Wang Manru's face was not good because of the tea market and because of emotional fluctuations when she wrote the poem just now.
If the people who participate in the poetry meeting dare to contribute their works, they will naturally have a few tricks, after all, they will show them to the audience.
Wang Manru's poems are well written, and the level of the characters makes people shake their heads, which reduces a lot of points.
This made her feel a little embarrassed.
Especially I want to meet a few more people by showing my talent, so I have no better impression of her.
Mr. Bi Jiang, the initiator of the poetry meeting in the opening speech just now, is also a member of the evaluation group. He went to the stage to talk about the second theme of tonight's poetry meeting, Chrysanthemum.
He smiled and said, "Chrysanthemums bloom in late autumn and early winter, and between the Double Ninth Festival, its fragrance is fragrant and fragrant, and its color is bright and heroic, and it is proud of the snow to resist the cold. Therefore, it is called one of the four gentlemen. Today is when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
It is the full moon hanging high, so we need to write a poem to respect the flowers."
Lin Fei smiled slightly. There are really many chrysanthemum poems. In the past life, Tao Yuanming liked to write chrysanthemum poems very much. Especially the poem "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence," leisurely seeing the southern mountain is even more popular and has been passed down through the ages.
This poem seems to have been recited and read at Chu Nanfeng's home, so it is inconvenient to use this poem.
In fact, although there are many chrysanthemum poems, few are outstanding. Most of them praise their beauty, promising snow and other qualities, or many people use scenery to express their emotions.
There was only one song, Lin Fei smiled slightly, and under the puzzled eyes of Wang Manru and Zhao Ming, he came to the desk.
"Brother Lin, too..."
"Brother Long!" Wang Manru intercepted Zhao Ming's words.
Zhao Ming stretched out his tongue and asked, "Brother Long can write poems, too?"
"Brother Long can do everything." She came to Lin Fei curiously, and saw Lin Fei's stroke of his pen, and a poem that was already completed.
Wang Manru's eyes lit up, "Brother Long's handwriting is great, and your poem is so well written!"
"Sloppy."
In fact, in order to keep a low profile, Lin Fei deliberately wrote the words a little ugly, but it was enough to make Wang Manru admire him.
Although Wang Manru didn't write his handwriting just now, it was related to Liu Yan's sarcastic stimulation, because his handwriting was indeed average, so he dropped the chain at the critical moment.
It's actually a matter of level.
After Lin Fei wrote down Long Fei's name, he handed it over to the waiter in the boat hall who was responsible for passing on poetry and calligraphy.
Wang Manru's eyes were full of colorful eyes, looking at Lin Fei's figure admiringly, but she didn't expect that Brother Lin's poem was so good.
She was not familiar with Lin Fei. She only called to talk about business matters on weekdays. Now, when she was close contact, she found that Lin Fei was not only strong and fierce, but also a handsome man.
Is this called both civil and military, and both internal and external cultivation?
About twenty minutes later, Qin Mengyao began to recite the poems that had been written one by one. A poet from Sucheng was recognized by the review group. Of course, Li Wensheng was not inferior and still received good reviews.
He was very proud. If this continues, his overall review should be the first in total. He will definitely win the title of the poem meeting, thus gaining favor from Yanbeishan, and recommending to the Chinese Literature Association.
Thinking of the beautiful prospects, he almost laughed out loud.
"Brother Wensheng, it seems you are bound to get it!" Shang Wenjie praised.
"Exceeded awards and more awards."
Qin Mengyao on the stage continued to recite the poem, "The following poem was written by a man named Long Fei, called "Fu Ju".
"When autumn comes, October 8th, I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom. The fragrance formation soars into the sky and penetrates the river city, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."
"Good poem!" Mr. Ren in the review group couldn't help but cheer up.
Bi Jiang next to him exclaimed: "Although the poem only has four short sentences, it not only describes the spirit of chrysanthemums, but also describes the appearance of chrysanthemums, both form and spirit; it describes the fragrance of chrysanthemums soaring into the sky, and also describes the golden armor of chrysanthemums.
, with all colors and tastes, and the image is very distinct. The language is simple, the spirit is grand, and full of inspiring and inspiring power."
Yanbeishan nodded and said, "This chrysanthemum poem, regardless of artistic conception, image, and language, is refreshing. He broke through the traditional chrysanthemum writing technique and praised chrysanthemum from another perspective. It is really the best chrysanthemum poem.
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Yanbeishan couldn't help but ask, "Who is here Mr. Long Fei?"
Lin Fei stood up, "I am Long Fei."
Song Ying'er looked at Lin Fei in confusion. Why did she change her name? Is it a low-key or a stage name?
"Forgive me, what about looking at Mr. Long? I don't know where the literary master comes from?"
"I don't dare to be a literary master. I am from Dongshan Province. I am a speculative businessman from another place. I invested in a small tea shop in the Gongshu District. Today, I came to Jiangcheng and happened to be a grand event, so I came to study. It's really ugly."
Bi Jiang said: "A person who is proficient in tea ceremony must be a gentle person. I wonder which tea shop Mr. Long invested in?"
"Wang Linlongjing of Xihe Tea Market." Lin Fei pulled Wang Manru, who was still stunned, "This is my beautiful boss."
"Good luck to meet!" Yanbeishan smiled at Wang Manru, then looked at Lin Fei and said, "It turns out that art comes from the folk. This poem is written with magnificent and unique ideas. I think on this theme,
Poetry should be the top leader!"
Several other review team members, including Pei Qing, agreed. Especially Pei Qing, he really didn't expect that Lin Fei was so literary. Where did Team Leader Liu get the person he got from?
He mainly carried out missions with hidden identities in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so he didn't know Lin Fei. If he knew that he was the top scorer in liberal arts, he would probably not be so surprised.
Of course, he also understood that the Dragon Group has always hidden dragons and lies in tigers, and there are extraordinary people in all walks of life. One member even won the Best Actor at the Huaxia Shenhai Film Festival.
Wang Manru was very happy, "Brother Lin...Brother Long, you are so great!" She felt like she had won the championship. After all, Brother Lin invisibly advertised her tea.
Liu Yan's face became extremely ugly, "Cousin..." She pouted and pulled his arm in a coquettish way, "This Wang Manru is demonstrating to me."
"It's okay, tonight's poetry meeting is not over yet!" He said to Li Wensheng, who was a little depressed: "Brother Wensheng, it's up to you."
Li Wensheng glared at Lin Fei gloomyly, "It must be that the blind cat has encountered a dead mouse. Don't worry, no one can take away the chief poet tonight!"
At this time, the third person came to the stage. He was a business celebrity named Peng Mingyong, and of course he was also a poetic lover. He smiled and said, "Of course, fine wine and delicacies are indispensable during the Mid-Autumn Festival, especially the crabs are the most plump at this time. My theme is crabs.
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In the past, West Lake poetry clubs were mainly based on scenery, and there were few living things or dishes like crabs.
The key is that almost no one here prepared the poems in this regard, so they all frowned.
This is really a test of urgent talent.
But there are people with high levels.
The man who did a good job in the previous chrysanthemum poem from Sucheng quickly completed one.
"Liu Jie from Sucheng has completed his poem." Qin Mengyao then read aloud.
"Xing was defeated by business, and Huan came because of the wine. When the wine was over, the poetry was still there. The yellow flowers bloomed again, and the red face was not yet faded, and I just forgot about it. There are so many prisons, so there must be crabs."
"Good words!" As soon as Qin Mengyao finished reading, someone cheered.
The review group also nodded one after another, and Peng Yong praised: "Life is just like this. Don't lose yourself because of the obsession. You should drink and sing, which is the ambition of a good man! This is the meaning of this poem, and it is the first one.
What a good word.”
Liu Jie raised his lips and stood up proudly to welcome everyone's praise and applause.
"Li Wensheng from Jiangcheng has also written it."
Qin Mengyao received a poem from Li Wensheng, and Li Wensheng also looked arrogant and confident.
He looked at Liu Jie with dissatisfaction, and of course he did not forget to show a very sarcastic smile at Lin Fei.
It is true that literati are inferior to each other. Since the Warring States Period, hundreds of schools of thought have contended each other and are dissatisfied. Later, in many ancient dynasties, various ideas have even triggered political struggles.
What's more, people with a bit of literary talent are naturally arrogant, especially in China, a contemporary of China, which attaches great importance to cultural heritage. Many talented people are also very popular, so they are even more accustomed to their bad habits.
Lin Fei may not be very clear. If he knew that the fifth extracurricular weekly published by Beijiang Yuying Middle School had begun to be sold not only in the city, but in the province, and even after other provinces began to buy it, he would have been shocked.
This is of course related to people's pursuit of some good literary works.
Lin Fei's two books are famous in Beijiang and even in Anwen Province. Book fans who are sought after their works naturally want to admire Mu Xue and Si Xue's style.
This is the result of China's emphasis on culture. Otherwise, subjects such as martial arts novels would definitely not appear in junior high school textbooks. It was impossible for the Yanhuang Kingdom to be placed on the earth in the previous life, until Long Yu (Lin Fei) died,
Those in the literary world have not stopped arguing about the entry of martial arts novels into students' textbooks. In short, they have never succeeded.
It was too far away, but Li Wensheng's song "Ode to Crabs" has also won recognition from some people.
However, there is a poet from Yangcheng who is better than Liu Jie and Li Wen, and has won unanimous praise from everyone.
Others' poems are a little mediocre.
However, Yanbei Mountain did not find Long Yu's poem inside, and whispered to them: "It seems that the poem just now was a flash in the pan."
"It must be, otherwise why haven't I heard of Long Fei before?"
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Qin Mengyao saw that the time was coming and said, "Time is coming soon. Is there anyone else who has offered poems?"
But Wenjie suddenly laughed at this fashion, "Hey? I remember that there was a man named Long Fei who was very awesome just now? Why did he hide at this time?"
Everyone looked towards Lin Fei, and they all showed some disdain. It turned out that they were a slut. Maybe they had spent money to find a poem bought by a great poet.