The two girls, named Meilin and Youyou, are said to be college roommates who take advantage of the holidays to travel together.

When he heard Yang Hai introduce a certain allusion, Merrill Lynch asked curiously.

So Yang Hai not only raised his voice and answered them with great interest, but also warmly invited them to play together.

The two girls may think that the free tour guide is good, or they may be embarrassed to refuse his kindness, but they agreed anyway.

However, Yu Hai watched from behind the three of them, and felt that they were actually chatting quite happily.

Merrill Lynch: "Hey, this little plate is pretty good. ”

Yang Hai: "This, it should be a Secretary Huang, do you know what Secretary Huang is?" This is ......."

Youyou: "Huh? It turns out that this poem was written by Lin Zheng? ”

Yang Hai: "Yes, it is said that he went to send a friend at that time, who knows......"

Merrill Lynch: "Hey, it turns out that a lot of things in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms are fake?" ”

Yang Hai: "Of course, is it Romance?" That is, it's not really history, you say......"

……

More than an hour later, they came to the occasion of the poetry meeting.

It was surrounded by people on three floors and three on the outside.

The certification of admission tickets to the poetry festival began as early as the first day of the festival.

The title has also been announced.

However, there are not many people who actually try to compose poetry and finally get admission tickets, and it is said that there are only a few dozen of them so far.

And most of them are already famous poets, lyricists.

There are not many real faces.

Most of the people standing here at this time are watching the excitement, holding up mobile phones and video cameras, hoping to capture some amazing work and wait for some talented authors.

I heard that Yang Hai had the intention of trying it.

The two girls were a little surprised.

But when he thought about it, he made a surprised voice: "Brother Yang, are you actually a poet?" ”

Yang Hai smiled modestly: "Haha, I have published a few poems before, and I can barely be regarded as one."

The two women immediately exclaimed: "It's amazing! ”

"So, Brother Yang, did you come here specifically to participate in the poetry meeting? Playing just by the way? ”

Yang Haizhi said proudly: "Yes, I think this is an opportunity for young people who have read poetry and books to actively participate." Actually, if you want to, you can also try it, don't be afraid of failure, it's also a fun experience, isn't it? ”

The two women hurriedly shook their heads.

Yang Hai did not lower his voice at all, but attracted the attention of several people who were carrying cameras next to him.

The organizers of the live broadcast of this cultural festival will naturally look for all kinds of interesting pictures.

Yang Hai is full of confidence, which makes them feel that it is quite interesting.

So I immediately turned the camera around.

Seeing the camera shooting, Yang Hai became even more interested, and talked to the two girls: "In fact, writing poetry is not as difficult as you think. Describe what you think and think with appropriate words, then it can become a poem, and the difficult thing is the artistic conception in the poem. ”

Merrill Lynch, who saw the camera, followed his words and asked curiously, "What do you mean?" ”

Yang Haizhi said proudly: "You want to! There are so many poets in this world, but how many can really be remembered by us, familiar to us? If you want me to say, in fact, most of these poets are piling up rhetoric, and many of the poems really have no artistic conception at all. ”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he had the courage to scold Fang Xuan:

"Especially many young people, the poems they write are always flashy, either lacking in aura or literary brilliance, and they are always unsatisfactory."

"For example?"

"For example, Shi Shaofang, who has been sought after by many people recently, some people call him a little whale fall, I don't approve of it."

At this time, a young man with a black mask standing next to Yu Hai interjected and asked, "Why don't you approve?" ”

Yang Hai said without hesitation: "His poems, I really didn't read what he wanted to express, a bunch of inexplicable." Although Whale Fall is young and his poems are a little more ingenious, his poems are still much better than Shi Shaofang. ”

I thank you.

Yu Hai didn't squeak, but he muttered in his heart, did this guy say this because of the camera.

I don't know if he is really so open-mouthed or wants to hype up and take the opportunity to expand his fame?

After all, there are topics and controversies, and traffic naturally has it.

"Even the works of Whale Fall dislike craftsmanship."

The young man in the black mask smiled when he heard this: "This brother has such a big tone, I don't know if there are any masterpieces for us to admire?" ”

Yang Hai smiled proudly: "Writing poetry is not a performance, where can you say that there is one?" However," he paused, and he stepped over the road specially made out of the crowd and came to the judges in charge of reviewing the admission tickets for the poetry club: "If it's just an admission ticket, I can barely get it." ”

Yu Hai watched all this with interest.

In other words, this is the first time he has seen such a flamboyant person in his life.

Maybe it's because he has seen too little, but it feels quite interesting.

Before Yang Hai got closer, he saw the introductory topic erected next to the judges: peach blossoms, landscapes, and windows, and the subject matter is not limited.

The subject matter is not limited, which means that poetry and songs can be used, as well as ancient and modern poems. But it is impossible for ordinary people to write a long essay on it.

"Well, let me think about it." Stood there groaning.

It seems that he really wants to write a poem on the spot.

The three judges of the literary association sitting at the scene did not urge, and just watched with interest.

"There it is." After a while, Yang Hai pinched the fan in his right hand and slapped his left palm, and slowly recited: "Peach blossoms come to sprout new branches in spring, and no one loves their glow." It's a pity that after the wind sweeps away, there are a little red and moss. ”

After he finished reading, there was silence for a while, and everyone began to discuss in a whisper:

"I really wrote one."

"Doesn't seem so bad?"

"I can't hear it, I don't think it's refreshing."

"It's not bad, at least in a short time."

"Let's listen to the judges' judgment."

“……”

So everyone looked at the three judges.

These three people are all from the literary association, and it is said that they are the editors of several poetry magazines, and they still have a certain authority.

In public, they naturally won't favor anyone. However, if any of the talented people are not convinced by the judgment of the three people, they can be questioned, and there will naturally be more people to judge at that time.

At this time, after listening to Yang Hai's poem, the three judges wrinkled slightly:

"It's a bit unsatisfactory."

"The literary style is slightly inferior, and the artistic conception is also average"

"Reluctantly."

But despite this evaluation, they still considered it and gave them a ticket.

"Huh?"

"It's over!"

"I feel like this poem is very ordinary!"

"At least the meaning is clear."

"You're asking so low."

"It's temporary, it's good to have this."

“……”

Yang Hai smiled and took the admission ticket and looked at the young man with a black mask: "How?" ”

The young man shook his head: "The threshold for admission to this poetry club is too low. ”

Yang Haiden was dissatisfied: "In that case, how about you try it?" ”

"Nature." The young man pulled his mask down and walked past him in the direction of the judges.

At this time, Yu Hai heard some commotion from the people around him:

"Is that him?"

"Who is he? It's a little familiar! ”

"Shi Shaofang!"

"Damn, it's him, didn't that young man just say that his poetry doesn't make sense."

"There's a good show!"

“……”

Yu Hai was a little surprised.

Is it such a coincidence?

Yang Hai's face changed even more.

It's really embarrassing to say bad things about people behind your back and be heard by the main owner.

However, he soon calmed down, and it is not yet known what the outcome will be.

Besides, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Shi Shaofang stepped forward and made a gesture to the three judges, and then read out his work directly:

"The peach forest on the river embankment reflects the rising sun, and the bees fly and the butterflies dance to call their companions. The red shadow goes around the stream, and I don't know that the spring water is in love with the peach fragrance. ”

I don't seem to think much about it, and I don't know how long I've been thinking about it.

This topic has been placed here since the beginning of the festival, and there is no rule that you must think about it on the spot.

It's just that everyone thinks he wrote it on the spot.

"Isn't it better than the one just now?"

"Actually, it's pretty much the same."

"I like the last two sentences."

"It's really better than the one in front, it should be over!"

"It's worthy of Shi Shaofang."

“……”

Sure enough, the judges did not hesitate and handed over the admission ticket:

"It's okay! I hope you have a better performance at the poetry meeting. ”

"It didn't live up to my expectations, but it was passable."

Although I didn't get the expected admiration, I got the admission ticket, at least the purpose was achieved.

Shi Shaofang turned around and raised his eyebrows at Yang Hai, who was looking depressed: "How?" ”

Yang Hai suddenly turned to Hai Sanren: "This admission ticket is indeed easy to get, do you want to try it?" ”

"We'll forget it." The two girls hurriedly refused.

"This kind of event is the time for you to see each other for a long time." Yang Hai persuaded: "Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, it's good to take it as a novel experience, you don't know ancient poetry, you can try to write modern poetry!" ”

The two women only shook their heads, without any idea of trying, and Yu Hai remained silent.

When Yang Hai saw this, he thought that he was moved, so he earnestly taught:

"It's actually very simple, you like whale fall poems. But you have to know that Whale Fall is actually very young and has not experienced many things, and many of his poems are also imaginary scenes through rhetoric. At first glance, it was shocking, but when you taste it, that's it. ”

"How so?"

When the two girls heard him say this, they obviously didn't believe it.

Yang Hai smiled incomprehensibly: "This needs to be read carefully and pondered word by word to find the clue." To put it mildly, the level of whale fall is the top among the younger generation, that is, only people with similar levels can understand his flaws. ”

(End of chapter)