It must be to make a name for his poetry meeting, or to advertise his tea shop.
As everyone was talking, Lin Fei stood up with a smile, "You're not afraid of being too late!" He handed the manuscript of the poem in his hand to the waiter who passed the poem.
"Hmph!" Liu Yan next to Shang Wenjie sneered: "It should have been written with a bit of anger. Fortunately, the food is not too late, so I can't make it. It's better not to embarrass people who are just a subtitle!"
Lin Fei suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, Liu Yan! Your cousin is so big green on his head!"
When everyone heard this, they looked at Shang Wenjie's head in a vague way. Isn't it green?
Some people showed a sudden realization and their expressions became playful.
Liu Yan's face turned pale and was about to slap the table, but she was pressed down by Shang Wenjie, who also had a green face and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, otherwise you will be in his words."
Only then did Liu Yan suppress her anger and did not exert her anger. She just stared at Lin Fei with a resentful look on her face, including Wang Manru, who was giggling beside her.
Humph, I will explain to the boss that I will let you get out of the tea market tomorrow and make you laugh!
Qin Mengyao asked everyone present again, and only Lin Fei's poem was the only one.
"Okay, this is the last song of this proposition, I will read it for you." Her voice was gentle and light, and she read it with deep emotion:
The stone crabs by the stream are as small as money, and I like to see the wheels on the red jade plate.
If you have half a shell containing yellow, you should order wine, and two claws will cut the snow and encourage you to eat more.
The most precious sea of people has been famous for a long time, and the strange weather and wind is in the cold.
It is a joke that the ancients are greedy for this world, and a poem is exchanged for two top groups.
"It's wonderful!" Yanbei Mountain applauded, "The whole poem is filled with couplet sentences, and every sentence is interesting, but it is catchy. It makes the deliciousness of crabs and the poet's feelings come true. It is a masterpiece!
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"What a poem, I want to taste the deliciousness of crabs as soon as possible."
"Good wine and delicacies are a great thing in life!"
Everyone agreed.
Peng Yong stood up and said, "Okay, after our unanimous evaluation, the final winner of the poems with crab themes is Mr. Long Fei from the Xihe Tea Market in Dongshan Province."
Except for a few poets from all over the country who were not very convinced, everyone else gave Lin Fei a warm applause.
Wang Manru smiled like a flower, and his little white hands were slapped.
Monk Liu Yan and Wen Jie's face were already like black charcoal.
At this time, Yanbei Mountain walked to the front of the stage and said loudly: "I will give the last proposition, and we will still return to the main topic. The moon viewing meeting, how can we not talk about the moon? There have been many people who have praised the moon throughout the ages, and many of them have been famous throughout the ages.
Therefore, it is easy to become a poem, but it is difficult to become a good one." He smiled and said, "This is also the last proposition tonight, but this time we will not limit the number of poems, rhythm, format, rhyme, etc., to fight poetry
Form competition. The first round is a normal competition, and the winner will be selected. Then the winner will face the challenge of everyone's poetry fighting, and the winner will be the leader of the theme of this round. Of course, this leader is also the real leader because he faces it.
It is everyone's challenge, and it has a high value. Therefore, the final chief poet is likely to be this person."
"Fighting poems? So exciting!"
"It's very innovative, which reflects their level!"
"It's getting better and better, let's see who's the best!"
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Those who watched the fun were interested, and the participants also found it very exciting. Many people participated in a poem fight for the first time, and they all became interested and started to get ready to go.
Yanbeishan is right. There are too many poems about the moon since ancient times, but they are also the best ones. As long as you are a little poetic, who has never sang the moon as a song?!
Some of the first three propositions just now were not participated in, but I wanted to try this poem. I had to use a poem about the moon that was not exposed in normal times to show off. Therefore, many people came to the desk to write it one after another.
Get up.
"Brother Wensheng, are you sure about this song?" Shang Wenjie really didn't expect that Long Fei would win the lead twice. He was really uneasy.
"Of course." Li Wensheng said with a stinky face.
Shang Wenjie suddenly wanted to kick him to death. Of course, that's a big deal. Long Fei won two games in a row, and he was still a bad deal.
"That Long Fei..."
Li Wensheng Yu Guang glanced at Lin Fei, "That guy is indeed a bit poetic, but I'm very puzzled. I also know why many poets with a little reputation have never heard of this person's name?"
"I won't really tell others what I'm saying. This person bought other people's unpublished poems to make a name for themselves."
Li Wensheng nodded and said, "Politics such as us are attended by younger people. Those poetic masters who have been famous for a long time will not attend. One is because they are disdainful to compete with us younger generations, and the other is that they are all.
He has become famous, so there is no need to compete for any reputation. Therefore, it is still possible for Long Fei to buy some good poems for them."
"If this is true, Long Fei has done a lot of effort and must have bought a lot of poems, otherwise it would not have happened so by chance."
"Yes, but I'm not afraid of him. No matter how many poems he has, he bought. It would be nice to buy one of them by chance. In other words, even if he got the first moon poem, the second and third ones
As for, even the fourth one, he will definitely be unable to sustain it!”
Shang Wenjie's eyes lit up, "Brother Wensheng, you must let his true colors be revealed."
"Of course." Li Wensheng said stinkingly.
This time, Shang Wenjie and Liu Yan seemed to hear the fairy sound, and they felt that Li Wensheng became more and more cute.
The man and woman looked at Lin Fei with a gloomy face, but what puzzled the two was that Lin Fei did not write directly, but talked and laughed with Wang Manru and Zhao Ming and drank and ate crabs.
What's going on with this guy? I wanted to hand it over before the end, but I didn't dare to participate, for fear of being exposed?!
This must be the case. The more Shang Wenjie thinks about it, the more he feels it is possible.
Humph, I'll make you look good later!
The last poem with the moon as its theme was not recited by Qin Mengyao in front of the stage, but by the writer himself, he read it.
More than ten minutes later, everyone began to recite one by one before going on stage.
There are poems with various formats and rhythms, and there are many modern poems. In short, there are a variety of poems. There are also a few that are really well written.
Three of the poems were praised by the review group. Finally, after the review group considered again, a poem by Li Wensheng's ancient poem won the temporary leader.
But this was just the beginning. Sure enough, a poet from Sichuan and Chongqing who was unwilling to accept the stage and fought with Li Wensheng for poetry.
As a result, the poet in Sichuan and Chongqing Province actually beat Li Wensheng with a quatrain.
But he didn't stay for long, and Liu Jie from Sucheng came on stage and fought him down.
Just like this, we went back and forth, showing our talents, and enjoying our fight.
Li Wensheng did have some tricks, and soon came on stage to defeat a poet from Shen Hailai, but no one who came on stage had ever fought against him.
Qin Mengyao finally spoke, "Are there anyone else who came to the stage to fight poetry?"
The people below were either exhausted or felt invincible. They were hesitant and watched, but no one went on stage again.
"Why didn't Comrade Long Fei, who just won the leader twice in a row, even wrote a poem?" Shang Wenjie finally couldn't help but tease Lin Fei when he saw that Li Wensheng was already sure of winning.
Everyone, including the people from the review group, looked at Lin Fei with some confusion. It shouldn't be. According to his strength, he should be one of the most competitive candidates.
"Since it's a battle of poetry, of course I'm waiting for it. What's the point of writing poetry first? Just fight directly." Lin Fei smiled.
"You can't do it!" Shang Wenjie sneered, "or you can't just give up if you can't fight."
Li Wensheng stood proudly in front of the stage, "You are right. Since you want to fight, stand up and hide there as a turtle. I'm afraid I won't dare!"
"Hey! I thought I was a foreigner and it was not easy to win over the crowd. Since you said that, I could only stand up. But I declared in advance that although I am from Dongshan Province, I am also doing business in Jiangcheng, which is considered half a day.
Even if I have fought with Brother Wensheng, I still have half of the glory of Jiangcheng."
Li Wensheng sarcastically said, "I'm really bragging and not afraid of my tongue. You, an outside businessman, still want to represent Jiangcheng? You still want to fight me. Are you telling a joke?"
"Since I don't appreciate it, there's nothing I can do." Lin Fei stood up and walked to the stage, "Then I'll say it."
Li Wensheng looked at him with a slanted eye, "Please!"
Lin Fei thought:
Looking at Jiangnan Jiangnan Yue
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building at a clear night. When the clouds fall and bloom, the ice spits out the eyes, and the jade hook is deep in the waves. When will the round and waning stop?
The stars are far away, and the wind and dew enter the new autumn. The osmanthus does not know the falling hatred, and the simple Ear should believe in the sorrow of parting. The sky is full of lingering.
Yanbei Mountain couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "This poem mainly describes the scenery, vividly depicting the objects, and subtlely expresses feelings in the chanting objects, and uses the endless roundness of the night moon to express the gathering and dispersion of human affairs; Chang'e's
Knowing the sorrow of separation, writing about the joys and sorrows of the world. The concluding sentence is subtle and profound, and the artistic conception is distant."
"What a saying is that the sky is in a leisurely manner." Bi Jiang nodded and said, "The world and the sky are separated by the waning moon and people. The moon is full but the people are not full and are sad. It is long and sad, and the thoughts are far away. The word "common" is,
It expressed the sadness and received the effect of "striking two birds with one stone."
Yanbeishan smiled and said, "I think this song "Jiangnan Yue" is better than Li Wensheng's "Yong Yue"."
"Slowly, I have another song!" Li Wensheng looked at Lin Fei coldly, Humph, I have some inventory, but I can't cure you!
Yanbei Mountain's expression moved, "Oh? It's true that it's worthy of being a rising star in Jiangnan. It's true that there are urgent talents, let's listen carefully."
"I also have a song that looks at the south of the Yangtze River, called Song of the Strong Moon."
Li Wensheng then recited: "On the first month of the first month, the round mirror is on the blue sky. He leans against the painting railing and speaks without saying a word, and the shadow of the plum blossoms passes across the red bridge, and the north wind blows."
"What a wonderful thing!" Everyone nodded and cheered. The most important thing was that Li Wensheng was a talented man in Jiangcheng. This was Jiangcheng's home court, so there were naturally many people who cheered and cheered.
Yanbeishan Road: "On the surface, it seems to describe what the poet saw and heard, and it uses sketching techniques, only outlining the outlines with lines. The details of the distant scenery and the flying details of the ribbon are contrasted with each other, and the characters stand at pavilion
The beautiful figure appears on the paper, refreshing the muscles. This is where Wen Sheng’s superb artistic skills lies.