A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 290 Tickets

The two girls are named Meilin and Youyou, they are said to be college roommates, and they travel together during the holidays.

When Yang Hai was introducing a certain allusion, Merrill asked curiously.

So Yang Hai not only raised his voice, answered them enthusiastically, but also warmly invited them to play together.

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

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

Merrill: "Hey, this little dish is pretty pretty."

Yang Hai: "This one should be Secretary Huang. Do you know what Secretary Huang is? This is..."

Youyou: "Huh? So this poem was written by Lin Zheng?"

Yang Hai: "Yes, it is said that he was there to see off his friends, who knows..."

Merrill Lynch: "Hey, so many things in Romance of the Three Kingdoms are fake?"

Yang Hai: "Of course, Romance? It's just a novel, not real history. For example..."

……

More than an hour later, they came to the occasion for the poetry selection.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by people.

The certification of admission tickets for the poetry festival started as early as the first day of the cultural festival.

The topic has also been announced.

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

And most of them are already famous poets and lyricists.

There are not many real faces.

At this time, most of the people standing here are watching the excitement, holding up their mobile phones and cameras, hoping to capture some amazing works and waiting for some talented authors.

Hearing that Yang Hai had the intention to try it out.

The two girls were a little surprised at once.

But after thinking about it, he made a surprised voice: "Brother Yang, are you actually a poet?"

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

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

"Brother Yang, did you come here specifically to participate in the poetry meeting? Just for fun?"

Yang Haizhi said proudly: "Yes, I think this is an opportunity. Young people who have read poetry and books can actively participate in it. In fact, if you want to, you can also try it. Don't be afraid of failure. This is also a comparison. Interesting experience, isn't it?"

The two girls shook their heads hastily.

Yang Hai didn't lower his voice at all, but it caught the attention of several people who were carrying cameras to shoot.

They are responsible for the organizers of the live broadcast of this cultural festival, and they will naturally look for all kinds of more interesting pictures.

Yang Hai was full of confidence, which made them feel quite interesting.

So he turned the camera around immediately.

Seeing the camera shooting, Yang Hai became more excited, and talked to the two girls: "Actually, writing poetry is not as difficult as you think. To describe what you think and think in appropriate words, then It can be a poem, but what is difficult is the artistic conception in the poem.”

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

Yang Haizhi said triumphantly: "Think about it! There are so many poets in this world, but how many of them can be truly remembered by us? Let me tell you, most of these poets are actually just piling up rhetoric. Many lines are really It’s meaningless.”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he had the courage to reprimand Fang Qiu:

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

"for example?"

"For example, Shi Shaofang, who has been sought after by many people recently, some people call him Xiaojingluo. I don't agree with it."

At this time, a young man wearing a black mask standing next to Yu Hai interjected and asked, "Why do you disapprove?"

Yang Hai said without hesitation: "His poems, I really didn't read what he wanted to express, they were all inexplicable. Although Jingluo was young, his poems were a bit more crafty, but his poems were less square than before. Come on, it's much better."

I can thank you.

Yu Haimo didn't say anything, but he wondered in his heart, did this guy say this because he had a camera?

I don't know if he is really so outspoken or is he trying to hype and take the opportunity to expand his fame?

After all, if there are topics and controversies, there will naturally be traffic.

"Even Jingluo's works despise craftsmanship."

The young man in the black mask laughed when he heard the words: "This brother is so loud, I don't know if there is any masterpiece that we can admire?"

Yang Hai smiled proudly: "Poetry writing is not a performance. How can you say that there is something? But," he paused, he stepped on the road specially made out by the crowd, and came to the poetry meeting in charge of reviewing tickets. In front of several judges: "If it's just an admission ticket, I can barely get it."

Yu Hai watched all this with great interest.

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

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

Before Yang Hai got closer, he saw the introductory topic erected next to the judges: choose one of peach blossom, landscape, and window, and the subject matter is not limited.

There is no limit to the subject matter, which means that all poems, songs and fu, as well as ancient poems and modern poems are fine.But it is impossible for ordinary people to write a long and eloquent treatise.

"Well, let me think about it." Standing there pondered.

It seems that I really want to write a poem on the spot.

The three judges from the literary and art association sitting at the scene did not urge them, and just watched with great interest.

"Yes." After a while, Yang Hai clasped the fan with his right hand and patted his left palm, and said slowly: "Peach blossoms come in spring and new branches are born. Everyone loves the charm. It's a pity that after the wind blows away, there are little spots of bright red and little moss. .”

After he finished reading and the surroundings were silent for a while, everyone began to discuss in low voices:
"I really wrote a song."

"Seems to be okay?"

"I can't hear it, and I don't think any sentence is refreshing."

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

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

"..."

So everyone looked at the three judges.

These three people are all from the Literary and Art Association. It is said that they are editors of several poetry magazines, and they still have certain authority.

Under the public, they will naturally not favor anyone.However, if there is any talented person who is not convinced by the judgment of the three, he can completely question it, and more people will naturally judge by then.

At this moment, the three judges frowned slightly after listening to Yang Hai's poem:
"It's a bit unsatisfactory."

"Literary talent is a bit inferior, artistic conception is average"

"reluctantly."

But even with such an evaluation, they still considered it and gave an admission ticket.

"what?"

"It's passed!"

"I feel that this poem is very ordinary!"

"At least the meaning is clearly expressed."

"Your requirements are really low."

"Written temporarily, it's good to have something like this."

"..."

Yang Hai held the admission ticket with a smile on his face, and looked at the young man wearing a black mask: "How?"

The young man shook his head: "The entry threshold for this poetry fair is too low."

Yang Hai was immediately dissatisfied: "In this case, why don't you try it?"

"Naturally." The young man pulled off his mask and walked over him towards the judges.

At this time, Yu Hai heard some commotion from the surrounding people:
"It's him?"

"Who is he? Looks familiar!"

"Shi Shaofang!"

"Damn it, it's him, did that guy just say that his poems don't make sense?"

"There's a good show to watch!"

"..."

Yu Hai was a little surprised.

Is it such a coincidence?
Yang Hai's expression changed even more.

It's really embarrassing for the Lord to hear bad things about people behind their backs.

However, he soon calmed down, and the result is still unknown.

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

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

"The peach forest on the river embankment reflects the morning sun, and the bees fly and the butterflies dance to call their companions. The red shadow can't go around the stream, and I don't know that the spring water loves the peach fragrance."

It seemed that he didn't think much, and he didn't know how long he had thought about it.

This topic has been on here since the beginning of the cultural festival, and there is no rule that it must be considered on the spot.

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

"Is it better than the one just now?"

"Actually, it's about the same."

"I like the last two sentences better."

"It is indeed better than the previous one, it should pass!"

"As expected of Shi Shaofang."

"..."

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

"It's not bad! I hope you will have a better performance at the poetry meeting."

"It didn't meet my expectations, but it passed."

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

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

Yang Hai suddenly turned around and said to Hai Sanren: "This ticket is really easy to get, do you want to try it?"

"Let's forget it." The two girls hurriedly refused.

"Such a grand event is the time for you to gain knowledge." Yang Hai advised: "Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter. It's good to treat it as a novel experience. If you don't know ancient poetry, you can try to write modern poetry!"

The two women just shook their heads without any thought of trying, while Yu Hai kept silent.

Seeing this, Yang Hai thought he was moved, so he earnestly taught:

"It's actually very simple. You like Jingluo's poems. But you have to know that Jingluo is actually very young and has not experienced many things. Many of his poems are also piled up with rhetoric and imagined scenes out of thin air. At first reading It’s amazing, but if you savor it carefully, it’s just like that.”

"how come?"

The two girls of Merrill Lynch obviously didn't believe it when they heard what he said.

Yang Hai smiled inscrutablely: "This needs to be read carefully, word by word to find out the clue. Speaking of it, the level of Jingluo is top among the younger generation, that is, only people with similar level can understand his flaw."

(End of this chapter)