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Chapter 129 Quatrains
Taking a deep breath, my mood gradually stabilized.

Li Ze adjusted his state, but the audience was completely silent. Everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to see how this Mid-Autumn Festival poem was performed.

Holding the microphone, Li Ze spoke slowly: "A song "Autumn Moon"."

A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the mirror is re-polished.

On a bright moon night, the shadows of osmanthus are rustling, and the flowers fall at this time.

I sang to the night, toasted the wine and asked Chang'e: What's wrong with being bullied by a white-haired man!
Ride away with the wind.

Thousands of miles in the sky.

Flying down to see the great mountains and rivers.

Humanity is the clear light...more!
……

When the poem came to the point of 'flowers fall at this moment', Li Ze's expression became gloomy.

In the arena, everyone's scalps exploded with a 'buzz', their eyes widened, and their breathing became short of breath.

And when the poem was finished, Li Ze smiled lightly.

But everyone in the venue also stood up unconsciously, just standing there in a daze, looking at Li Ze on the stage.

In the judging panel, except for Jiang Yuqing who was sitting blankly on the seat, the rest of the people including Xu Changhong also stood up.

There was a long silence, complete silence.

Liu Nishang's face was ever-changing, and he couldn't tell whether it was admiration or hideousness.

A group of people from the Writers Association were full of disbelief, but no one dared to breathe loudly.

The brilliance in Zhang Bingling's eyes flowed, and he fell in love with Li Ze even more.

Hai Ming and Xu Jing, who were not well educated in literature, were both silent at this time, and felt goose bumps on their backs.

Shi Qing closed his eyes and turned his face to the sky, still intoxicated by the artistic conception of the words.

Silence, absolute silence.

Li Ze smiled and nodded to the audience: "I finished reading, thank you."

Handing over the microphone to the silly host, Li Ze left the stage.

'Clap clap clap'

I don't know who started to clap the palms.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

With the leading applause, there was a surge of applause in an instant, and everyone stood up and applauded.Only Liu Nishang and Jiang Yuqing remained silent and did not move.

The applause resounded, and everyone exhaled in unison.

This word... can't be said to be good!

It should be said that he was astonished!
You know, not all of the people present here are from the Department of Literature, and not all of them are good at composing and appreciating poems. Most of them are here to join in the fun.However, this ancient word has infected students who obviously don't understand ancient words, which is enough to show the power of this word.

In the first sentence at the beginning, it is said that a round of autumn shadows turns into golden waves, and the mirror is re-sharpened.

These words describe the moon, and they are talking about the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And when everyone thought Li Ze's poem was actually a "Praise the Moon".But he suddenly changed his tone:
On a bright moon night, the shadows of osmanthus are rustling, and the flowers fall at this time.

I sang to the night, toasted the wine and asked Chang'e: What's wrong with being bullied by a white-haired man!
Suddenly, it became a feeling of inner loneliness and helplessness.

The first sentence praises the moon, and the next one uses the osmanthus tree to describe the desolation in the heart.Mingyue and Yegui formed a stark contrast at this time, which made people feel scalp numb.

And when everyone thought that Li Ze was actually trying to express his inner loneliness, being oppressed but powerless to fight back, he actually changed the subject:
Riding the wind and flying far away, thousands of miles in the sky, flying down the river to see the great mountains and rivers, humanity is clearer and brighter!
Suddenly, the artistic conception of this poem turned into a scene of broad-mindedness and grandeur.

It turns out that this is not a poem describing inner loneliness, but a poem expressing Li Ze's tenacious thought of "being helpless and dismissive of reality".

How majestic.Riding the wind and going far away, the sky is thousands of miles away.That is to say, he is too lazy to pay attention to it, so he might as well go away.

But Feiliu looked straight down to see the great mountains and rivers, and the human nature is more clear.

It means that there are too many beautiful things in the world. Looking at the great mountains and rivers of the motherland, I heard people say that the moon will shed more light on the world...

Jiang Yuqing sighed, he accepted it.The artistic conception of this poem is profound, the words are beautiful, and the rhythm is full. It can no longer be described with the word 'good'. He can only think of one word-absolutely!

The scene fell silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at the judges again. The students had already decided in their hearts that if anyone in the judges' table said a negative word, they would pounce on them and kill them alive.

The old professors at Yenching University looked at each other, no one dared to stand up to speak, no, to be precise, no one dared to stand up to comment on this poem.

Jiang Yuqing didn't dare either, he just lowered his head and thought about something.

Xu Changhong was very embarrassed, because everyone turned their attention to him, but he also had self-knowledge, and he didn't dare to comment. If he said it himself, it would be obviously exaggerating.

The scene was silent again. The students were impatient, but they started talking?Why are you all mute?

At this time, the teachers on the judges' table all whispered: "Old Xu, please say a few words."

"Yes, old Xu, you are very accomplished in literature, please tell me a few words."

"Speak on our behalf."

"Even if it is, you can't just give it without saying a word, at least you have to say something about why you gave it."

"..."

Xu Changhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I'm a bully because of feelings?
Having no other choice, he was forced to stand up.But as soon as he stood up, Xu Changhong felt the pressure of all the attention. It was the pressure that all eyes were on him, paying attention to his every move and every breath.

Xu Changhong somewhat admired Li Ze's calmness and calmness on the court. He hesitated for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice:
"I may not be able to comment on this poem, all I can think of is a word..."

He paused, then said in a low voice, "Quatrains!"

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The members of the Writers' Association were a little afraid to go on stage and continue to compete. The song "Autumn Moon" alone shocked the audience, and they always felt that going up would be embarrassing.

"Lao Li, it's your turn, hurry up."

"Oh, the poem I thought of before, now I feel that it is full of flaws, I will change it again, or you should go first."

"You first, you first, I haven't figured it out yet."

"How can this be good?"

"That's right, we came here in a hurry, all created on the spot. That Li Ze must have been preparing for a long time, and we may not be his opponent. Give me another day to prepare, and it will definitely be no problem to surpass him. The key is No time."

"Me too. I need another half a day to polish it up, which is enough to surpass the song Qiuyue. But I don't have enough time now."

"Why don't you go first."

"..."

They were polite, but the host obviously didn't give them this chance: "Next, we invite a member of the Huaxia Writers Association, Li Geng. We welcome Mr. Li Geng and Li."

The member of the Writers' Association had a bitter expression on his face, and he walked onto the stage with a microphone in his hand, but he didn't dare to read his poems anyway.

He thought his poems were very good, but after hearing Qiuyue, he suddenly lost confidence, and felt that his poems were rubbish.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "I'm sorry, because we came here in a hurry, so we don't have much time to prepare. Poetry also needs inspiration. I just wrote a poem. The time interval is too short, so the new poem I haven't thought about it yet. Well, I'll abstain and make room for the pen pal in the back, hahaha."

There was an uproar in the field!

(End of this chapter)