One word and five sentences can turn and turn, and it contains deep affection in the plainness, which is indeed simple and wonderful. Between the front and back, the poet's boring mood and infinite sorrow are all in it."
Yanbeishan gave a high evaluation. Lin Fei was the same. He thought to himself that Li Wensheng was indeed not a vegetarian, and he had a few tricks.
However, I can cheat. For Wang Manru's tea business, you can only use it as my background board today.
"I have one, too." Lin Fei looked at the bright moon in the sky. "I have been away from home for many years. Every festival, I miss home even more." He chanted slowly:
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the hometown.
Everyone fell into silence. In just four short poems, each sentence penetrated deeply into the listener's heart, and a strong sense of homesickness surged into his heart, and he fell into infinite deep feelings.
Peng Yong sighed: "This poem has neither unique and novel imagination nor exquisite rhetoric; it only uses a narrative tone to write about the homesickness of a distant guest, but it is meaningful and intriguing. This is the real thing
What a poem!”
"The short four lines of poetry are written fresh and simple, and are as clear as words. Its content is simple, but at the same time it is rich. It is easy to understand, but it is inexhaustible. What the poet has not said
Its conception is much more than he has already said. Its conception is meticulous and profound, but it is blurted out and unmarked. This poem can be called a classic work!" Yanbei Mountain couldn't help but feel it was a singular work.
He exclaimed, and his eyes looked at Lin Fei full of appreciation. Every poem of this person is a masterpiece, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.
"I...I have another poem!" At this time, Li Wensheng was already guilty. Even Lin Fei's poem just now was moved by himself. The poems he prepared were rarely comparable to those he had prepared, so he could not lose to an unknown person like this.
People have to fight for themselves, and I believe that their next poem will be exposed.
Everyone applauded Li Wensheng. Lin Fei's poem just now had received high praise. Li Wensheng also wanted to fight poems. One is that his courage is commendable, and the other is that he still has mountains and valleys in his heart.
Lin Fei smiled, "Please!"
Li Wensheng coughed lightly, "The world of cloudless autumn is three or five, and we will look at the toad plate and Shanghai. Until the end of the sky, we have never taken a private photo of the other person."
Everyone applauded one after another, Bi Jiang nodded and said, "This poem is written very brightly. The first two sentences only describe the scenery during the Mid-Autumn Festival and people competing to appreciate the moon. It is plain, but the pen turns from the bright moonlight.
When the moonlight is selfless, it is obvious that one family refers to the imperial family. The moon is not partial to the imperial family, the first family in the world. Its light is the same for the imperial family and the poor, reflecting the poet's harmony in the world and the equality of all things.
The idea of fraternity is also a masterpiece.”
However, compared with Lin Fei's quiet night thoughts, there was a big gap. When Yanbei Yamamoto wanted to announce that Li Wensheng's poem failed, Lin Fei said: "Yes, Brother Wensheng's poem is better than me, I'm willing to give up the disadvantage.
, However, I wrote another song, please give me a review.”
It was amazing, and everyone's eyes looked at Lin Fei differently, either admiring or worshiping.
Everyone understands that Li Wensheng’s poem just now is not as good as him, and he can rely on this poem to last.
But Long Fei was willing to take the lead and chose to fight again, which shows that he was not only modest, but also had stronger confidence to defeat Li Wensheng.
This is the awesome person!
They stopped talking in Yanbeishan, and they really wanted to see what better masterpieces of Long Fei were like.
Lin Fei looked at the bright moon outside the window of the boat hall. The vicissitudes of magnetic sound, with a strong sadness, slowly moaned:
Looking at the moon and falling far away
The bright moon grows on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time.
The lover complains about the long night, and the lovesickness arose in the evening.
The candle is filled with pity and the light is filled with dew, and the clothes are covered with dew.
I can't bear the gift for you, and I'll dream of a happy day after sleeping.
Li Wensheng's face was ashes. He knew it was over from Lin Fei's first line of poetry that he had read. Not to mention himself, even the poems of contemporary great writers may rarely be comparable.
If Long Fei is asking for a poem by someone else, then the person who is asking for a purchase must be a poetic figure.
But how could a true poetic god sell this poem that is likely to be famous all over the world to Long Fei?
If this is true, then Lin Fei must not be an ordinary person.
But if it was done by Long Fei himself, it would be even more terrifying!
"I lost!" Li Wensheng clasped his fists and said, "Brother Long, I admire you."
Whether it is lost to Long Fei or the poetic god behind the scenes, Li Wensheng is convinced.
"Brother Wensheng is very talented, and I admire him very much. I will discuss it later if I have the chance."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Li Wensheng stepped down from the front desk with a depressed look on his face.
Yanbei Mountain chanted with great excitement: "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this moment. The first sentence looks dull, without a strange word, without a single bit of color, blurting out, but naturally has a kind of magnificent luster.
The second sentence is to turn from the scenery into the mood, and to "Huaiyuan", and all of them are collected together, but effortless, which is really wonderful!"
"One classic and wonderful sentences are repeated. Tonight's poems will inevitably become famous in the Chinese literary world because of Mr. Long Fei's poems." Bi Jiang said loudly.
Mr. Ren sighed: "How can you write such a moving chapter without lofty feelings? Brother Long Fei, how can you write such a magnificent poem without full of talent?!"
An editor from "Chinese Poetry" said: "It's really not in vain tonight. Mr. Long Fei's poems, especially this poem "Looking at the Moon and Embracing the Distance", can be included in Chinese Poetry."
Everyone was envious and jealous after hearing this, especially those who were pretentious poets, who hoped that their poems could be included in "Chinese Poetry". If they were included, they would be really famous.
For example, the reason why Li Wensheng is quite famous in the Chinese poetry world is because his poem was included in "Chinese Poetry". Many people know from it that this talented man from Jiangcheng.
The editor of "Chinese Poetry" said: "Mr. Long, when collecting poems, should you use a pseudonym or real name? Does Mr. Long have a pseudonym?"
When Lin Fei left Jiangcheng, he thought that if he used Lin Fei's identity in the future, he would continue to be fierce and make the blood of the soldiers in his previous life burn.
If you use Long Fei's identity, you will become extremely coquettish.
The name Long Fei has been banned from Dongfengyu, so let’s ban Muxue and Sixue, and take the idol route.
Since I used Long Fei as an identity today, I would like to make him more high-profile, "I have a pseudonym, Sixue."
Qin Mengyao next to her suddenly screamed softly, and everyone looked at her in confusion. Her pretty face turned red, "I just think that Mr. Long's pseudonym looks like a woman."
Lin Fei smiled and said, "The pen name is not the real name, so why distinguish between men and women? People who chat online still don't distinguish between men and women?"
Everyone started to laugh.
Qin Mengyao smiled and said, "Mr. Long is right."
She looked down at the audience, "Would anyone continue to fight with Mr. Long on the stage?"
Everyone shook their heads, and no one dared to come to the stage to fight again.
Lin Fei thought to himself where he had just gone. My poem about the moon by Li Taibai and Su Dongpo has not yet appeared brightly, and it ended like this?!
"Okay, please ask Mr. Yanbeishan to come on stage." Qin Mengyao said.
After Yanbei Mountain came to the stage, he patted Lin Fei's shoulder with praise and then faced everyone, "I announce that this poem competition with the theme of the moon will win the championship. Mr. Long Fei from Dongshan Province won the championship. This West Lake Moon-Eye Poetry Conference
In four topic poetry meetings, Long Fei won the championship three times. Therefore, the general leader of this poetry meeting is Long Fei!"
Everyone gave Lin Fei a warm applause.
"Of course I have to announce one more thing, and I will recommend all Mr. Long Fei's poems to the organizing committee of the Chinese Literature Conference."
Everyone showed envy.
"Thank you Mr. Yan for your recommendation."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."
Yanbeishan nodded at Lin Fei and walked down the front desk.
Qin Mengyao said: "Next, please invite the chairman of Yuechi Group to award Mr. Long Fei a bonus!"
...
Shang Wenjie and Liu Yan looked at Lin Fei who was so proud on the stage, as if they had eaten a hundred pounds of feces, which was extremely twisted and ugly.
"Cousin, I'm so angry!" Liu Yan said: "You should hurry up and let Brother Wang drive Wang Manru out of the tea market!"
Shang Wenjie shook his head and said, "No, now you haven't seen that Lin Fei be watched by many big names, and there is also the mayor of the villa area. This is Brother Wang's boss. If he doesn't do it well, his tea market will be too
Stop doing it!”
"Hmph!" Liu Yan pouted, "Can my cousin let my cousin lose money by being so mute? This is a lifelong shame. When I think of this, I feel like I have eaten hundreds of flies!"
"It's not possible to be open, we can play in the dark!"
"What my cousin means... underground forces?"
Shang Wenjie's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, "The underground forces will inevitably have clues, so they can't find them. If he wants to make him evaporate in the world without knowing it, he must..." He leaned closer to Liu Yan's ear, "…
…”
Listening, a sinister smile appeared on Liu Yan's face.
It was around nine o'clock, and the poetry meeting came to an end, and the next was the cocktail party.
Lin Fei didn't want to stay too long. After saying goodbye to Pei Qing, he pulled Wang Manru and Zhao Ming away. He remembered that there would be a quarter-final match of "Return to Dreams" tonight, and he wanted to find a hotel to watch the live broadcast of the program online.
Before leaving, Yanbeishan chased after him, "Brother Long, wait for a moment."
Lin Fei said in confusion: "What advice does Mr. Yan have?"
He looked at Lin Fei and smiled, "I haven't left my contact information about Brother Long Fei yet. If you don't leave your mobile phone number, it would be a pity if you were selected by the Chinese Literature Conference and could not contact you."
Lin Fei gave the new mobile phone number he had just made to Yanbeishan.
Yanbeishan laughed, "I am so lucky to meet such talented brothers as Long Fei today."
"It was Long Fei who was lucky enough to know Mr. Yan." Lin Fei said modestly.
"Brother, I dare not guarantee that even the recommendation of the Chinese Literature Conference is not enough to see them. However, I believe they should be able to recognize talents with wise eyes."