After Liu Wenlong returned to the office, he still thought about the scene where the mung bean porridge was splashed all over the ground just now, patted his chest painfully, and sighed: "What a waste!" Oh my God, what's wrong with me? In order to select a contestant to participate in the market competition, I actually listened to the words of my old classmates......"

Liu Wenlong was blaming himself, when a gust of wind swept in from the window and blew the book "Selected Ancient Poems and Essays" on the desk to the ground.

Liu Wenlong bent down to pick up the book and flipped through it casually. Suddenly, Liu Wenlong's mind flashed, and he saw his hands hitting the knots, and shouted repeatedly: "Good idea, good idea!" ”

He thought: 5,000 years of excellent culture of ancient poetry and literature has cast countless popular poems, many poems and texts have been passed down through the ages, affecting the healthy growth of generations, learning ancient poetry and literature is an important way to improve literary literacy and cultivate spiritual sentiments. Why not use a poem to express the essence of ancient poetry, and put the poem in the school cultural corridor, as an examination paper, to see which candidate can most thoroughly understand the essence of ancient poetry, from which to select and finally determine the contestants to participate in the city competition.

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The next day, Liu Wenlong instructed Wang Jinlong, director of the teaching and research department, to summon the judges and the top 20 candidates of the ancient poetry and literature contest to the conference room.

After all the people who were notified arrived, Liu Wenlong was wearing a Tang costume with embroidered poems and texts, and he was holding a tome in his left hand.

This tome, the collection of poems and essays "Anthology", was purchased by Peng Guihe, the first principal of No. 1 Middle School at the beginning of the school, from Kyoto Bookstore, and passed down through five principals.

This collection of poems and essays "Anthology", Liang Xiaotong of the Southern Dynasty organized literati to compile and select: "Tang Manuscript Tang Selection" (Tang Dynasty Writing), "All Song Ci" (edited by contemporary Tang Guizhang), "Yuan Poetry Collection" (edited by Zhang Jingxing and others in the Qing Dynasty), "Ming Ci Zong" (compiled by Zhu Yizun and Wang Chang in the Qing Dynasty), "Qing Poetry Collection" (edited and selected by Xu Shichang of the Republic of China), and "Poems of the Six Dynasties of the Pre-Qin, Han and Wei Dynasties" (contemporary selection).

This treasure, Principal Liu Wenlong regards it as the emperor's supreme jade seal of the town and country, as the treasure of the town school.

Wang Weiyi, who was standing in front, saw this collection of poems and essays "Anthology", and couldn't help but be excited: he has been in the first middle school for so many years, and this treasure has been hidden in the secret room of the school.

Just when Wang Weiyi was guessing, Liu Wenlong's face was serious, and he said in a solemn tone, "The vicissitudes of the world, the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, I want to carry forward the ancient Chinese poetry and literature in my term and pin it on you, so as to continue the context of ancient and modern poetry." Liu Wenlong said this, his sharp eyes looked through the lenses, and he inspected the 20 candidates, and looked forward to it, "Therefore, you can write out the state of mind that you have comprehended after studying ancient poetry for many years, and write it in poetry, and the time limit is 10 days, and you will automatically give up after the deadline." If anyone's poems can best tell the essence of the poems, the most in line with the essence of the poems, and the highest realm, I will let them represent Longmen No. 1 Middle School to participate in the ancient poetry contest to be held in the city next month. ”

Liu Wenlong's words really made these 20 candidates very excited.

Since the competition, in the face of poems and songs, how many cold windows have been hard reading, well-read and memorized, devoted to cultivation, inspirational and upward, in order to be able to have great tools, to participate in the city and even provincial competitions, and to become famous.

Now, when the opportunity comes, why not make them rejoice?

In the auditorium, on campus, in classrooms, in dormitories, in canteens...... In each corner of the first middle school, 20 candidates have their own ideas:

Some feel that their poetry level is low, and how to write is not as good as the "new scholar" Long Fei or the senior brother Wang Weiyi, and they are too lazy to use their brains;

Some are meditating, searching for dry intestines and can't say a word;

There are also those who are a little literate and distressed that they can't write poems that have insight into poetry.

And Wang Weiyi, who was already a talented senior, became Yu Weiwen's tall foot after entering the school, and he was very valued by the old man and had a certain understanding. He knew that this was the most critical moment for him to become famous, so he summoned several of his most confidant classmates to the rockery of the Huxin Pavilion on campus.

Wang Weiyi's tone was subtle: "Everyone, you are my best classmates in No. 1 Middle School, and you are also my most confidant friends. Today, what do you all know what Liu Wenlong's words mean? ”

King Ma Liu whispered: "With your poems, Brother Yi, it is enough to overwhelm those 20 candidates, who dares to compete with you?"

Tan Shuiwei, Feng Qing and others are also echoing.

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm most afraid of what if." Wang Weiyi's eyes flashed with a shaking wave of light, "Those 20 people are from all classes, each with their own thoughts, and dragons and snakes are mixed. Let's be cautious and have a few more eyes. ”

King Ma Liu: "Brother Yi means-"

Wang Weiyi made arrangements on the spot: "We should monitor these 20 people who show their talents on weekdays and pay attention to their movements. ”

Feng Qing inquired: "It's also a good thing that the first brother is careful. I wonder who I think are potential competitors?"

Wang Wei counted his fingers and pointed out: "I see, Long Fei, Situ Li, Xian Xiaoli...... And that fat boy winter. ”

King Ma Lu contemptuously: "What, do you mean that Long Fei?"

Wang Wei nodded: "Hmm." ”

King Ma Liu smiled and said, "Brother Yi, you are too worried. ”

Wang Wei asked anxiously: "What do you mean by this?"

King Ma Liu disagreed: "He is a countryman who has risen from a small countryman, and he only knows how to coax beautiful women." ”

"You can't look down on him like that." Wang Weiyi's voice was a little vigilant, "Everyone, you still remember the ancient poetry competition, he was the first to hand in the paper and won the first place. ”

"This ...... This is also ......" Tan Shuiwei said.

Wang Weiyi recalled: "Do you still remember? Judging from the fact that he beats the bell with pears and eats porridge with cakes, his understanding is not comparable to that of mediocre people!"

King Ma Liu retorted: "To write poetry and insight, what you need is culture and literary talent, but it is not as simple as clocking and eating porridge!" Hum! He's only been reading for a few years, hasn't he? ”

Feng Qing echoed: "First brother, it is necessary for you to guard against him. But don't step on a taro pod as a snake, so that you can't eat and sleep. ”

Wang Wei looked serious: "In short, let's pay more attention." Come, we will divide labor and focus on monitoring Long Fei, Situ Li and others. ”

As soon as Wang Wei and the others were behind the big rocks, they secretly discussed......

A few days later, Ma Liuwang, Feng Qing and others reported to Wang Weiyi: Long Fei, Situ Li and others did not move, and Wang Weiyi's hanging heart gradually relaxed.

But Wang Weiyi also has his own troubles, because he himself has written a few poems in private, but after repeated scrutiny, he always feels that it is not ideal, which really makes him uneasy.

On a moonlit night, the restless Wang Weiyi couldn't sleep peacefully in bed, looking at the moon hanging high outside the window was so pale, he couldn't sleep anymore, got up and opened the door, walked out of the dormitory alone, made a few back and forth stretching and flexing movements with both hands up, and then walked out along the campus path, while breathing the fresh air of the night, while searching for dry intestines.

Walking, walking, unconsciously came to the lotus pond of the lake pavilion on campus. The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, and the night breeze brings bursts of fragrance.

Wang Weiyi felt a little tired in his legs, lying under the tall magnolia tree next to the lotus pond, his hands resting behind his head, looking up at the vast night sky.

The night sky was inky blue, the moon was high, the wind had stopped, and there was not a trace of clouds floating away in the sky.

The round moon, like a mirror, hangs high in the sky. The peaks, teaching buildings, pavilions in the middle of the lake, trees, flowers and plants are hazy and clear, illusory but real.

In this light and bleak night, Wang Weiyi's mind was full of ancient poems and market competitions......

"What is the essence of ancient poetry? What is the spirituality of poetry? How does my spirituality manifest......" he muttered as he paced.

The night was deep, and the surroundings were quiet, and a leaf could be heard falling.

At this time, the moon was obscured by bird clouds, and the night sky darkened.

Suddenly, a few faint bells rang out.

Wang Wei was startled, and when he listened to it again, he couldn't hear it again.

He thought it was a hallucination in his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Wang Weiyi had just laughed, and the ethereal bell sounded again, like a lonely moan from the depths of his soul, like an affectionate call sliding down from the moon palace of Gao Miao, and more like a certain omen from the gods to people in the dark......

He involuntarily fell to his knees......

The wind blew from the distant sky, the dark clouds were blown away, the round moon was bright again, and the heavens and the earth became clear.

At this time, the bell sounded again, and Wang Wei followed the sound and looked, ah, this fluttering bell sound turned out to come from the wind chimes on the pavilion in the middle of the lake!

He slapped himself in the mouth with self-deprecation and said to himself: "I have been reading books for more than 10 years, and I am even fascinated!" It's just that because the clouds obscured the moon, I mistook the wind chimes for the sound of heaven and the sound of the gods......"

Wang Wei looked at the full moon hanging high in the night sky like a mirror, and a light of wisdom suddenly burst out from the depths of his heart......

"Ah, what a beautiful moonlit night, what a beautiful sky! What is this clean night sky like?" The tentacles of Wang Weiyi's thinking were opened, and he was searching.

Suddenly, the spirit of the rhino came to his senses: "Ah, clean as washing, spotless, as a bright mirror!" We should also reach this level of poetry learning!"

Wang Wei felt that the clouds in his thoughts were gradually swept away, revealing a piece of emptiness.

Suddenly, Wang Wei was so inspired that he slapped his thigh with joy, and naturally chanted:

ancient Chinese poetry,

Up and down for 5,000 years.

Always study diligently,

I got the idea.

The night is quiet, the moonlight is just right, and the sky and earth are bright and smart, just like people's poetic heart.

Wang Weiyi walked quickly to Liu Wenlong's bedroom, flexed his index finger, and just wanted to knock on the door of Liu Wenlong's bedroom, but froze.

Liu Wenlong's city is unfathomable, what is the artistic conception of his favorite poems? There is no one to refer to. Although I feel that this poem is perfect, it is my own personal will. What I'm afraid of is that once it is handed over, Liu Wenlong is not very satisfied, at that time there is no turning back arrow from the bow, and it will become helpless to save the overall situation.

The weight of this poem is related to whether or not he can participate in the reputation of the city competition. If you are too reckless, it may only backfire. Thinking of this, Wang Weiyi turned back to the dormitory where he was staying, and wrote down the poem overnight.

In what way should this poem be handed over to Liu Wenlong in person, and when should it be handed over to Liu Wenlong in person?

The hesitant and panicked state of mind has been torturing Wang Weiyi, making him want to vomit and swallow.

Sometimes, an impulse like a devil drove him to Liu Wenlong's bedroom, wanting to express his heart to him.

But when he arrived at the door of Liu Wenlong's bedroom, it came to an abrupt end. That door separated him from Liu Wenlong as two states of mind, two worlds.

Wang Wei sighed secretly, and left quietly in despair.

In this way, Wang Weiyi wandered indecisively in front of Liu Wenlong's bedroom, coming and going, going and coming.

For three days and three nights, there were as many as thirteen competitions.

But he never had the courage to knock on the door of the principal's dormitory and tell Liu Wenlong about his heart.

Until late at night on the fourth day, the crickets, which usually like to chirp at night, also shut up.

The clock rang three times, Wang Weiyi could no longer hold back the rushing impulse in his heart when he was in bed, so he got up, picked up the pen, wrote the poem on paper, quietly came to the powder wall of the cultural corridor, looked around, confirmed that there was no one around, and pasted the poem written on the paper on the powder wall of the cultural corridor, and left quickly like a night owl.