The beauty on the stage said into the microphone: "Dear literary giants, my daughter's name is Peony. I will host this poetry conference. Next, I will come up with a topic and everyone will write poems around this topic. If anyone's
Poetry, if you can surpass the others in skill, you can get the title of Furong Talented Scholar! You know, the title of Furong Talented Scholar is the highest honor for a man of letters."
Peony's eyes looked around the audience: "It is late autumn now. This poetry competition will be titled 'Autumn'. Whoever writes the best poem will win the championship."
"I have a poem here!"
After he finished speaking, a middle-aged fat man slowly walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the ring.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were full of surprise, focusing on the fat man!
The poem was already written just after the title was revealed? Isn’t this too fast?!
Everyone was curious and wanted to hear what poems he could write.
Peony, who was on the stage, also looked shocked, smiled slightly and said, "Then please write a poem."
The fat man nodded, was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "I drank too much in the autumn night. I woke up this morning and felt like vomiting. Although I was depressed, I also felt countless emotions..."
After reading it, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Peony Beauty, this poem of mine is very artistic, is it expected to become the first?"
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As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Xi couldn't help spitting out the candied haws, and smiled and said: "Haha, sir, this man's poems are so interesting... Is this a limerick, haha."
At the same time, there was laughter all around.
"Oh, I am so happy. What kind of bad poem is this? Haha."
"This guy is still drunk. He still wants to take first place?"
Peony on the stage also pursed her lips and smiled, and said to the fat man: "Master, please go and wake up at the bar first."
After the words fell, only two strong men were seen, rushing to the ring, kicking the fat man and knocking him down.
Is this poetry conference a child's play? This fat man is just here to cause trouble. The two sentences he just read are not even limericks.
This time, no one dared to come on stage rashly.
After a few minutes, finally, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and mandarin jacket slowly walked onto the stage.
This middle-aged man wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks like he has some literary talent.
"Isn't this Wu Zhi?"
"Wu Zhi, the great writer in Furong City! He is really talented!"
"Wu Zhi!"
Some girls were so excited that they covered their mouths and exclaimed. This Wu Zhi is a well-known talent in the neighborhood. He is absolutely first-class in writing poems and compositions.
Peony on the stage looked Wu Zhi up and down and said softly: "Sir, please write a poem."
"Yeah." Wu Zhi nodded, picked up the microphone, took two steps on the ring, and spoke slowly:
"The sound of wind and snow in autumn is three-quarters deep into the bones, and seven-cents is filled with moonlight."
"It's not easy to say that I'm sad. It's hard to sleep every night. I just think that the night is still young."
"Wow!"
When the voice fell, the whole audience exclaimed!
Good poetry, really good poetry! He was able to compose such a good poem in less than a quarter of an hour. This Wu Zhi has really profound literary skills!
Accompanied by a burst of applause, Wu Zhi smiled, picked up the microphone and asked: "I want this year's championship. I accept the title of Furong Talent. Which brother can't accept it and can beat my poem?"
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For a time, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience looked at each other in shock. No one dared to come on stage.
To be honest, Wu Zhi's poem is really impeccable! No one wants to get on stage and humiliate themselves.
"Sir!" At this moment, Xiao Xi pulled Yue Feng's arm: "Sir, go up and try."
The young master's poems before were even better than those of the elders of Wenzong! Today at the poetry conference, Xiao Xi really hopes that the young master can show off his talents again.
Yue Feng didn't want to go up, but looking at Xiao Xi's expectant eyes, he nodded: "Okay!"
After the words fell, Yue Feng squeezed into the crowd and walked onto the ring.
"Brother, what are you doing on stage? This is a poetry conference, don't make trouble." At this moment, Peony on the stage looked at Yue Feng and said, his face full of displeasure.
This guy looks unattractive and wears strange clothes. He should be a part-time actor in the movie theater. He came on stage to cause trouble, right?
Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'm not causing trouble, I want to write poetry. My name is not brother, my name is Yue Feng."
