Peng Lao stared at me and said, "You are the first to appear!" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and there was some anger in my heart, this old guy was obviously targeting me, but Peng Lao presided over this cultural meeting and had the right to be assigned to appear in Shunxun, I didn't bother with him, so I took a few steps forward, stood at the bow of the boat, and waited for the competitor.

Peng Lao swept his eyes around, and casually picked a person: "You come out!" ”

I looked there and found that it was a man dressed in white, who looked like a talent, his eyes were always staring at Chen Jiayao, and the many women on Chen Jiayao's boat, with an obscene expression, and he didn't look like a good person.

I said: "In Xia Zhao Zimu, a person from Jiaocheng County, please give me advice." ”

The man in white snorted coldly, and then he didn't speak, but waited for Peng Lao to come up with the question, Peng Lao frowned, but didn't say anything, thought for a moment, and said bluntly: "In Qinghe Lake, gather young talents, you two take "Qing" as the theme, each write a poem!" ”

After Peng Lao finished speaking, the surroundings became quiet, I competed with the man in white, and the others also frowned and thought, thinking about how to compose poetry in their hearts!

After a while, the man in white was the first to speak:

"Outing"

The willows are weak and the green is stacked with the sun,

Stay in Yurun Mountain to listen to birdsong.

Ten thousand silent streams are happy,

Spring sorrow dyed Qingfeng several times.

……

I didn't expect that the man in white was a little literate, and a poem he read out caused several cheers, especially the people who were in the same boat with him, and the words of praise were endless.

However, Peng Lao and others, when they heard this poem, shook their heads unconsciously, although the surface is gorgeous and the words are elegant, but they simply write the scene, and they do not place their trust on emotion, and they lack a little charm.

But the young man in white was very satisfied, his face was arrogant, he looked at me proudly, showed a provocative look, and said, "It's your turn!" ”

I looked confused, and asked Lao Tzu to say a few words of obscene words, but I was very proficient, but now there are Peng Lao and others, if I really dare to come to a few poems like "Eighteen Touches", I will definitely be sentenced to be out.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Wu Feng smiled and said mockingly: "Yo, the hillbilly is no longer good?" ”

I frowned, "The poetry competition, and there is no set time, I need some inspiration, and I will make it for you right away." ”

There is no time limit for competing in the literary meeting, because poetry is different from martial arts, and if you can't find the feeling, it is difficult to make excellent poetry, but it is also impossible to delay it indefinitely.

Peng Lao looked at me and said coldly: "Zhao Zimu, give you another minute, if you can't do it, I will sentence you to elimination." ”

When Peng Lao spoke, everyone else was unscrupulous and began to ridicule me, but it was those poor talents who sweated for me.

Zhou Shao said: "The surname Zhao, writing poetry can be an elegant thing, you are a hillbilly from the countryside, not only robbing my Zhou family's ancestral treasury key, but also wanting to come here to fish in troubled waters, who are you when you are?" Is Shixian alive? ”

I felt a little weak in my heart, my whole head was a mess, and I could only speak hard to meet everyone's eyes, but at this time, the black coffin shook, and a poem sounded in my mind.

Master!

My eyes widened, my sister finally woke up, I was shocked, looked around, and sneered: "Hillbilly? Fish in muddy waters? Today, I'll let you see what poetry is! ”

After speaking, I closed my eyes, recalled the verses of my mother, and read directly:

"Clear Lake"

The green willows are soft and the temples are hanging down,

Clear Lake admires the moon and collects silver glow.

Message: Lovesickness is nowhere to be found,

To whom is the red note lingering?

……

My voice is slow, with some feelings, this one thought, but it is eye-catching, poetry and scenery combined, people and feelings commensurate, the essence of the poem revealed, written a young girl with a spring, alone in the clear lake to enjoy the moon, the breeze blows, the tender green willow branches and the girl's sideburns, at the same time blowing up, slightly skewed, quite beautiful, and the girl's hand, holding a letter with love words, the long night is long, a little cool, but I don't know who to send the full of lovesickness?

After I finished reading the poem, I opened my eyes and looked around, and found that Peng Lao looked stunned, but I didn't expect that I could actually recite a poem that combined with the scene, even the young man in white, as well as the disciples of the big family, were all dumbfounded on the spot, looking like they had seen a ghost.

The young man in white said: "Impossible, this is impossible, you couldn't read it just now, how could you say it all at once, you must be cheating, I suspect that you prepared it in advance, this game doesn't count!" ”

I looked calm, and now that the master has woken up, I have no fear, and said to the man in white: "What are you, if you say you don't count, you don't count?" This is a proposition poem, what if I prepare in advance, as long as I say the proposition, you don't care if I am prepared in advance? ”

Suddenly, the scene was a little chaotic, some accused me, and some ridiculed the young man in white.

"Shut up!" Boss Peng waved his hand, and suddenly quieted down, Elder Peng glanced at it, and said directly: "I announce, the winner of this first game of the competition is...... Zhao Zimu! ”

"What, it's impossible, it's actually surnamed Zhao?"

"How is this possible, he can compose poetry?"

", the surname is Zhao, it must have been prepared in advance."

……

The young man in white was unwilling and wanted to refute it out loud, but his partners in the same boat as him all remained silent, because the young man in white had been eliminated, and if he provoked Peng Lao because of him, it would be worth the loss.

I stared at Peng Lao, this old guy wanted to target me, but the poem that the master said was indeed affectionate and beautiful, and I couldn't find any fault, if I didn't declare my victory, it was really a little unreasonable, not to mention that there were two other people, and Peng Lao couldn't make a decision privately.

When the young man in white saw that the tide was gone, he glared at me fiercely, and then stopped speaking, but returned to the center of the boat, wanting to watch the others compete.

Penglai retreated back, Xianyun Jushi walked forward, this time he was in charge, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the two people, and directly put forward the proposition, the two of them were not ambiguous, read out their own poems, and soon divided the winner.

Several rounds passed in a row.

I have a hunch that something is wrong, because Peng Lao and Xianyun Jushi, when they both choose people, they put the disciples of the big family and the ruffians together, so that the disciples of the big family have an advantage, and the ruffians want to get by, so they can only say some vulgar poems, and they are directly eliminated by Peng Lao and the two, because of the strength of the big family, the ruffians can only swallow their anger.

As for Wei Danqing, he is very fair, he chooses people at random, and when the verdict is announced, he adheres to the principle of openness, and tells the details and shortcomings of the two poems, so that everyone is convinced.

Only now do I understand that what bullshit is the leader of the literary world, what kind of bullshit idle cloud layman, is completely the lackey of two big families, and it is simply a joke to take the opportunity to please the big family, the integrity of the reader, and the backbone that cannot be bent.

At the end of the whole round, half of the people were eliminated, Liu Hao was born in the provincial capital Liu family, Peng Lao also took care of him, Liu Hao recited a song, successfully defeated the opponent and advanced to the next round.

Peng Lao said: "In the second round, the proposition is more open, it is a 'sorrow' word, the so-called cutting is not sorted out and messy, the essence of this word, I am counting on you to wait, in order to shorten the time, I am also responsible for distributing opponents." ”

As he spoke, Peng Lao looked at me, showed a meaningful smile, and said directly: "Zhao Zimu, to Zhao Yan, a disciple of Shangfeng Yun Yage." ”

Zhao Yan is the proud protégé of Xianyun Jushi, and has won the true biography of Xianyun Jushi, especially good at tragic poems, which spread quickly in the provincial capital.

"Haha, it's actually Zhao Yan, who is also surnamed Zhao, and now there is a good show."

"Hmph, Zhao Yan is a talented girl, but Zhao Zimu is a hillbilly, the last poem happened to win, and now I meet the disciple of Xianyun Jushi, just wait to see a good show!"

……

After Peng Lao finished speaking, he glanced at Xianyun Jushi, and the two nodded to each other, it seemed to be premeditated, which made me very unhappy, fucking gangs up to pit Lao Tzu, is it really easy to bully Lao Tzu?

When Zhao Yan heard this, she walked towards the bow of the boat, it was a tall girl, there was an aura on her face, she thought about it a little, and began to sing a poem:

"Dream Order"

The wind is tight and the flowers fall,

Lazy to light candles at night,

Leaning against the window to consider yourself,

Drunk to tell the cold,

Fall, fall,

It's dry again.

……

As soon as I heard it, my face turned a little pale, as soon as the master made a move, I knew if there was one, worthy of being a talented girl, this damn thing is going to be killed, I don't know how to deal with it?