Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 629 Individual Exhibition Competition

After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation, and in the crowded crowd, a middle-aged man with a bald head immediately stood up with his hands raised high.

"I'll come first, my contribution is the prose poem "My Niuniu"!"

After finishing speaking, the bald man immediately read aloud in non-standard Mandarin, and even gestured.

"My girl is amazing!"

"I'm going home from get off work at noon!"

"Auntie told me that my girl is amazing!"

"What's the matter, I ask?"

"Auntie said: At noon, she took Niu Niu to her office to play."

"Niu Niu peed at the door of her office..."

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"I covered my face, thinking that I would be ashamed."

"But my mother said: My girl is amazing..."

……

Generally, Ling Yun would not take the initiative to laugh at people, unless he couldn't help it.

The bald-headed man recited with emotion, his weird gestures and absurd tone of voice made everyone on the scene burst into laughter.

As a result, he thought everyone was praising him, so he didn't forget to add another sentence after the recitation.

"I wrote this poem specially for my niu niu, and now it's published in the collection of excellent short prose poems in our province..."

Sun Sangui shook his head and sighed, but still waved at him.

"Well, I made a note, you sit first."

Soon, the second stood up.

"I contributed my original poem "Happiness Sutra", the purpose is to sing praises of a beautiful and harmonious new society, positive inspiration and positive energy."

"Let's start reading."

"Okay, topic - "Happiness Sutra"! Happiness at first birth, happiness at full moon, happiness at 1 days, happiness at 2 year old, happiness at 3 years old, happiness at [-] years old..."

Under Ling Yun's stunned gaze, this man talked about happiness from one year old to 34 years old. He even suspected that if he gave the other party time, the other party might talk about it until he died on the spot, so as to experience the happiness of death for himself.

Fortunately, the five judges couldn't take it anymore, so Luan Gang frowned and shook his head.

"You call it poetry? Who are you insulting?"

He spoke more straightforwardly, and the other party was a little embarrassed, scratching his head and explaining something.

"Leader, in fact, my book is divided into many volumes. I just read the age happiness volume. If you don't like it, I also have the body and mind happiness volume, the feeling happiness volume, the respiratory system happiness volume, the digestive system happiness volume, and the nervous system happiness volume. System Happiness Volume, Nationwide Railway Station Happiness Volume, World Airport Happiness Volume, etc.

By the way, my book has also been published, and the teachers of our Provincial Writers Association also held a "seminar and study meeting" in person. Everyone said that the subject matter is very novel, and it fills the gap in the national literary circle. "

"Are you the leader? And the official is quite big?"

"Yeah, teacher judge, did you see it? Hehehe..."

Luan Gang rolled his eyes and muttered silently.

"I didn't see it, I guessed it. Let me tell you, if it's not the leader, can this shit be published?"

……

the third……

"Leaders, what I write is poetry, and my name is—ah!"

"Ah! The sea is full of water!"

"Ah! a horse with four legs!"

"Ah! Miss, you open your mouth!"

"Ah! O night! You are all ghosts!"

"Ah! My poetry! Just say how beautiful it is!"

"How beautiful! What a bang!"

……

It was still Luan Gang, he just slapped the table.

"Remember to bring a sub-allegretto next time you come!"

……

The next dozen or so people were basically all poets. Ling Yun thought that these people were well-educated people, but later he found out that they were all people who were so f*cking.

But it's not soy sauce, but doggerel.

Among these people, those who can make a doggerel can be regarded as masters.

"Uncle Song, aren't you going?"

Lao Song shook his head in embarrassment, and took out the bag with the invitation letter in his arms. There was a piece of draft paper folded in half in the middle of the invitation letter. He held it carefully and gave Ling Yun a look, and then explained in a low voice.

"I can't speak Mandarin well, so I prepared the manuscript and wrote it on paper, and I can hand it over to the teacher."

After all, he got up and went to the stage to hand in the manuscript. From his walking pace, Ling Yun could clearly see that Lao Song was very excited, as if he had completed a very important thing.

For Lao Song, indeed, this was a very important matter.

Maybe even Ling Yun didn’t know that Lao Song actually came to Beijing a few days ago. In order to save money, he lived in nearby parks and bridge openings a few nights ago, and ate pancakes brought from home every day. He was thirsty. Just go to the public toilet to get some water. To be honest, his image is not directly different from that of a scavenger. No wonder people misunderstand him.

"Anyone else contribute?"

Luan Gang asked loudly, but looked at Ling Yun who was at the back, as if he was speaking specially for him.

Lao Song, who was next to him, handed in the manuscript, felt relieved, and poked Ling Yun's arm to encourage him.

"Go and recite one too, in case you get selected..."

"Hehe, let me try then?"

As far as Ling Yun was concerned, he hadn't actually planned to come at all, but when he arrived at the scene, you said one song to me, and it was like singing in karaoke. .

"Teacher, I have a prose titled "Speaking of Ailian"."

"it is good."

Luan Gang made a gesture of invitation with a smile, Ling Yun nodded, cleared his throat and began to chant.

"Flowers of plants and trees on land and water are so lovely. Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums alone. Since Li Tang, the world loves peonies very much. Yu Du loves lotus, which emerges from the mud without being stained, cleans the ripples without being demonic, connects the middle with the outside and is straight, No vines or branches, the fragrance is far and clear, and the pavilions are clean and planted, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.

I call it the chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; the peony, the rich and noble of flowers; the lotus, the gentleman of flowers.Alas!The love of chrysanthemums is seldom heard of by Empress Tao; the love of lotus, who is the same as the giver? The love of peonies is suitable for everyone. "

……

"Student, you are not prose either."

A judge teacher named Xu Aihua frowned and asked, this classmate, obviously he underestimated Ling Yun, which attracted Sun Sanguai and Luan Gang to look sideways.

Ling Yun explained with a smile.

"Teacher, although my "Ai Lian Shuo" is written in classical Chinese, it is indeed prose."

"But……"

Xu Aihua still wanted to speak, but Sun Sanguai laughed.

"Hehe, this ancient prose is very well written, okay, we have already included it."

Although Sun Sanguai and Xu Aihua are both judges, they are not on the same level at all. When he speaks, others have no qualifications to refute.

At this moment, Luan Gang also echoed.

"Well, this song "Ai Lian Shuo" expresses one's aspirations through things, uses lotus as a metaphor for people, and through lotus, praises the beauty of a gentleman. The best work I've ever seen."

The judges nodded and passed, and Sun San smiled strangely and spoke to everyone.

"Okay, everyone is very enthusiastic about submitting articles today, and we will conduct a second review after we go back."

"Ms. Sun, we didn't say in the rules that each person can only vote for one article?"

(End of this chapter)