September 23rd.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin went to participate in the so-called Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting under the leadership of Yu's father.

The venue is the Remembrance Garden in Sioux City.

It has both ancient charm and fragrance at the same time.

And it did what it was like.

Find it all the way along the ancient town in Datong.

The entrance to the Garden of Remembrance is inconspicuous.

Even after years of washing.

The walls are already showing some signs of decay.

Dilapidated.

But after coming in.

But there is a hole inside.

It is not known if the building was renovated by hand at a later stage.

The whole is still as brilliant as ever.

Walk through the front hall.

Follow the gravel path.

The horizon is getting wider and wider.

Now.

It is centered on a small lotus pond.

Surrounded by rockeries, buildings and flowers.

The corridors are scattered.

The winding path is winding.

Almost all the buildings in the park are connected together.

On the wall of the window in the side porch.

It is embedded with the words "The breeze and the bright moon do not need to be bought, and the jade mountain is not pushed by people".

Facing the gate of the garden.

There is also a water pavilion connected to the curved corridor in half of the room.

It's called 'Water Champs'.

Look straight ahead.

Quiet and elegant.

At this time.

The poetry meeting has not officially begun.

But the crowds of people coming and going are logical.

It's very lively.

Literati from all over the world were very particular about dressing.

Retro green shirts are mostly dressed.

A collision of images of the old and new eras.

It suddenly added a bit of color to the whole upcoming literary activity.

"The layout of the houses in this garden is different from that of ordinary houses, and instead of the conventional north-south axis, it adopts an east-west structure."

"The Lingering Garden should be a relatively perfect historical product preserved in the known private garden."

"I've only heard of it before, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but the interior scenery of this Lingering Garden really lives up to its reputation! All kinds of pavilions and pavilions are like floating on the water. ”

"By the way, when does today's game start?"

"I don't know, it seems to be around ten o'clock, and the people shouldn't have arrived yet, right?"

"Tsk, today is a lot more lively than last year's, why are there so many people."

"Who says it's not, it is estimated that the writers' association has made a strong effort, or the local election is good this year, and everyone is willing to come out for a walk."

"That's right, I've been renting the auditorium for the past few years, and the environment is completely incomparable."

Now.

There are countless poets, writers, critics, artists, professors, and poetry lovers from all over the world.

Met someone you knew along the way.

They got together in twos and threes and chatted.

This way.

For fear of being recognized, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

Lin Hao deliberately put on a mask and sunglasses.

I wanted to keep a low profile.

But his look is more or less chic in such a party.

Time.

It's a little out of place.

Being stared at endlessly.

Of course.

That gaze is not worship.

It's like a fool.

Sympathize?

Probably somewhat.

But more than that should be jokes.

Yu Lanxin originally thought it was nothing.

But being the center of attention wherever she went, she couldn't help but laugh softly.

Lin Hao was very helpless.

I also made up my mind.

If you leave today.

He will have to serve this woman at night.

"Lao Yu, this way!"

I'm thinking about it.

Suddenly.

Someone greeted them.

It's a few old friends of Yu's father.

"Coming, coming, you guys arrived early." Dad Yu said with a smile as he stepped forward.

"It's better to be early than late, this event is only once a year, and it won't be muddy if you can't get in when the time comes." Tran Tak Channel.

"It's just, you're quite calm." Cen Renguo quipped.

Yu's father immediately explained confidently: "What's so unbearable, in fact, we arrived yesterday, and the hotel we booked is next to it, and it doesn't take long to walk around." ”

"Uncle Cen."

"Uncle Chen."

As soon as the words fell.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

Cen Renguo and Chen Detong were stunned.

At first glance, I didn't recognize who he was.

After a long silence.

Chen Detong said uncertainly: "You are. Xiao Hao? ”

"It's me, Uncle Chen." Lin Hao nodded.

"Why are they masks and sunglasses?"

Cen Renguo couldn't hide his curiosity: "I almost didn't recognize it." ”

He and Chen Detong don't pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry.

So I don't know why.

Instead, Yu's father stood up and helped him out: "The child has a little throat inflammation and cough in the past two days, wear a mask, don't infect you." ”

Cen Renguo and Chen Detong nodded.

But I felt that something was wrong.

It's understandable to wear a mask for colds.

What about sunglasses.

The sun isn't enough today.

But not waiting for them to think about it.

But not waiting for them to think about it.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

"It's coming, it's coming."

"It's finally getting started."

"Hey, that's Mr. Liang Wei, the vice chairman of the Writers' Association, who actually came here in person."

"Master Zhang Xinlin, a calligrapher, still looks so spiritual."

"The famous poet Yuan Dajun, hiss~ This strength is not bad, I still remember the poem he wrote last year."

"And the essayist Zhou Tingyun."

"Chinese painting master Wang Xuehai."

"These apprentices are also here."

Everyone straightened their necks and looked ahead.

Not far from the arch.

Like the stars and the moon.

Several masters slowly walked out under the crowd.

Spectacular!

"The bright moon is sprinkled with silver and jade in the sky, and it is another year reunion day, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is the brightest since ancient times, and the thoughts are sent to each other."

After standing still, Liang Wei, vice chairman of the Writers' Association who was holding the microphone, first read a poem, and then announced loudly: "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to Sioux City to participate in the 12th Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting this year, and thank you Sioux City Tourism Bureau for the venue sponsored by our poetry meeting. At the same time, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season! ”

Whoa!

The crowd standing on the corridor and the path applauded enthusiastically.

Voices came from all directions.

All at once, the atmosphere was set up.

It's not fun.

"Okay, the time is up, let's not wait, close the door, don't let people enter again."

Liang Wei first instructed the staff in the distance, and then continued to speak to everyone: "This time, the main competition of our poetry meeting will be held in the south of Mianyun Pavilion and the southeast corner of the pool. ”

The voice fell.

The people in the courtyard couldn't help but laugh.

Speaking of old rules.

They understood what it meant in an instant.

On the contrary, it was a question mark on Lin Hao's face.

"There are so many people, it's impossible to put them all in."

Seeing that he was puzzled, Yu's father immediately explained: "It is estimated that the level will be set up again as in previous years, but this time there are many people, and the difficulty will also increase." ”

Hear the words.

Lin Hao immediately understood.

Plainly.

Screening of contestants.

Only the elite can go in and compare.

"Dad, what about those people who can't answer? Just go back? He couldn't help but ask.

"Not really."

Yu's father smiled: "Wen Wu is the first, if you can't answer, you can continue to communicate in the courtyard, it's not in the way at all, and some people come here just to join in the fun." ”

Lin Hao nodded.

If you can't be a player, you should be a spectator.

No problem.

"From here to Huyusheng Liangxuan, you need to pass through three small courtyards in the middle, and at the door of the three-month cave, I and several masters have some questions, which are difficult and easy."

Liang Wei continued: "These include some riddles, couplets and limited poetry titles, etc., as long as you pass these three levels, you can enter the main competition. ”

"No problem!"

"Come on!"

"Teacher Liang, let's get started."

"I can't wait."

"I definitely got a good result this year.

The crowd immediately shouted loudly.

All in good spirits.

I'm not afraid at all.

Looking at such a grand occasion, Liang Wei also nodded and said: "That's okay, every month at the door of the cave I will let people place two question boxes, each level will be controlled by two judges, you answer it, just show them a look or read it, remember, the answer time is limited to one hour, and the question cannot be replaced and invalidated without authorization after drawing, once found, it will be dealt with seriously!" ”

That's serious.

However, there was no expression in what everyone heard.

Those who can come to the Literary Poetry Club.

More or less to have some face.

Most people don't joke with their reputation.

Rather not answer.

It cannot be said that such a humiliating method is played.

Not much.

The staff moved two large cardboard boxes.

So the crowd flocked to it.

Because there are isolation belts on the left and right sides of the moon cave door.

Everyone lined up in an orderly manner.

Besides, how long does it take to draw a note?

There's no need to rush.

It's fast.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin also each got a topic.

After opening.

On his side, he wrote a seven-character poem with the word 'snow' as the title.

The other party's is an anagram.

[The body is from the end, the body is hard, although it can't be spoken, there is a response. 】

Yu Lanxin immediately racked her brains to think about it.

But the next moment.

The man in his house blew hot air in his ears.

"Inkstone."

The two short words were read softly.

Yu Lanxin's eyes lit up immediately.

It's just that she didn't rush to submit the answer.

I wanted to help him write the poem together.

"Okay, don't think about it, I know in my heart, let's go see how Dad's is doing first."

When you see the title.

Lin Hao knew what kind of poems to compose in his heart.

So don't think about it at all.

directly pulled Yu Lanxin to Yu's father's side.

Coincidentally.

The topic of Yu's father is also required to write a poem.

The proposition is the surface of the lake.

Lin Hao was thinking about helping.

However, Yu's father slapped his thigh.

Obviously, it looks like a bamboo in the chest.

"You two have guessed it, then go and answer first, Dad will show you Uncle Cen and Uncle Chen, and it will pass."

looked at Cen Renguo and Chen Detong, two old friends who were still frowning.

Dad Yu obviously wants to go over and make a contribution.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin glanced at each other.

I had to nod and walk towards the judges.

(End of chapter)