Chapter 223: Peach Blossoms Still Laugh in the Spring Breeze
The god of poetry, such a big name.
But this Su Shi ......
The female professor thinks that she still has some knowledge and has studied ancient Chinese poetry, but this person has never heard of it.
"This ......"
"Can you tell us about this ......?"
The female professor asked with some curiosity.
It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the person next to him.
"Hmm...... We're still in the process of recording the show, and we don't have a lot of time, so let's do a seven-step poetry project. β
The president directly interrupted her words, and ended the exchange between the two of them bluntly.
The director frowned.
The audience and friends like the previous poem very much, and chatting about two sentences to figure out the ins and outs is also a respect for literary works.
Do you have to deal with any personal grievances on stage?
The conversation was interrupted, and the host hurried to the round.
"Seven steps into a poem rule, now we will draw an intention in the question bank, and then the contestant should take this intention as the theme, every seven steps to write a sentence, each step interval shall not be greater than fifteen seconds."
"Five words or seven words are acceptable, and after the creation is completed, the three judges will evaluate and score."
The large screen behind it began to turn, and the camera captured the judges' seats.
"Simple rules come with great difficulty." The host nodded solemnly.
"I am also a person who is familiar with ancient poems, but when I really see the intention, what I think about is not how to compose poems, but I think of the ancient poems I have read."
"That's right, this level requires the contestants to have formed their own understanding of the poem, and to write a poem in seven steps, which is also a test of the contestant's literary skills."
The female professor also nodded, and told the audience in front of the TV about the difficulty of this level.
The entries scrolling on the big screen behind him finally slowed down at this moment.
After a slow beat, it finally landed on a word.
"Regret."
The moderator didn't explain anything about the subject, just smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Please."
Regretful.
When you see these two words in your hearts, there are already poems in your hearts.
Wu Linlin and Chi Qing stood on the contestants' seats, and they also began to think in their minds, if they were on stage, how to write this poem.
This word is easy to write, but after the words and sentences come out of the bottom of my heart, they will inevitably fall into clichΓ©s.
[Regret...... It should be quite easy to write here in Lin Ze, right? He became famous with a song that would go on. γ
[Can writing a song be the same as writing a poem?] Are you a modern poet? Can anyone write? γ
[Poof, upstairs big truth.] γ
Lin Ze walked unhurriedly to the center of the stage, the lights of the stage dimmed, and then turned on again.
Behind Lin Ze, a timer appeared on the big screen.
Lin Ze pondered in place for ten seconds, and there was a dinging sound behind him, and then Lin Ze took a step forward.
The chairman looked at Lin Ze with disdain.
He's been doing the show here for a season and a half, and only one person has successfully passed this level so far.
When others encounter this level, they either have a limerick poem, or the sentence does not make sense, and some just take some ancient poems and change a few words.
Lin Ze, a young man in his twenties, he ......
Depend on! Miscellaneous! Whatever!
Seven steps down.
"Last year, I was in this door."
"Poof."
Good banal first sentence.
The president laughed.
Many of the audience in the audience also sighed and shook their heads.
Is it still too reluctant?
Chi Qing looked at the audience, then turned his head to look at Lin Ze, his two hands clenched his palms unconsciously, and there was already sweat secretion.
Wu Linlin thought for a while, and her expression did not change at all.
"The peach blossoms on the human face are red."
The second sentence suddenly unfolded, and a beautiful face that was enough to contrast with the peach blossoms appeared in the audience's mind.
"The face of man does not know where to go."
"Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."
The four lines of the poem fell, and everyone on the field was silently reciting these four lines in their mouths.
Lin Ze stood on the stage and made quiet eye contact with Su Zitan in the audience.
Cui Hu's poem, I don't know how many people have written that uneasy feeling in their hearts.
"The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."
Just as everyone pondered what it tasted like.
The president was the first to speak.
"Oh, your poem is tasteless, and the logic is ......"
"Good! What a poem! β
The female professor suddenly clapped and interrupted the president's words.
"A good sentence of peach blossoms on the face of the people is red, and a good sentence of peach blossoms is still smiling in the spring breeze!"
"What kind of woman can match the peach blossoms in the spring breeze without falling into the wind, your simple sentence gives the reader endless blind thoughts, okay."
"I'm ......" At this point, the female professor suddenly stopped, "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, I won't say much now, I think it's better to wait until I go back and read it word by word." β
"This poem! I'll give you a pass! β
The host also immediately followed with a vote.
Wow!
The auditorium exploded.
This poem......
[Have you asked Professor Dong to use the word "study"? Is it really that good? γ
[Good, that's good.] γ
[But the president of the Poetry Association hasn't spoken yet, listen to what the president has to say.] γ
"Lin Ze, you ......"
The chairman still maintained that disdainful look on his face, and when he was about to open his mouth to comment, the director's voice came urgently from the headset.
"Let him pass, let him pass!"
It's too late to say what the reason for letting him live is even at this time.
The president turned his head and sneered.
"Your poem seems to me to be nothing more than a limerick."
When the director heard that he still said such things, his brows immediately furrowed.
If I save you like this, you will die?
"Although in my heart you are far from passing, but in this show, your poem can be regarded as compliant."
The chairman said lightly, and he raised Erlang's legs, as if he was going to give this to Lin Ze through alms.
"In that case, I'll give you a ......"
Lin Ze didn't wait for him to finish, and directly turned his head and walked back to the player's seat.
"Poof...... Cough. The well-known host sitting in the judges' seat burst out laughing, but then he shut his mouth.
It's just very doubtful, can a host like him really be unable to control himself?
[Hahaha! Show Accident! The show accident appeared. γ
[Why is this young man Lin Ze so disrespectful! ] People are old-timers, and criticizing you is also for your own good, but you can't be complacent! γ
[Yes, he offends people so much now, and he will be in this circle in the future, so it will be difficult to mess around......]
"Brother Lin, amazing!" Wu Linlin secretly gave Lin Zebi a thumbs up.
On stage, everything in the audience was watched by the president.
The president gritted his teeth.
One by one, they all ignore me, right?
They all look down on me!