspect, they are all so good.

But he never imagined that Gu Bei would actually compose poetry?

And the level is still so high.

What kind of person is he, and how much is he still hiding?

Strong curiosity made Shen Mingxue want to get to know Gu Bei, his talent, his past, and everything about him......

Wait a minute!

What's wrong with me?

Since when did I have such a strong interest in a person?

Thinking of this, Shen Mingxue couldn't help but shake her head secretly.

She's a little confused......

"How so!" On the other side, Ji Lun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to look at Gu Bei's poem, extremely annoyed.

Gu Bei can really compose poetry, and it should be very good.

He felt that he had made a mistake, it should have been his limelight, and it should have been the praise he enjoyed, but now it all fell on Gu Bei's head.

This bastard who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

However, although Ji Lun was very annoyed, he had nothing to do.

Although the guests have poems prepared in advance, there are also some guests who can really compose poems.

Therefore, the judges' selection is a mixed bag, and really good poems will naturally win.

Even he, as vice president of the Poets' Guild, could not interfere with the judges.

After all, there is more than one vice chairman of the Poets Association, there are five of them, and now there is another vice chairman sitting on the judges' bench.

Besides, Gu Bei's poems are really good, if they are secretly faked, who can't see it with a discerning eye?

If it is questioned at that time, the gain will outweigh the loss.

"Okay, congratulations to Mr. Gu Bei, we will donate 800,000 yuan in your name to the poor mountainous areas, and your poems will also be included in the poetry collection of the Poets Association, and the income from the publication of the poetry collection will also be donated to the poor mountainous areas."

"Mr. Gu Bei, now you have two choices, one is to step down and let other guests come on stage, and the other is to become the champion and accept the challenge of the guests, please make a choice."

The host's voice rang out in the room.

However, Gu Bei didn't hear it for the first time.

At this point, he was still thinking about a question...... 800,000, just donated? Can you leave me 350,000 yuan?

Although Gu Bei knew that this was charity, and the money could not reach his own hands, he still felt a little sorry, after all, it was a huge sum of 800,000.

"Become the champion, we want you to write a few more poems."

Before Gu Bei came back to his senses, a voice suddenly came from the judges' seat.

The person who spoke was none other than the other vice president of the Poets Association, Song Anrui.

He admired Gu Bei very much, a young man.

Although as a judge, it is indeed a bit inappropriate to take the initiative to let the guests become the champions, but he really wants to see what kind of poems Gu Bei can create.

If it was possible, he even wanted to invite Gu Bei to join the Poets' Association.

"Chairman Song has spoken, Mr. Gu Bei, are you willing to be the champion?" At the same time, the host's voice came into Gu Bei's ears again.

"Oh, good." Gu Bei didn't hear it clearly, so he subconsciously responded.

But when he reacted and wanted to refuse, the host had already begun to announce the theme of the next round of fighting poems.

"Very good, Mr. Gu Bei is willing to be the champion, now I will announce the theme of the next round, and the theme of our next round is...... Wine! ”

"I'll lean on ......," the corner of Gu Bei's mouth twitched slightly.

Although I am very reluctant, but since this is the case, I will chant a few more songs, anyway, if I lose, I will run away, and it will not be in the way.

After another guest came to the stage and determined the amount of donation, Gu Bei wrote a poem on paper.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone......"

A poem from the poet immortal Li Bai will enter the wine, and the heroic and free artistic conception once again shocked everyone present.

Gu Bei won unsurprisingly.

At the end of the second round of fighting poems, Gu Bei himself was also a little superior, and without waiting for the host to ask, he asked to become the champion again.

The third round of theme, parting.

Gu Beisheng.

The fourth round of themes, flowers.

Gu Beisheng.

Fifth, Sixth, Seventh...... Until the thirteenth round, Gu Bei still maintained a winning streak.

The judges present were going crazy.

As a poet, a good piece of work not only amazes them, but also delights them.

But today, they actually saw thirteen extremely amazing works at one time.

Each one brings them a different feeling.

It's a classic.

The excitement of the journalist media is no less than that of the judges of the Poets Association.

Because they have news to write about.

However, those guests who participated in the poetry fight were not very happy one by one.

They're here to donate, and they're here to earn word of mouth.

However, all the money they donated will eventually go out in the name of Gu Bei, but they themselves have not received anything, and they have not even been able to leave their names, so how can they have a reputation at all.

Is all our money blown by the wind?

Thirteen rounds of fighting poems, a full amount of 18 million donations, all of which have become your Gu Bei's name.

It is equivalent to this ancient poetry charity dinner, which directly became Gu Bei's personal show.

In other words, he contracted it.

Can it not be annoying?

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