Reborn, I became a trendsetter in the music industry

The two people on the field are Park Min-young from the Hanzhou Poetry Association and Huang Yang from the Zhongzhou Poetry Association.

Park Min-young, although she has entered the age of forty, is still graceful and handsome.

There was a polite yet slightly distant smile on his lips, and his whole body exuded an extraordinary temperament.

Dressed in a spotless white ancient costume, she contrasts beautifully with the carefully arranged scenery on the stage, as if she has traveled through time and space, as if she came from ancient times.

If it weren't for the flashing of cameras and the presence of other people around him, the audience would have mistaken him for a handsome man from history.

The representative of Zhongzhou, Huang Yang, is a slightly plump man wearing glasses.

There is always a gentle smile on his lips, which makes him look naive and gives people a friendly and easy-going feeling.

But occasionally when the camera was pointed at him, an imperceptible dark light flashed across Huang Yang's eyes behind the lenses.

Li Shiyuan saw that Han Zhou's costume caused sighs from the audience, and couldn't help but whisper to Ji Xingyi beside him: "What a mistake, we should have prepared ancient costumes as well, but we didn't expect to be outdone by them in this regard."

Obviously their ancient costumes were better, but today Han Zhou stole the limelight.

Ji Xingyi smiled calmly and responded, "It's okay. Today's emphasis is on poetry and talent, not clothing and appearance."

Li Shiyuan wanted to say something else, but suddenly he noticed that several judges from Lizhou and Fuzhou were sitting casually and whispering to each other.

His heart moved slightly, and then he adjusted his demeanor and began to sit upright like a pine tree, looking as if he was sitting upright.

As the chief judge of this event, he also represents Zhongzhou and is the official face of the event. Naturally, he cannot do anything rude and rash like those judges.

He glanced at Ji Xingyi and saw that she was sitting elegantly with her body straight, emitting an indescribable heroic spirit and majesty.

This natural demeanor made Li Shiyuan look at him with admiration.

As expected of an official representative, his sitting posture and demeanor are impeccable.

Moreover, many people at the scene focused their eyes on her. Her presence undoubtedly added a bit of solemnity to this poetry festival.

Li Shiyuan's neighbor was Yin Eunche, the vice president of the Hanzhou Poetry Association.

After a brief exchange with the judges from Yingzhou, he turned around and greeted Li Shiyuan and Ji Xingyi warmly.

"President Ji, President Li, I am the vice president of the Hanzhou Poetry Association, Yin Euncheol."

"Hello!" Li Shiyuan smiled, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yin Enche.

Ji Xingyi nodded slightly in response.

"I feel very honored to serve as a judge for this exchange meeting with President Ji." Yoon Eun-cheol said with excitement in his eyes.

"With President Yuki here, I believe this competition will be more fair and exciting."

"Thank you Vice President Yin for your trust. I believe it too." Li Shiyuan responded with a faint smile, but his tone and expression revealed a sense of pride and honor.

The conversation between the two was seen by judges from other continents.

They looked at Ji Xingyi with a calm expression, their hearts full of doubts.

Why would this great figure who enjoys a high reputation in the music world serve as a judge in a poetry competition?

You know, this is not her area of ​​expertise!

Some people were not convinced. Although Ji Xingyi's works did contain some excellent poems, this did not prove that she was qualified to be a judge of the Poetry Association.

They wanted to step forward and question the unreasonableness of this arrangement, but they remembered the president's instructions before they came, asking them not to interfere with any arrangements made by Zhongzhou.

And they tried their best to make friends with Zhongzhou, so they had to swallow their dissatisfaction.

This exhortation made them very confused, and they did not understand why they should be so friendly to Zhongzhou.

You know, they used to be opposites!

They were the type who wanted to tear each other apart the first time they met, but now they had to pretend to be on good terms with them, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

"Now I declare that the first poetry competition has officially begun! Please turn your eyes to the turntable on the big screen, which displays all the poetry categories that we will be judging today."

"After each group draws the content on the turntable, that column of content will dim, and other people will no longer create with this content, and they will have the opportunity to spin the turntable again!"

The host's passionate and infectious voice resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Lyric poetry, narrative poetry, farewell poetry, historical poetry, pastoral poetry, allegorical poetry..."

"We also cover a variety of forms such as miscellaneous words, four-character, five-character, seven-character, and the popular modern poetry, lyrics, and new poetry."

"What's even more special is that we have also introduced the latest trendy flying flower order segment for everyone! I just don't know which pair of contestants will be able to get it."

"Next, let us all look forward to the wonderful performances of the contestants! Let us turn the wheel for them. Five, four, three, two, one!"

As the host finished speaking, the audience couldn't help but shout along with me.

"Stop! Let's take a look at the content of the first round..." The host's voice sounded again, with a hint of mystery and expectation, "Ah, it's five-character poems, and the theme is autumn, no restrictions on categories."

"Then let's hand over the evaluation time to the contestants present!"

As soon as the host finished talking about the creative theme, Park Min-young thought for a moment and then quickly picked up the pen and began to write fluently on the paper.

Huang Yang on the opposite side touched his chin and frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen with a serious expression.

Although this scene was silent, it made everyone present nervous, as if even their breathing had become cautious.

They were all looking forward to seeing what kind of five-character poems the two contestants would create with autumn as the theme.

Li Shiyuan looked at Huang Yang on the field with a little concern, and his heart began to pound due to nervousness and worry.

Soon, Park Min-young put down his pen, pressed the button next to it, and his work appeared on the judges' desks.

Ji Xingyi was really amazed when she saw Park Min-young's work.

【《Autumn Feelings》

In autumn, leaves are flying everywhere and cold wind blows into the house.

The forest is deep and there are few people; the paths are deserted and there are few birds singing.

Looking into the distance, I miss my hometown; climbing to a high place, I remember my old home.

Where can I send this feeling? I can only wait for the moon to return. 】

The author expresses his longing for his hometown by depicting the autumn scenes and expressing his emotions.

This is undoubtedly Ji Xingyi's first perfect work.

"Leaves are flying in the autumn" not only sets the tone for the theme, but also hints at the author's inner turmoil and anxiety.

From the second to the fourth sentence, the loneliness and desolation of autumn are gradually intensified.

From the fifth sentence to the last sentence, the artistic conception is layered, expressing his attachment to and sorrow for his hometown through the autumn scenery.

The last sentence, "Where can I send this feeling? I can only wait for the moonlight to return," expresses the author's helplessness and expectation.

He didn't know where to place his feelings, and could only look forward to the return of the moonlight, as if the moonlight could take away his longing and sorrow.

Here, moonlight is used as a sustenance and symbol to express his distant longing for his hometown and his beautiful expectations for the future.

Autumn also indirectly implies the passage of time. This creative technique made Ji Xingyi exclaim in her heart that it was wonderful.

She finally understood why Han Zhou could repeatedly be the number one.

With such extraordinary ability in poetry writing, it is no wonder that President Li is so worried.

Now even she couldn't help but feel worried.

Ji Xingyi looked at Huang Yang on the field and murmured, "Huang Yang... this is really hard for you."