The plum blossoms were in full bloom in the Meiyuan Garden, and the literati were surrounded by this sea of ​​plum blossoms. For a moment, the fragrance hit their nostrils, and even the wind and snow could not be cared about.

Live broadcast.

Various camera angles show the grand scenery of Yimei Garden. This poetry competition was held in Yimei Garden. It already has the sponsorship of the scenic spot. After all, it is an opportunity that was won with great difficulty. Just like the Olympic Games in previous lives, Qinzhou is full of beautiful scenery.

There is a rush to apply to hold this poetry competition every time. After it is completed, the number of visitors to Yimei Garden will definitely be overwhelming!

But the snow gradually became heavier.

The air is getting colder and colder. Although the plum blossom sea is charming, everyone can't be more elegant and warm. Everyone wants to go into the hall to escape the wind and snow.

Alley is here too.

Because of the lucky draw, Alei was the last one to come in. He was "sneezing" as he walked. After all, he had been snowed outside for five minutes, and even his hair was a little white. At this time, he was wrapping his clothes tightly and wanted to enter the hall.

, but was stopped by a voice:

"Wait a minute!"

Alei almost thought he was hallucinating.

Isn't this the line I just used to stop Bai Di?

Who is teasing me? He turned around angrily and found that the person who called him was Yun Lan, the president of the Qinzhou Poetry Association.

"Everyone."

Yun Lan stood in front of the hall, covering one of the doors, and then said with a smile: "Teacher A Lei's joking with Teacher Bai Di at the door just now gave me inspiration. This hall is warm and spacious.

There is wine and snacks to enjoy inside, but this door is not that easy to enter. Before entering, each of you needs to recite a poem on the spot. It doesn't matter if it is a modern poem or an ancient poem, but the content needs to be related to the situation and the scene. After you have finished reading,

Only when you feel good can you enter, what do you think?"

This is the poetry meeting.

The poetry competition is indeed not a formal competition. Strictly speaking, it is actually a high-end literary salon. However, everyone needs to accept different random tests. It is a bit like making friends through literature, but the competitive element is not that strong. After all, "the best in civil and military affairs is the first in martial arts."

"Two", of course in the end some best players will be decided.

"good!"

No one had any opinion.

Because this test question is actually very simple. Today there is snow, plum blossoms, and all kinds of beautiful scenery. All you need to do is write a poem about snow or a poem about plum blossoms. This type of poem about scenery is the simplest. Many people don’t even need to be there.

When it comes to creation, I usually have accumulated works. I can use them directly today, and I can also act cool and pretend that this is my creation on the spot. Wouldn’t it be nice?

"So everyone agrees."

Seeing that everyone was in a happy mood, Yun Lan said with a smile: "Whoever wants to enter should recite a poem first. There are four doors in this lobby. Teachers Zhao, Jiang and Huang and I each guard one door. There are many people in the area behind me.

It’s green ant wine, and behind the other three teachers are realgar wine, Qiongfu wine, and Tusu wine. Whatever wine you want to drink today, just enter through whichever door you want.”

"How about I take a step ahead of you?"

Ji Quantai took a step forward and raised his hands to everyone, "I'm just greedy for the mellow smell of green ants."

Lin Zhibai's teeth ached for a while. This group of literati came to the poetry meeting, and they all spoke in an old-fashioned way. Even he seemed to be following the local customs. He didn't know if they talked like this in private, and whether they would occasionally say "

Damn it”?

"Teacher Xiaoji, please!"

Many literati bowed their hands modestly.

Ji Quantai is young, so everyone calls him Teacher Xiao Ji.

It's probably like Zhou Tai calling Lin Zhibai "Lin Xiaoyou".

Ji Quantai walked up to Yun Lan and said with a smile: "The east wind followed the west wind, the leaves of the trees are empty. The plum blossoms can't be blown away, but they still embrace the new red."

"Teacher Xiaoji is a great talent!"

As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall applauded, what a plum poem!

Even Lin Zhibai nodded secretly, this person is very knowledgeable!

Zhou Tai said softly: "Ji Quantai is worthy of being the number one poet among the young generation in Qinzhou. His poetry level is even inferior to that of many seniors."

The first poet of the young generation?

Lin Zhibai thought: It turns out that if he is the number one poet in the young generation of Qinzhou, then it would be strange if he does not have such a level of poetry.

"Did you just write this poem?"

Yun Lan looked at Ji Quantai in surprise.

Ji Quantai nodded with a smile and admitted, "I won't tell you, this is one of my best works. In today's poetry meeting, no one can stop me from showing off to the whole audience and becoming famous!"

"Please come in."

Yun Lan stepped aside, and Ji Quantai once again raised his hands to everyone, then turned around and entered the lobby, standing out with a handsome and handsome look.

And this scene was naturally broadcast live.

Those literary fans were almost in an instant climax.

"Awesome!"

"Ji Quantai is too strong!"

"This poem is really good!"

“The key is to create it on the spot!”

"Isn't this a hundred times better than Bai Di's poem about counting snow?"

"There is no comparison between Bai Di and Ji Quantai, the leading figures of the young generation."

"Bai Di, the best he can do is bully Teacher Alei."

See these comments.

Baidi fans were speechless.

"I've provoked you, why are you comparing yourself to Bai Di?"

"We didn't say Ji Quantai's poems were bad!"

"You guys, won't you be able to speak without Bai Di?"

"The first person in the young generation should be the first person!"

"Bai Di didn't say that he was the number one among the younger generation."

…

on site.

One after another, people came in and recited poems.

It's either Yongxue's or Yongmei's.

Ah Lei had been outside for a long time, and was now shivering from the cold. He quickly went over to recite a poem about plum blossoms, but everyone found it almost uninteresting.

"Repair it!"

"A bit rough!"

"Nothing new!"

"They're all wheel words!"

"Ninety-nine of a hundred poems about plum blossoms will be written like yours!"

Alley was helpless.

Continue to modify at the door.

Lin Zhibai was not in a hurry to enter, and quietly admired the plum blossoms and snow at the door. He did not forget to take a photo with his mobile phone and send it to the family group.

Xiaohei: (picture) (picture) (picture)

Sister: "So beautiful!"

Sister: "Wait a minute, aren't you at the poetry club? Why are you still making noise here?"

Mom: "Write poems well!"

Dad: "Your mother and I are watching the live broadcast!"

Brother: "That poem just now was amazing, one piece, two pieces, three pieces and four pieces!"

beside.

Zhou Tai said helplessly: "Why are you still in the mood to take pictures? Have you thought about what poem to recite for a while? If you are too mediocre, you will be booed! If these people don't like you, they will be picky! And don't forget,

You just used a poem about praising snow! Are you going to write a poem about praising plum blossoms this time?"

"I haven't thought about it," Lin Zhibai said.

"Then why don't you think about it quickly?" Zhou Tai was anxious for him.

"I mean, I haven't thought about which song to use." Lin Zhibai said with a smile.
To be continued...