Lin Zhibai has written three poems, each of which can be called exquisite, which can be described as a passing test.

And Ji Quantai only wrote a poem at this time, although he also received full applause, but the limelight was obviously inferior to the White Emperor.

This is unacceptable to Ji Quantai!

Seeing many literati discussing Emperor Bai's poems, Ji Quantai took a deep breath and gave a middle-aged man next to him a look.

The middle-aged man understood, and immediately said:

"Today, there is snow and plum in the plum garden, so Yongxue and Yongmei's masterpieces are frequent, the four gentlemen don't talk about it, in my opinion, the best work in the audience today is the Yongxue poem of Mr. Xiao Ji, what do you think?"

"That's right!"

"Teacher Ge Wu is right!"

"This poem is the best of the day!"

"Well written!"

"Teacher Xiao Ji is talented!"

"He is worthy of being the first person of the younger generation!"

"The east wind follows the west wind, and the leaves of the trees are empty. The plum blossoms can't be blown endlessly, and they still hold the new red, this poem by Mr. Xiao Ji is really wonderful. ”

"Brother Zhou will carry it."

"Good poetry is naturally listened to once and will not be forgotten."

Everyone spoke one after another, and the recognition of Ji Quantai's poem was very high.

But Lin Zhibai glanced at the person who proposed, it turned out that this guy was Ge Wu, it seems that the group of people who had fought with him online today are basically all together.

Then.

Huang Yulou, the president of the Writers Association, suddenly spoke: "I agree with what Teacher Ge Wu said, Teacher Xiao Ji's works are indeed elegant, Brother Jiang He has taught a good apprentice!" ”

Ji Quantai is a disciple of Jiang He.

Hearing Huang Yulou say this, Jiang He smiled, but said modestly: "Xiao Ji is always bitter, and he barely has a little talent, thanks to everyone's love." ”

"In my opinion......"

Mrs. Zhao said suddenly: "If you want to say the best Yongxue poem today, Mr. Xiao Ji's work is excellent, but Mr. Baidi's sentence flying into the plum blossom is more in line with my heart." ”

"That's not true."

Huang Yulou said: "Teacher Baidi's poem is good, but it is obviously too much pursuit of the peak and loop of the end, so that the first three sentences really have no artistic beauty. ”

Jiang He bowed his head slightly.

Old Lady Zhao pursed her lips.

In a sense, Jiang He and Huang Yulou, as well as Yun Lan and Mrs. Zhao, can be regarded as the judges of today's poetry club.

And the present.

Jiang He and Huang Yulou are obviously Ji Quantai who are standing, and Old Lady Zhao is standing as the White Emperor.

The current scene is two to one, so Huang Yulou looked at Yun Lan, who did not express his position, and wanted to form a three-to-one situation:

"What does President Yun think?"

Yun Lan frowned slightly, she knew that Jiang He was planning to promote his disciple Ji Quantai to the throne today, and the level of Ji Quantai's poem was indeed commendable, but it was definitely Emperor Bai who had the best overall performance......

That's it.

Kick the ball out.

I don't have anything to do with it.

The main Yun Lan didn't want to say that Ji Quantai was better against his will, nor did he want to offend Jiang He and Huang Yulou, so he said lightly: "Since there are different voices among us, why not let Ji Quantai and the White Emperor compare the last round separately with the theme of snow or plum, and everyone votes together." ”

"I'll see it."

After a little hesitation, Huang Yulou glanced at Ji Quantai, and then agreed, Jiang He next to him also nodded lightly, even Old Lady Zhao didn't say anything.

"That's a good idea."

Ge Wu looked at Lin Zhibai and said with a smile: "Let these two young talents compete one-on-one again, we also have ears, and we can enjoy two more masterpieces." ”

"You don't have to compare, do you?"

Zhou Tai made it clear that he was standing with Lin Zhibai today, and immediately said: "Even if Teacher Baidi and Teacher Xiao Ji's Yongxue poems are equal, but Teacher Baidi has written three poems in a row so far, each of which is wonderful, and Teacher Xiao Ji only has one, does this need to be divided again?" ”

"That's different."

Ge Wu retorted: "The poems before the White Emperor came out at the right time, and Mr. Xiao Ji's talent has not been shown too much, and today's poetry club will always give Mr. Xiao Ji a chance to officially prove himself." ”

"That's it!"

Na An An gritted his teeth and said loudly: "If the White Emperor is really talented, why is he afraid of competing again?" ”

Lin Zhibai didn't speak.

That Ji Quantai suddenly got up and said, "I have nothing to do, I don't know if Teacher Baidi can give it a try?" ”

As he spoke, Ji Quantai arched his hand towards Lin Zhibai, his eyes clearly provocative.

Lin Zhibai thought that this guy had just given An An a favor, and wanted to yin himself, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said:

"Then please."

Ji Quantai has launched a challenge, if he doesn't take it, it will be inappropriate, so it is better to simply compete with him in the last round, and today is to subdue these people.

"Pen and ink waiting!"

Ji Quantai rolled up his sleeves and looked heroic, this situation was arranged in advance, Ge Wu was a compliment, and he was prepared for this round of display!

"We want it too."

Zhou Tai's voice was somewhat emotional.

Soon, someone brought pen and ink and placed them in front of Ji Quantai and Lin Zhibai.

Zhou Tai personally studied the ink.

Then Lin Zhibai began to write.

On the other side, Ji Quantai moved faster, almost in a flash, and completed a poem.

Ge Wu leaned over to take a look and said excitedly:

"Okay, good, worthy of Teacher Xiao Ji! Good words and poems are better! I can't help but want to treasure this calligraphy! ”

"What is written?"

"Ge Lao Nian came to listen!"

"That's it!"

"Don't sell it!"

Everyone opened their mouths and urged.

Ge Wu smiled and picked up the ink treasure, and chanted aloud: "Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains carry white heads, and the heaven-sent rouge gently wipes the cheeks." Yao asked Lan Zhuchun where he was, and the jade bone ice muscle fragrance came! ”

This poem is out!

Full house!

This is a poem to write scenery, both write snow and write plum, can be described as praise plum in the snow, but the whole article does not mention snow and plum, all are metaphorical techniques, although there are some suspicions of piling up rhetoric, but it is also a very high realm, and the scenery is from far and near atmospheric heroic, the picture sense is very strong, and the literati present in the doorway can see it at a glance!

……

In the live broadcast room, it was also a lot of admiration!

"Well written!"

"This poem is magnificent!"

"I don't mention snow and plum, but I describe the beauty of snow and plum to the extreme!"

"This scenery poem is really amazing!"

"The poetry will be really wonderful!"

"This White Emperor, can you write better?"

"He's lost!"

"Ji Quan Taike is the first person of the younger generation!"

"Come on, Ji Quantai!"

The fans of the White Emperor were a little nervous, but the support did not fall, and the voice was even louder, mainly because Lin Zhibai's first three poems gave everyone confidence!

"You're too confident, aren't you?"

"Which of the first three songs of the White Emperor is bad?"

"Ji Quantai's song is obviously a little less interesting than the one just now by Emperor Bai!"

"The words are too fancy."

"Don't think that if you don't mention Xue and Mei, it's not difficult to do this."

"I think the first person of this young generation should be the White Emperor!"

"I didn't dare to say this before, but the first three poems of the White Emperor are enough to prove it!"

"Agreed!"

"I don't know how the White Emperor's poem is this time."

was not convinced, but in the hearts of the fans of the White Emperor, they still recognized Ji Quantai's poem, and the writing was indeed very level.

……

Scene.

Everyone's eyes moved to Lin Zhibai.

My work has been recognized by the audience!

Ji Quantai's eyes were burning, how did you deal with this poem?

Even if the first three poems of Emperor Bai are well written, the content of the poems is really witty, with a strong sense of response, but he has already done everything he can in this poem, and Ji Quantai doesn't think he will lose!

"It's our turn."

Zhou Tai also pinched a handful of sweat, but after seeing the poems written by Lin Zhibai, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and whispered:

"I'm coming?"

Lin Zhibai has no opinion.

Zhou Tai took a deep breath, picked up the poem that Lin Zhibai had just written, got up and recited: "There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens it alone, and he knows that it is not snow, so there is a dark fragrance to ......."

Everyone was stunned.

The first two lines of the poem are commonplace.

There's nothing clever about it.

However, when Zhou Tai read the third sentence, everyone's faces showed thought.

It wasn't until the fourth sentence that everyone began to comprehend the deep meaning, and their faces changed slightly, which is a poem that sounds ordinary at first glance, but you can feel the emotions brewing in it when you taste it.

Ji Quantai's song is gorgeous and flamboyant!

The White Emperor's song is simple and introverted!

Ji Quantai didn't mention snow and plum, but from far and near, he wrote the image of praise and plum in the snow!

And Lin Zhibai actually only mentioned plum blossoms, but in the middle he used a sentence "remote knowledge is not snow" from near and far to plum metaphor snow, the result is that plum is like snow and snow is like plum, so there is snow in the plum and there is plum in the snow!

Coincidentally:

Both of them end with the scent of plum blossoms, which is a very interesting coincidence, but it also makes the two poems have a horizontal comparison.

There are many ways to write poetry.

Regular imagery, rhetorical devices, the level of metaphor, the order of distance and proximity, and even the matching of colors, and even the expression of emotions, etc., are all within the scope of consideration of poetic art, and after taking these things into account, everyone gradually has the answer in their hearts.

"Obviously!"

Na Gewu announced in a loud voice: "Ji Quantai has won!" ”

Zhou Tai stared at the other party incredulously and said, "Are you sure you are not saying the opposite?" ”

Ge Wu sneered: "Teacher Zhou Tai doesn't need to defend the White Emperor like this, his poem is too plain, the content is monotonous and simple, what is the corner of the wall with a few branches Mei Linghan opened alone, I didn't see any rhetoric, it is nothing more than a vernacular, on the other hand, Mr. Xiao Ji's poems are gorgeous and beautiful, and it can be said that it is a high opinion!" ”

"Why don't you mention the last two sentences!"

Zhou Tai sneered: "Evaluating a poem is to look at the whole poem, not to analyze it individually, for example, the poem written by the White Emperor before is two pieces or three or four pieces, of course it is meaningless to just look at the previous content, but after adding the fourth sentence, the pattern is instantly different, and the White Emperor's work this time is the same, you can only feel the artistic expression in it by carefully reading the third and fourth sentences!" ”

"Why is Mr. Zhou Tai hard-mouthed?"

Ge Wu snorted and said: "It's the whole, and Teacher Xiao Ji has won, but our argument is fruitless, why don't you ask the four teachers to evaluate it?" ”

said.

Ge Wu looked at the Topaz Tower.

Huang Yulou's eyes flashed, he stood up and walked over with a solemn expression, first picked up Ji Quantai's poem and looked at it, nodded again and again, and then picked up Lin Zhibai's poem and looked at it, he also nodded again and again, and seemed to be very satisfied, until he groaned a little in his mouth, and then said with some embarrassment: "It's all rare masterpieces, but the poem of the White Emperor is too simple, and it is a little childish." ”

Lin Zhibai: "......"

This is Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom", a work that entered the textbook of the previous life, and elementary school students in the Celestial Empire would recite it, but today he actually got a "small family" evaluation, he already knew which way this Topaz Lou's ass was crooked just by listening to this.

"Of course."

Huang Yulou also seemed to know that his buttocks couldn't be crooked too much, so he hurriedly said: "Teacher Baidi's work, after all, there are still a lot of merits, and it has a slightly meaningful feeling, compared with Teacher Xiao Ji's work, it can barely be regarded as equal." ”

"You mean a draw?"

Zhou Tai sighed in his heart, but felt that such a result was not bad, Huang Yulou and Jiang He were close friends, and Ji Quantai was Jiang He's proud disciple, Huang Yulou was willing to give a draw, which seemed to be acceptable, and he didn't have the cheekiness to say that Ji Quantai won.

"It's a bit unreasonable to talk about a draw, and I'm not the one who is with the mud."

Huang Yulou put the poems of the two on the same table for comparison, looking very cautious, and after another two minutes, he said with a serious face: "If you are nitpicky, in the end, Teacher Xiao Ji is slightly better." ”

Zhou Tai was anxious, "Didn't you just say that they were evenly divided?" ”

Huang Yulou sighed: "The content is indeed barely equal, but if you look closely, Teacher Baidi's words still need to be practiced, and Teacher Xiao Ji's calligraphy is not half a star." ”

Zhou Tai was stunned.

Lin Zhibai was stupid.

You talked about it for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that Ji Quantai's handwriting is better-looking, so the score is higher?

What do you think about writing essays?

Can you get extra points for good handwriting!?

Fortunately, except for Zhou Tai, no one helped Lin Zhibai speak.

Mrs. Zhao spoke, "Mr. Huang doesn't understand what Mr. Huang said, what is Mr. Xiao Ji's words are better, they are compared to poetry, not calligraphy!" ”

"Teacher Zhao, I can't help it."

Huang Yulou smiled bitterly: "In my opinion, these two poems are indeed between the best, but calligraphy is indeed more than a star and a half apart, and people in our poetry circle also attach great importance to calligraphy!" ”

"The ancients are cloudy, the text carries the Tao, and the poem is the will!"

Mrs. Zhao's voice was sonorous, "Poetry can distinguish the superior, why use calligraphy to break hard, Xiao Ji's poems can be called a must, but only for the occasion, on the artistic conception, the works of the White Emperor teacher are anthropomorphic with plum, Ling Han is unique, and praises its noble character with dark incense, plain and introverted but profound, intriguing, it is an obvious victory!" ”

"Words are good poetry?"

As soon as Mrs. Zhao's voice fell, Jiang He, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke: "Anthropomorphizing people with flowers is a good idea, the White Emperor seems to have the meaning of using plum blossoms to metaphorize himself, but it can't change the fact that the content of his poems is too simple, but I am pleased with Mr. Xiaoji's poems, and I don't talk about words and aspirations." ”

All right.

It's a two-to-one situation again.

That Huang Yulou looked at Yun Lan again, "What does President Yun think?" ”

Yun Lan wanted to curse in her heart, and finally kicked the ball out, why did she come back to herself?

Of course, it's better for the White Emperor, back to basics!

Just like songs, some songs are amazing when you first listen to them, but they are boring when you listen to them too much.

And the poems of the White Emperor, just like classic old songs, are worth savoring repeatedly, this is called high-level.

But Yun Lan didn't say these words, she chose to avoid Old Lady Zhao's gaze, and said softly: "I think this game is flat." ”

Jiang He.

Topaz House.

are all big names in the industry.

A character bigger than herself, Yun Lan doesn't want to offend, and she doesn't know her conscience to say that Ji Quantai's is better, which is already her limit.

It is equivalent to Yun Lan's abstention of votes.

The result was still two to one.

When Ge Wu saw this posture, he shouted while the iron was hot: "What do you think? ”

"Of course it's Mr. Xiaoji's good!"

"That's right!"

"Teacher Xiao Ji's is better!"

"Mostly calligraphy!"

"Teacher Baidi's calligraphy is far worse than Wencai."

"Go back and practice more calligraphy, Teacher Baidi."

"Because calligraphy is not good, I lost the competition, thanks to it."

Countless literati present catered to them, holding calligraphy to talk about things, but a small number of literati were silent.

Looking at such a scene, Lin Zhibai suddenly understood why Zhao Gao could refer to the deer as a horse in the court back then.

Old Mrs. Zhao's breathing became a little short, and Lin Zhibai was afraid that she would be angry, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and said:

"You always sit ...... first"

Helping Mrs. Zhao to sit down, Lin Zhibai's eyes changed, he tilted his head to look at everyone, and his expression was slightly ridiculed.

My calligraphy is not good?

Can't you find another thorn?

It doesn't matter to me, after all, I didn't plan to be with these people, and I just didn't want to damage my image when I participated in the poetry meeting, but Wang Anshi's poems were so black by you, Mrs. Zhao was angry like this by you, and Zhou Tai spoke for me, and he encountered so many white eyes......

Lin Zhibai was angry.

That Ji Quantai's poetry Lin Zhibai also saw that there is nothing to say about the level of poetry, but the calligraphy is indeed excellent, and it is close to the level of a calligrapher, and it can be given about fifty points according to the system score.

His own calligraphy is only 32.

But if you really want to talk about calligraphy, I'll use calligraphy to shut up all of you!

"System!"

Lin Zhibai gritted his teeth, summoned the system in his heart, and made a decision without hesitation: "Add some to me!" ”

Than calligraphy, right?

What if my calligraphy is only 32 points?

Lin Zhibai has made huge gains because he won the music department of the Mythical Group and invested in Tianguang TV this year, and with the previous accumulation, he has now accumulated forty-eight skill points!

This moment.

Lin Zhibai directly added all his brains to calligraphy!

Swish!

On Lin Zhibai's personal data panel, the score of calligraphy began to soar, and it rushed to eighty points in just a few seconds!

What level is eighty?

In the music world, eighty points is the level of the singer king and queen!

In the calligraphy circle, eighty points is the level of "calligraphy master"!

Those who can participate in the poetry meeting,It's not them who ask for a publishing house.,So the deterrent power of the identity of the protagonist publishing house is not so strong.,And the previous text also hinted that there are people behind these people who support.,The losses here are compensated elsewhere.,But I always see someone mention it.,If you still think it's unreasonable, I can't do it.,After all, this is pretending to be forced to slap the face.,If you want to pursue reasonableness, many plots are really not cool.。

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