The beauty on the stage said to the microphone: "Dear writers, the little girl is named Mudan. I will host this poetry conference. Next, I will give you a topic, and everyone will write poems around this topic. If any poem can surpass all the heroes, you can win the title of Furong Talent! You must know that the title of Furong Talent is the highest honor for literati and poets."
Peony's eyes looked around the audience: "It's late autumn now. In this poetry conference, everyone will use "Autumn" as the title. Whoever writes the best poem will win the championship."
"I have a poem!"
After the words came, a middle-aged fat man slowly walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the ring.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and gathered on this fat man!
I just said the title and wrote a poem? This is too fast, right?!
Everyone was curious and wanted to hear what poems he could write.
The peony on the stage was also shocked and smiled and said, "Then please write a poem."
The fat man nodded. He was silent for a while, and said shaking his head: "I drank too much in autumn night. I woke up this morning and wanted to vomit. Although I was feeling bored, I was also filled with emotion..."
After reading it, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Beautiful Peony, my poem is very artistic. Is it expected to become the first?"
puff..
As soon as the words were finished, Xiao Xi couldn't help but spit out the candied haws and smiled and said, "Haha, young master, this person's poem is so interesting... Is this a limerick, haha."
At the same time, there was a lot of laughter around.
"Oh, I'm happy, what a devilish poem, haha."
"This kid is not awake yet. Still want to get the first place?"
Peony on the stage also smiled and said to the fat man: "Young master, please go to the sober bar first."
After the words came, only two strong men rushed to the ring and kicked the fat man with one kick, kicking him down.
Is this poetry conference a joke? This fat man is purely here to find trouble. The two lines he just read were not even likable.
At this moment, no one dared to come on stage rashly.
After a few minutes, a middle-aged man wearing a long robe and a jacket slowly walked onto the stage.
This middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked a bit literary.
"Isn't this Wu Zhi?"
"Wu Zhi, a great writer in Furong City! He is really talented!"
"Wu Zhi!"
Some girls were extremely excited and exclaimed with their mouths. Wu Zhi was a famous talent nearby. He wrote poems and was absolutely first-class.
Peony on the ring looked up and down at Wu Zhi and said softly: "Sir, please write a poem."
"Yes." Wu Zhi nodded, picked up the microphone, took two steps on the ring, and spoke slowly:
"The sound of wind and snow comes in autumn, three points are in the bones, and seven points are in the moonlight."
"It's not easy to talk about sorrow, I can't sleep every night, I just say that night is not long."
"Wow!"
The voice fell and the audience exclaimed!
A good poem is really a good poem! In less than a quarter of an hour, Wu Zhi has really deep literary skills!
Accompanied by a burst of applause, Wu Zhi smiled, picked up the microphone and asked, "I want this year's champion. I have accepted the title of Furong's talent. Who is not convinced, can you surpass this poem?"
For a moment, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience looked at each other. No one dared to come on stage.
To be honest, Wu Zhi's poem is really impeccable! No one wants to go on stage to bring shame to himself.
"Young Master!" At this moment, Xiao Xi pulled Yue Feng's arm: "Young Master, go up and try it."
Before, the young master wrote poems and compared the elders of Wenzong! Today's poetry conference, Xiao Xi really hopes that the young master will display his talents.
Yue Feng didn't want to go up, but looked at Xiao Xi's expectant eyes and nodded: "Okay!"
After the words came, Yue Feng squeezed into the crowd and walked onto the ring.
"This brother, why are you doing on stage? This is a poetry conference, don't make trouble." At this moment, the peony on the stage looked at Yue Feng and said with an unhappy face.
This kid looks pretty and wears strange clothes. He should be an actor who plays a supporting role in the movie city. He came on stage, wouldn’t he be a mess?
Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I didn't make trouble, I want to write a poem. I don't call me younger brother, my name is Yue Feng."
What?
This kid wants to write poetry?
Hahaha...
Is this kid too tired to play supporting roles during the day and has a problem with his brain?
Listening to everyone mocking Yue Feng, Xiao Xi couldn't help but stomp her feet and turned around and shouted, "You don't laugh at my young master. My young master is very talented. You may not be able to compare with the poems he wrote..."
Peony on the stage also smiled slightly and said, "Okay, this brother, then you write poetry. But don't blame me for not reminding you that if you are here to make trouble, the consequences will be very serious."
Yue Feng was too lazy to talk, and saw a corner of the ring with a brush placed. Yue Feng walked over directly, picked up the brush, and dipped it ink.
"This brother, what are you doing with a brush? Put it down!" Peony walked up in her high heels. She had already confirmed that this kid was here to make trouble.
At this time, there was also a commotion in the audience. Someone came to make trouble at the three-year poetry conference?
Yue Feng smiled and walked to the stone tablet on the ring.
The stone tablet was more than three meters high, and it originally had a few big characters written: Poetry conference, and make friends through poetry.
Yue Feng held a brush in his hand, waved his big hand, and the brush flew on the stone tablet, writing a poem!
"What are you doing? Someone is making trouble. Someone..." Mudan shouted, but then her voice stopped abruptly!
"This kid...the word "is good." At this time, I heard only one sentence in the crowd, and I don't know who said it.
I saw that Yue Feng’s font was elegant and very ornamental. Even if the calligrapher took action, it would be like this.
When Yue Feng was in school, his family hired a master of calligraphy to teach calligraphy.
Although I haven't written for a few years.
But the moment he picked up the pen, Yue Feng suddenly found the feeling.
Everyone's eyes moved with Yue Feng's pen! Finally, Yue Feng wrote the whole poem on the stone tablet.
After writing the last word, Yue Feng threw the brush onto the ring. Then he pulled Xiao Xi's hand and turned around and left!
After Yue Feng left, the eyes of more than 100,000 people present looked at the stone tablet without blinking!
I saw four sentences written on the stone tablet!
The peony on the stage trembled and her red lips slightly opened, reading the poem Yue Feng.
"Withed vines, old trees, crows."
"There are people's houses with small bridges and flowing water."
"The ancient road is covered with the west wind and thin horse."
"The sunset is setting."
"A heartbroken man is at the end of the world!"
The sun sets, and the heartbroken person is at the end of the world!
Wow!
At this moment, the whole city was completely boiling!
Good poems, unparalleled in the world!
In the whole poem, there is no word "Autumn". But there is autumn everywhere and autumn wind everywhere!
Everyone recited it silently and kept savoring this poem, and was indescribable intoxication!
Peony felt that her legs were weak, and she stared at the stone tablet and couldn't say a word for a long time!
"That younger brother just now... No, what about the great writer Yue Feng just now!" Mudan stomped her feet in a hurry and looked around. Where was Yue Feng's figure?
"He seems to have left..."
"Yue Feng was really a poetic immortal just now, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a poetic immortal!"
Everyone in the audience burst into heated discussion.
Peony bit her lips tightly and walked off the stage with her high heels. No matter what, she has to find Yue Feng again! At this Poetry Conference, he is the champion!
Mudan regretted it. Yue Feng was clearly a peerless talent, but he called his younger brother...
"Please let it go, let it go." Mudan blushed and walked through the crowd, looking for Yue Feng all over the city.