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Chapter 131
Liu Nishang's poems are amazing, because he does not have the word "good scene" in the whole poem, but he writes "good scene" vividly.It is said that on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chang'e was so attracted by the beautiful scenery that she was about to descend to the mundane world.

This artistic conception is also perfect. Liu Nishang's claim to be the poet of Yanjing is not aimless.

The judges didn't comment, they pretended they didn't hear anything, and chatted in whispers.

Liu Nishang didn't have time to wait for their comments, and felt that they were not qualified to comment on herself.Because I have already become a master in poetry, but what about the judges?Although they are all old men and old ladies, two of them belong to the same organization as me and are members of the same status. To put it bluntly, they are colleagues. Can colleagues comment on themselves?
As for the professors at Yenching University, Liu Nishang looked down on them even more. They were not as good as those two colleagues, because although they were professors in the Department of Literature, to put it bluntly, they taught, and they didn't specialize in poetry at all. of.

After Liu Nishang finished reading, he glanced at Li Ze proudly, and then walked aside. That Guo Jiajia didn't need the host to announce the scene, and he went on stage by himself.

"Haha, I've finished one song with colorful clothes, so let me compose the second song. If colorful clothes make for beautiful scenery, then I'll write about Lone Moon."

Seeing Guo Jiajia's calm and composed appearance on the stage, Li Ze nodded secretly in his heart. This woman must not be a simple person, but also a person who is used to big scenes.

"Lonely Moon: Osmanthus fragrans are fragrant in the sky at this time, and the bright moon is full tonight. I don't want to smell the fragrance, but I want to admire the moon and moon in the sky."

Li Ze and Liu Nishang nodded secretly. The poem is well written, but it is still a bit lacklustre.The expression of the word Guyue is not that profound, and even if you don't carefully read the words and sentences carefully, you don't know where Guyue is.

She also wanted to compare the sweet-scented osmanthus with the moon, and then write the feeling of the lonely moon, but her ability to express in words is limited.In the end, it was just a metaphor that sweet-scented osmanthus is on the ground, close to people, people are tired of smelling it, but it still keeps flowing.And the moon is in the sky, and everyone is watching the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the moon is stuck in the sky like a sticker, and it is far away.

I wanted to express the loneliness of the moon using this far and near approach, but in the end it turned out to be something nondescript.The artistic conception is also a bit off, as is the wording.It can only be regarded as mediocre.

Guo Jiajia stepped aside and blinked at Li Ze: "Little brother, can you do Qijue? Do you want my sister to give you a song?"

Li Zeqian smiled and said, "No need."

Immediately strode to the center of the stage, glanced at the audience, and the audience fell silent, glanced at the judges' seats, the judges fell silent, stopped chatting, and looked up at Li Ze steadily.

The aura is so powerful!

Li Ze picked up the microphone, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The last word was called "Autumn Moon", so this song should be called "Mid-Autumn Moon"."

Hook silent jade plate

From late summer to autumn to cold

Mid autumn night here and now

Where can we see tomorrow?
As soon as the poem was finished, Liu Nishang's complexion changed, and he thought to himself: How could he do Qijue?

Then Guo Jiajia even made a silent wry smile, come on, I’m sorry, just now I thought he couldn’t do Qijue, and said to help him make a song, let him accept his love, so that I can have the opportunity to meet him and have a good time Woolen cloth.But when he heard Li Zenian's poem, he felt his face was burning hot, and he was ashamed.

Guo Jiajia can be regarded as a jade girl, she likes young men, and she likes talented young men even more.That Liu Nishang did not escape her clutches, and woke up from her bed the next morning after joining the Writers Association.

Now Guo Jiajia has his eyes on Li Ze again, who would have thought that this Li Ze would be harder to get than that Liu Nishang, what a pity.

The judges looked at each other, speechless.Not much to say, I thought that Li Ze could only write prose poems, but he suddenly slapped everyone in the face with an ancient poem. I thought he could only write ancient poems and prose poems, but I didn't expect Qijue to do the same ox.

How did this man's head grow?He is actually an all-rounder who knows everything!
Zhang Bingling felt more and more deeply trapped in it, and she already felt that if she didn't get Li Ze, she really couldn't feel at ease for a day.

The teacher was not surprised at all, still looking up and closing his eyes, silently tasting the song "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The students seemed to have gotten used to Li Ze's unexpectedness, they were just discussing something in a low voice, and some even took a pen to record, analyze, and appreciate the poem on paper.

There was a commotion in the field for a while, and Guo Jiajia took the initiative to come out and said with a smile: "I abstain. Let the stage be left to the duel between two young talents, hahaha."

After handing over the microphone to the host, Guo Jiajia exited the stage gracefully.

The host really wanted to go up to host and talk about the scene, but at this moment, he unexpectedly found that he could no longer be on stage.The stage was completely controlled by those two people.I was suppressed, there was no space left!
Sighing helplessly, the host quietly left the stage, and the rest was really up to the two of them.

Today's competitions no longer need a host or judges.There is only one purpose for everyone's existence, to wear ears and glasses, listen quietly, watch quietly...

Li Ze looked at Liu Nishang with a smile, and Liu Nishang also faced Li Ze, looking at him with a stern expression.

"Hehe, Poetry Fairy?"

Li Ze said softly.

Liu Nishang also replied softly: "The number one scholar?"

The two each said a word, and then they looked at each other, their eyes were full of flames, the flames intertwined, and sparks burst out again. (Not the spark of love!)

Li Ze has never seen a person so unhappy, he is wishing to trample Liu Nishang to death now, and he doesn't know why he hates him so much, anyway, he hates him, anyway, he hates him when he wants to pursue his teacher.

Liu Nishang has never hated a person so much, even if Li Ze has some grievances with his father, Liu Nishang has never hated Li Ze so much.But now I hate it, as long as Shi Qing ignores him and is enthusiastic about Li Ze, Liu Nishang can't wait to kill Li Ze.

That ordinary girl is not ordinary at all.

"Let's start then? Who will go first?"

Li Ze said softly.

Liu Nishang was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "You go first."

Li Ze nodded, and suddenly said: "Hey, this is not fun, should we make it more difficult and exciting?"

"What kind of stimulation method?"

Li Ze looked into Liu Nishang's eyes and said with a sneer, "Let's fight poetry."

"How to fight poetry?"

"One person reads one poem, take turns reading one poem after another. Whoever gets stuck, who doesn't catch up, and whose poem is poor, loses."

When Liu Nichang heard this, her breathing stagnated, and she secretly screamed in her heart, should she rely on her creative speed?This...god, is this inspiration mass-produced?One song after another?This is not an idiom solitaire, this is a poem pick-up!And they were all improvised on the spot.

But how can we retreat at this time?Liu Nichang thought in her mind that Li Ze was deceiving him. He just bet that he would not dare to agree, and then he became more powerful.He didn't believe that even if Li Ze could make Qijue, could he still be productive?Can his attainments in Qijue surpass his own?
After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then let's take the poem. What's the time for one round?"

"After I read a poem, the interval between you cannot exceed 1 minute. If you don't pick up a new poem in 1 minute, you will be considered a loser!"

1 minutes?

Liu Nishang laughed heartily, so there was 1 minute to prepare, and I thought that after reading one song, I continued the next one without stopping, so there was 1 minute?Don't you know that I have my own poetry routine?Don't you know that I have written many unpublished Mid-Autumn Festival poems before? 1 minute to form words and spell sentences is enough.Li Ze, you are courting death!
"it is good!"

Li Ze looked at Liu Nishang's smug expression, and sneered in his heart, I will make you tremble, and I will let you understand what is called "high-quality goods mass production".

Li Ze glanced at Liu Pants, then picked up the microphone and said, "I discussed it with Brother Liu. The finals should be more exciting. Monotonous poetry is really boring."

After a pause, Li Ze glanced at the somewhat chaotic scene, and continued: "So we have developed a new way of playing, receiving poems! Two people take turns to compose poems, one person finishes reading, and the other can't create for more than 1 minute. , Within 1 minute, you must create a Mid-Autumn Festival poem that is almost the same as a surprise. There is only 1 minute of writing time, and those who exceed the time limit will be considered losers. That is the so-called, fighting poems!"

hiss--

There was a sudden sound of air-breathing in the arena, and everyone looked at Li Ze who was calm and calm on the stage in disbelief, and then at Liu Nishang who was smiling smugly, and felt that all three views had been destroyed.

what?
Can poetry do the same thing?Isn't this Nima mass-produced?Seven must-haves for mass production?Fuck me, this is a big joke.

Poetry is definitely not about looking at pictures and writing, nor is it about composing words and sentences. It is a combination of complex things such as rhythm, artistic conception, and word choice.Mass production?It’s scary just thinking about it!
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PS: Today is the big wedding day of the administrator of Dabaojianli, "Weird Shushu" (uncle), and the Jifu comrades in the group have sent blessings. All kinds of red envelopes and blessings are flying all over the sky. Just taking screenshots as a souvenir is 40 Multiple.

Xiaobao wished he could be there in person to bless the uncle, buy a gift and let the shit-eating courier deliver it to Moji on the way.I'm really sorry, well, I'm sure there will be a big red envelope after the manuscript fee is paid.

I also saw the unity of Dabaojian today, why I am tired of logging!We really are one big family now.

Here, Xiaobao also wrote a poem to bless the uncle, wishing a happy wedding, a happy marriage for a hundred years, growing old together, and respecting each other as guests:
Notes on Marriage on the Sansheng Stone

Husband and wife crossing the same boat for a hundred years

The spring breeze is full of beautiful people

Gold and stone do not break the fortune and longevity

(It’s a bit vulgar, but it’s a good omen, good luck, prosperity, and wealth (^_^)——)

(End of this chapter)