The road to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry

Ah Zhen's words attracted the eyes of the people at the same table, and they all looked at Liu Hui.

"If you like it, I'll go and win it back."

Liu Hui said with a smile.

"If you talk big, you are not afraid of flashing your tongue."

Hearing Liu Hui's words, Du Bo made a sarcasm.

Liu Hui ignored him, stood up from the chair, and walked to the poetry writing platform not far away.

In the face of Du Bo's repeated provocations, Liu Hui actually couldn't hold back.

Picking up the pen on the table, Liu Hui wrote on the paper a poem that all elementary school students in his previous life would know.

Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts".

The poem had more than 2 words, and it took less than [-] minutes. Liu Hui signed the poem with his own name and handed it to the staff on the side.

"Xiaohui, finished writing so soon?"

"What kind of poetry do you write?"

Seeing Liu Hui coming back so quickly, Mr. He asked curiously.

"I wrote a five-character quatrain."

Liu Hui replied with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go and watch it when it's posted."

With "Compassion for Farmers" as an example, Mr. He is very interested in this five-character quatrain poem by Liu Hui.

"Okay, fellow poets, it's time."

"Those who haven't written a new poem, please go back to your seat."

The voice of the host of the poetry meeting was uploaded from the platform.

Many poets who have not yet written poems returned to their seats regretfully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fellow poets."

"The poems written tonight are hanging on the ornamental wall."

"Please take a step to watch."

"Remember to take your invitation letter and go to the exchange office to exchange for flowers."

"Each invitation can be exchanged for two flowers."

"Everyone can drop flowers for your favorite poems while watching."

"The poem with the most flowers tonight will be the top poem."

The host said loudly on the stage.

"Siqi, let's go to appreciate poetry."

Mr. He pulled He Siqi out of the seat.

The three guests from the north also left.

"Brother Liu Hui, don't you want to watch the poems?"

Seeing that Liu Hui didn't intend to stand up, Zhou Li asked.

"There's nothing to see, so Ah Zhen and I won't go."

"Let's eat a little fruit here and wait for the results."

Liu Hui still has great confidence in this poem "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" from his previous life, otherwise this poem would not have entered the elementary school syllabus.

"It's okay, you guys are eating fruit here, I'll go and take a look for you."

Zhou Li wanted to join in the fun and help Liu Hui see the results of flowers.

The autumn wind leaves no smoke and dust,
The treetops on both sides are a little green.

The bright moon in the sky shines on my heart,
Journey home on foot.

"This song "Returning Home" is well written by Du Bo."

He Lao said to He Siqi beside him.

"Worthy of being the first of the three guests in the north, this Du Bo is indeed very talented, apart from his small size and strong jealousy."

He Siqi said.

Although she doesn't like this Du Bo, his talent in poetry is indeed eye-catching.

He Lao looked at the flower basket of this poem, and there were already dozens of flowers in it.

He nodded secretly.

"Siqi, let's go and continue to look down."

"Keep our two flowers first, and if there is no better poem later, you can come back and vote."

He Lao said.

"Okay, grandpa."

He Siqi held flowers in her hand and followed behind He Lao.

"Everyone, don't squeeze, everyone, don't squeeze, let the person who cast the flower come out first."

Not far away, Zhou Li's voice caught Mr. He's attention.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a group of people gathered there, as if something had happened.

He Lao walked towards the crowd.

"It's really a good poem. After reading it, I miss my hometown a little bit."

"It's no wonder that this Liu Hui can write poems like "Sympathy for Farmers". His poetry ability is really extraordinary."

"I like this poem so much, I will throw all the flowers in my hand to it later."

"Me too……"

He Lao, who had just approached, heard the discussion of the two poet friends.

It was a poem written by Liu Hui. With so many people around, Mr. He immediately became very interested.

It's just that there were too many people around, Mr. He squeezed a little, but couldn't squeeze in.

"Let's make room, let's make room, Mr. He wants to read the poem."

Seeing that grandpa couldn't squeeze in, He Siqi shouted hastily.

"Everyone, let's go, let's go..."

"Make room for Mr. He..."

He Siqi's cry caught everyone's attention.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Mr. He, and offered to make room for him.

He Lao took a few steps forward and looked at the poems hanging on the wall.

"Quiet Night Thoughts" by Liu Hui.

The moonlight in front of the bed,
Suspected of frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,
Looking down at your hometown.

"Good poetry, really good poetry."

Mr. He finished reading the poem in a low voice, nodded and said.

"He Lao, is this poem really well written?"

Zhou Li asked excitedly.

Originally, she just wanted to inquire about Liu Hui's flower achievements.

I didn't expect that there would be so many people onlookers, and there were so many people that the flower throwers couldn't squeeze in.

She wanted to go back and say goodbye to Liu Hui, so she could only stay and maintain order temporarily.

Now seeing He Lao came, he wanted to confirm this poem again from He Lao's mouth.

"A rare piece of poetry."

"The images in the poems are vivid. Although they are simple and straightforward, they can remind people living outside of their hometowns."

"This poem can touch people's hearts."

After hearing He Lao's words, all the poetry friends onlookers agreed with him very much.

"It is indeed a rare and good poem..."

"Only reading it once reminds me of my hometown..."

"This poem must be the top poem tonight..."

"Let's make room, I'll throw the flowers first..."

"Let's vote together..."

"I voted too..."

"..."

Poetry friends who have not yet cast flowers have cast flowers in their hands into the flower baskets.

"This flower basket can hardly fit."

A poet friend complained.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the flower basket."

Seeing a basket full of flowers, Zhou Li squeezed out of the crowd.

The onlookers were not in a hurry. It was rare to meet a good poem, and everyone started discussing it again.

However, among the crowd, a figure quietly withdrew.

He is Du Bo, the head of the three guests in the north.

"Brother Liu Hui, tonight's poetic leader is none other than you."

"There are three big baskets full of flowers for you."

After returning, Zhou Li said excitedly.

"Brother Liu Hui, congratulations."

Zhou Qi expressed his joy to Liu Hui. He is not very interested in poetry, and has been sitting here with Liu Hui and A Zhen.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou."

Liu Hui nodded with a smile.

"Tonight's flower vote, I don't think you need to order it?"

The host looked at the three baskets full of flowers on the stage, and humorously asked the poetry friends in the audience.

"No need to order..."

""Quiet Night Thoughts"..."

"..."

Several poet friends couldn't help but replied loudly.

"Liu Hui, the winner of the Poetry Prize tonight, works "Thoughts in a Quiet Night"."

"I invite Liu Hui, Mr. Liu to accept the award on stage."

"We invite our sponsor, Mr. Fang, to present the award."

The host announced loudly on the stage.

Holding the ancient jade pendant in his hand, Mr. Fang looked at this talented young man in front of him, and an idea came to his mind.

"There is already a poem. It would be perfect if this young man can make another poem."