Liu Zhiqing's expression is quite relaxed and freehand, the last poem tonight, after reading it, write a few comments, and it will pass, and the entire Dao'an Poetry Club is about to end successfully.

Over there, Wu Xiangheng couldn't wait to announce the results to the outside world, but because there was still a piece of work that had not been reviewed, although he knew that it was impossible to produce any changes, but in terms of procedure, it must be completed, so he smiled and said: "Zhiqing, have you seen it?"

Liu Zhiqing turned a deaf ear, staring at the plain paper in his hand with a somewhat strange look.

Wu Xiangheng wondered, and asked again: "Zhiqing?"

Liu Zhiqing still didn't speak, and his lips began to move - when he reviewed the works, he usually read them silently first, and then picked out the problems to talk about, but now, when reading the poem in his hand, looking at it, his emotions involuntarily immersed in it, and the two mouths opened and closed, and read it out loud:

“...... Lupine scarf, with a light smile, the canopy is in ashes. The fugue of the homeland, you should laugh at me if you are amorous......"

When I finished reading the last sentence of "Life is like a dream, a statue is still in the moon", the big hand slapped on the bookcase: "Good words!

The inkstone on the bookcase was knocked over, and the ink splashed, but fortunately it did not cause any damage, but his hand, the ink was dripping, and it was pitch black.

This change made the other three people stunned, looking at Liu Zhiqing very unfamiliarly, and their brains suddenly turned a little bit.

It was still the old master Song who had more experience and the most determined heart, so he frowned, walked up, stretched out his hand to take the word, and said, "Zhiqing, let me see." ”

He doesn't believe it, what other lyrics can compare to Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao"-

This is also a poem "Nian Nujiao", but there is no indication of the name of the brand, the calligraphy is a little peculiar, the title of "nostalgia" two words, juan Xiu Qingli, obviously from the hands of women, the words below the text are iron painting silver hooks, the weather is clear:

"That's not right. ”

Song Wenbo felt quite strange, where was there such a thing, a poem, and the handwriting of the two of them. Hold back the question and keep looking.

However, after only reading the first three sentences: "The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages are ......" The old master's eyes were a little straight, and his mood was suddenly wrong.

At this time, Wu Xiangheng and Lin Yuanshan both faintly noticed that something strange had changed, and hurriedly gathered around, stretched their necks, and wanted to see what poems were written on the ordinary plain paper, which had such magic power that could make Liu Zhiqing and Song Wenbo both lose their temper.

One word, one sentence and one que, after reading the whole text, three sighs, sounded almost at the same time.

After they finished sighing, Liu Zhiqing, who was on the side, asked, "Old Song, what do you think?"

Song Wenbo is still immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics, unable to extricate himself. After a long time, he finally raised his head: "Majestic and agitated, vast and deep, allowing the past and the present to be in one stroke, as soon as this word comes out, there is no "Nian Nujiao" in the world." ”

Everyone is silent, let alone opinion. They really want to find some flaws, but they have no choice but to look at them repeatedly, and every time they look at them, they sigh once. This word borrows from the ancient times, and integrates the writing of scenes, history, and lyricism, which is simply a pearl of words, which is enough to be breathtaking.

If Guo Nanming's song "Nian Nujiao" is enough to dominate Jizhou, the one in front of him can be proud of the world and has the capital to recite it.

After a while, Liu Zhiqing remembered something and hurriedly said, "Let's see who the author is?"

So the eight eyes came together in a heap, staring at the final signature of the word—

"Pengcheng Jiang Teng Dart Bureau Poetry Society representative Ye Junsheng made a ......"

Who is Ye Junsheng?

The four of them looked at each other, all at a loss.

......

At this time, some houses in Dao'an Mansion were still lit up. The business of the stalls selling supper on the street is booming, and there are many customers selling noodles and wontons, and the voices of people are mixed. Some of these topics are talking about the Dao'an Poetry Meeting held on the Tongjiang River.

It can be seen that the influence of the poetry club has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The soft sound of "pop" turned out to be a slight explosion of lights.

Guo Nanming put down the scroll in his hand, frowned, his blood churned, and he couldn't help coughing a few times, feeling quite uncomfortable. He simply stood up and stood in front of the window, looking up at the deep night outside the window.

There was a knock on the door, and he turned around, but he saw that it was Aunt Liu who pushed the door in, and he was immediately a little disappointed.

Aunt Liu saw the ginseng tea on the desk, and only drank a small half, but the rest was cold. Then he said: "Young Master Ming, it's not too early, let's rest early." ”

Guo Nanming said "um": "Aunt Liu, you go to sleep first." ”

Aunt Liu packed up the cup and said, "Young Master Ming, do you still have to wait for the final result?" But she thought in her heart, although the young master said that there was no suspense, he still cared.

Guo Nanming said indifferently: "Well, since you participated, you naturally want to know the result." ”

Aunt Liu smiled: "I don't know how I got it over there, it hasn't been revealed so late." In previous years, the poetry meeting was settled, but the dust settled early in the morning. ”

Guo Nanming said: "Maybe there are more works this time. ”

Aunt Liu said: "It should be, but what if it's too much? I don't think they are qualified to fight with you, young master, it's just a waste of time." ”

Guo Nanming smiled proudly.

He came to participate in this poetry meeting in order to win the championship and win the first place.

......

The final result has not been announced for a long time, and the people waiting outside are a little impatient, after all, the cold weather is not very comfortable, and the discussion has risen one after another:

"What's going on? Why haven't you revealed the final top three list?"

"Isn't it, Guo Nanming's works have been reviewed, what else is there to see?"

"In my opinion, the third must be Zhang Zhiyuan, it is estimated that the first and second are difficult to decide, which delays time. ”

"The first is Guo Nanming, Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao", the allusions are combined exquisitely and naturally, the words and sentences are perfect, who else is it?"

"It's hard to say, Peng Qingshan's "Nian Nujiao" has a high artistic conception, blends the scenes, and is seamless, so it may not lose the ......"

In the controversy outside, a small servant passed a message in, Peng Qingshan was noncommittal, and he was really drumming in his heart: he had read Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao", and it was very well written, and it really lived up to the name of "the first genius in Jizhou". But Peng Qingshan is reluctant to give in, he feels that his "Nian Nujiao" is also unique. After all, the art of poetry is not an absolute measure, and everything depends on the taste of the poetry review.

Is it himself, or Guo Nanming?

A big question hung over my heart, and I felt very anxious.

"It's revealed!"

There was a sudden "explosion" outside, and then it was like boiling porridge, boiling all at once, making a lot of noise, and the noise was like a tide, and the noise made my ears hurt.

It's too messy to tell for a while.

Rao is Peng Qingshan is as calm as a mountain, and he can't hold back at this time, eager to know what the final result will be. So he rushed to the window, pricked up his ears to listen, and vaguely heard the sentence "Guo Nanming won the second", and his heart suddenly felt like melted honey, so sweet that it was about to overflow, and as for the other voices, he couldn't listen to them.

Guo Nanming only got second, so what suspense is there in the first place?

Naturally, it's him Peng Qingshan!;