Although the basic gameplay of this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry club is an old rule.

But it's not very family-friendly.

The first three levels.

One card per person.

Not at all universal.

If you want to go in all.

Then you have to answer them all.

Indispensable.

Don't look at the nature of the so-called literary exchange party.

Irregular competitions.

But it also divided a level for everyone.

Low-end players have circles of low-end players.

High-end players have a circle of high-end players.

Not the same.

It's not that we discriminate against anyone.

After all, I can't answer the previous questions.

It's also useless to go in the back.

Meet friends in writing.

You can't be without ink, right?

That's definitely not going to melt in.

Fortunately, there is also a part of the human touch left on the rules.

I want to go in and see the excitement.

It's not that there's no chance.

You can't change the subject.

But in the family.

It's okay to help each other think about it.

For example, Lin Hao and they belong to the first echelon of the family group.

A family of three plus two friends of Yu's father.

Pass all three levels.

Steady.

Soon.

The group slipped to the side of Huyusheng Liangxuan.

Green tile roofing.

A ring ridge resembling a cucumber.

It consists of three cottages in series.

After coming in.

The shade inside is cool and moist and comfortable.

It was written as described on the stele.

Beneath this ground.

There are three waterways that lead the water around the pond.

No matter how hot the summer months.

can always stay cool.

On the wall facing the entrance to the nave.

Now there is a couplet pasted on it.

"Planting bamboo and raising fish is a peaceful method, and reading and weaving cloth are auspicious."

It can be seen that the owner of the garden was comfortable sketching back then.

At this time.

There are a lot of people in the cool house.

Roughly looking.

Seventy or eighty must have been.

The time outside isn't over yet.

From time to time, people rush over.

Yu's father and the three met acquaintances again.

Went up and chatted.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin were standing by the window looking at the lake scenery and flirting.

"Have you gotten fat lately?"

"Huh? Didn't you? ”

"Then why is your weight in my heart getting heavier?"

"Come less."

"Do you remember what I belong to?"

"Dogs."

"No, I belong to you."

"Poof!"

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to tease you, how about we play idiom solitaire?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll come first, Minggong Juqing."

"Qingqing, me, me."

"I like you."

“.”

The earthy snag is one after another.

Lin Hao's mind was not on this literary confrontation at all.

On the contrary, it made Yu Lanxin's face red for a while.

The two of them had a quarrel like this for about twenty minutes.

The masters led by Liang Wei, vice chairman of the Writers Association, have just arrived.

It also means that there will be no more people coming in the future.

A real race.

In fact, only about 100 people can participate.

"This Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, although the idea is to exchange literature, but in order to make everyone serious, as in previous years, I and several masters once again took out the treasured family funds." Liang Wei picked up the microphone again and organized: "As for who will end up in the end, it depends on everyone's ability." ”

"Understood."

"Okay."

"Teacher Liang, let's do it, we're ready."

"That's it, Mr. Liang, come on."

"I've been waiting for a long time."

"Teacher Liang, don't be angry when you win your baby."

"I'm going to laugh this year."

"Haha, I have to take one back this year, and I will strive for a worthwhile trip."

The crowd was enthusiastic.

I look at them all with confidence.

"Haha, since you take it out, I'm definitely not afraid that you won."

Watching everyone coax, Liang Wei smiled, and then said to Zhao Qinglong: "A few masters, who will come first?" ”

"I'll go first."

Wang Xuehai got up, looked at everyone and said: "What I brought this time is "Smoke Wind Riverbank Map", let's use the word 'wind' to make a title, the genre is not limited." ”

"Okay, then with the theme of 'wind', please write a poem for a quarter of an hour."

Liang Weiwei announced loudly: "Whoever composes the poem that Master Wang likes the most, then this painting belongs to whom." ”

Moment.

The crowd was in an uproar.

It's not because of the title.

Instead, I was scared by the lottery.

"Hey, Master Wang, this is a bloody foundation, "Smoke Wind Riverbank Map", the pinnacle of the year, right?"

"Otherwise, there is also "Tuning Horses", which is Master Wang's best painting."

"Haha, you also have to leave some for Master Wang, you can't take out all the things at the bottom of the box, isn't it a mess."

"That's it, this "Smoke Wind Riverbank Map" is good."

"With the theme of 'wind', let me think about it."

"Gotta hold on, wind."

Quiet!

The room was extremely quiet!

It lasted for about five or six minutes.

Suddenly.

A figure stepped out.

Not someone else.

It was Zhang Qi.

"The students have already written it, the poem is called "Reflecting the Sky and the Boat", first throw bricks and jade, and give it to Master Wang." Zhang Qi bowed with his hands together and said modestly.

"Okay."

Wang Xuehai smiled and bowed his head.

Everyone also hurriedly pricked up their ears.

Like a great enemy.

However, just as Zhang Qi was about to open his mouth.

In the quiet atmosphere, a small movement suddenly invaded by a 'rattle'.

Well?

What's the situation?

The sudden sound is exceptionally clear.

made everyone present stunned.

They hurriedly turned their heads and hurriedly looked towards the place of origin.

I saw a buddy wearing a mask and sunglasses standing by the window and gently smashing the walnuts

it!

This young man!

See this scene.

The judges froze.

The literati also didn't turn a corner.

The party Zhang Qi frowned even more.

I can't help but be disgusted by this guy who interrupts his play.

Everyone is here to chant hymns.

This guy knocked on a walnut as if no one was around.

How?

Haven't eaten it in your last life?

It's a shame to run.

What the hell?

"Ahem."

There are well-wishers in the field ready to remind you.

However, Lin Hao didn't feel that it affected people.

There are no distractions.

I didn't care about this stubble at all.

It's all smashed.

He began to look down and slowly peel it off.

Looked at.

The crowd was speechless.

But it's not easy to say anything.

He withdrew his gaze again.

Then.

Zhang Qi cleared his throat.

Begin chanting aloud.

Flying flowers on both sides of the river shine on the ship red

Hundred miles of elm embankment half-day wind

Lie down and watch the sky full of clouds and do not move

I don't know that the clouds are with me

A poem.

It's a reverberation.

The applause did not hesitate.

Warm and loud.

"It's so wet, it's so wet!"

"The words are so beautiful, a scene of a sunset boating has been sketched in my mind."

"It's amazing, Zhang Qi is really extraordinary, I'm afraid I'm going to win this one."

"I have won the true biography of Master Yuan, and I wrote it too fast."

"Who says it's not, it's not easy to be with this guy than poetry, you can only find a way to use words to suppress him."

"Where are the words so easy to write, no drama."

In the midst of discussions.

There are also some people who are not willing to lag behind and stand up and read their own works.

This stage.

Even if he knows that what he writes is not as good as Zhang Qi.

It doesn't matter.

Jackpot is one thing.

But you also have to show yourself properly.

And who can win is not all about the quality of the work.

It is true that Master Wang Xuehai can like it.

What if it's written correctly?

Say something bad.

"Come, how about it taste, the skin is quite thin, and it looks okay."

This way.

Lin Hao didn't listen.

Give all the nuts picked up to Yu Lanxin.

"Why don't you go up and get involved?"

Yu Lanxin asked him curiously while taking it.

"It's not interesting."

Lin Hao said: "It's better to accompany you here." ”

Yu Lanxin smiled sweetly.

"Alright, it's time."

A quarter of an hour passed very quickly.

It didn't take long.

Liang Wei announced the end of the first game.

Wang Xuehai read a lot of poems one after another.

By contrast.

Personally, he still thinks that Zhang Qi is more satisfactory.

So there is no suspense.

gave the "Smoke Wind Riverbank Map" to the other party.

Immediately, there was another round of applause.

Zhang Qi excitedly thanked everyone.

"I'll do the second scene, and everyone knows that I'm a writer, and I don't know much about ancient poetry, so the subject matter is limited to modern poetry."

When the atmosphere returned to calm again, Zhao Qinglong then got up and said, "As for Caitou, a manuscript of Mr. Zhang Mengsheng before his death." ”

As soon as these words came out.

The crowd's eyes lit up again.

This Mr. Zhang Mengsheng is a famous prose writer in modern times.

He has written many well-known works.

Such as "Journey", "Desert", "Spring Breeze Drunk Night" and so on.

Many articles have even been included in primary and secondary school textbooks.

Very powerful.

His manuscript.

It's priceless.

You can sell hundreds of thousands of dollars casually.

This is no joke.

Due to the structure of modern poetry is relatively easy.

Plus, there is no question limit.

Time.

Everyone's thinking is quite active.

Whether it is Zhang Qi who goes to the city first.

Or other favorites.

There's nothing to take advantage of in this game.

The final winner.

is a middle-aged man named Yu Haitao.

This man wrote a poem "This Life and This Life".

Although the delicate rhetoric is a bit like a work that has been prepared for a long time.

But everyone is half-hearted.

No one can say anyone.

This life and this life

Two of my most heartless cries were

once

At the beginning of my life

once

At the end of your life

For the first time

I won't remember

It's to hear from you

second

You won't know

It was useless for me to say

But in the middle of the two cries

There was endless laughter

Over and over again

It reverberated for thirty years

You know it

I remember it all

Lin Hao, who was standing next to the play, also nodded when he heard this modern poem read out.

I have to admit it.

It's really well written.

The other side takes the championship.

It's well deserved.

The schedule doesn't stop.

It's still going on.

The third scene was Zhou Tingyun's question.

He saw the scenery outside.

The scope of creation was delineated with 'lotus'.

This.

Zhang Qi originally thought that he had a chance to win.

However, Zhou Peiwen was killed halfway.

A seven-character quatrain.

Take it directly.

It made him feel a lot of pressure.

The scene became more and more intense.

Everyone is very serious.

In the blink of an eye.

Half of the jackpot is gone.

Later games.

That's a real oversight.

(End of chapter)