"The biggest feature of the Huafang Poetry Club is that people participate in the name of the club and compete with each other for poems. Therefore, if you want to win, you cannot rely on individual strength. You must cooperate sincerely with the members of the poetry club."
Speaking of this, President Han couldn't help but glance at Wei Chen guiltily.
Their family knows their own affairs, and apart from the name of the Haitang Poetry Society, there is really no value in cooperation for Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai.
Wei Chen didn't take it seriously and asked curiously: "How should we cooperate in this poetry meeting?"
President Han answered truthfully: "The judges will set the questions, and the questions in each round are different. The members of the poetry club take turns competing for poems. The loser will automatically be eliminated and will be replaced by another person from the poetry club."
Isn’t this just a poetry competition?
Wei Chen couldn't help but smile. He had seen this form many times in his previous life. The test was the formation of troops. After all, the topics were changing all the time, and the types of poems that everyone was good at were limited. Even if he was a talented poet, he would still face topics that he was not good at.
It is difficult to gain an advantage.
Of course, as long as a hexagonal warrior like Wei Chen is well prepared, it is very possible to accomplish the feat of one against ten and one through to the end.
"Everyone, please listen to what Sheng has to say."
At this time, Sheng Changbai, who had been silent, finally spoke, and several people turned their heads.
Sheng Changbai said solemnly: "The Painted Boat Poetry Club is well-known. Since the participants have the courage to come to the poetry club, they must be of good poetry quality. If we want to be sure of winning, we need to polish the details. Why don't you all use the poems that you are good at?
Once you tell us the category, we can make arrangements first."
Sheng Changfeng couldn't help but secretly cheer up after hearing this. Sheng Changbai's words clearly meant that he was considering the issue from the perspective of Haitang Poetry Society!
After a moment of silence, Sheng Changfeng, Han Yuan and others all mentioned the types of poetry they were good at, and also brought a thin book of "Begonia Poems" for Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai to appreciate.
Wei Chen opened the poetry collection and saw that it was full of masterpieces by the president and vice president of the poetry club.
For example, President Han Yuan's masterpiece "Drunk Chess": "Drink a glass of wine when you have nothing to do, and play a game of chess when you have time. When you are drunk, the world is big, and you don't have to worry about winning or losing."
There is also Vice President Wang Zhang's "Ode to the Camel's Hump": "Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the street. If you fall, Bachelor Wang will make a group of cows laugh."
And Vice President Lu Zhe's "Summer Tour to Slender West Lake": "Slender West Lake, West Lake is thin, there are lotuses in Slender West Lake. There are toads on the lotus, and they jump when you poke them."
After appreciating the masterpieces of these young people, Wei Chen was speechless and could only look up to the sky and sigh: They are all damn talented people!
However, there was a little poem by Sheng Changfeng that made Wei Chen's eyes light up: "A dog and a magpie, a field, half a pot of tea in the hills. Sipping tea and planting grass, a little fairy with nothing to do."
Although the language of this little poem is simple, it is lively and interesting.
It can be seen that Sheng Changfeng is still very talented in poetry, at least much better than Han Yuan and others. Wei Chen said that Sheng Changfeng should be the president of Haitang Poetry Society!
Of course, Wei Chen thinks Sheng Changfeng's poems are good, but only in a relative sense, making him taller from the short ones.
With the level of these four people from the Haitang Poetry Club, if they really wanted to compete in a poetry meeting, they would be beaten to the bottom in a matter of minutes.
When Wei Chen was tricked into joining the Haitang Poetry Club by Sheng Changfeng, he wasn't very angry, he just found it interesting. Only now did he realize what kind of pig teammates he had gotten into.
It's like letting Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai lead a group of brats into a group fight!
Wei Chen subconsciously ignored that he was actually a little kid himself, not much older than Sheng Changfeng and the others.
In the quiet private room, Wei Chen looked troubled, Sheng Changbai's face was also uncertain, and in the corner, there were four little kids shivering, hugging each other for warmth.
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In a blink of an eye, when the poetry meeting officially started, Wei Chen and everyone from the Haitang Poetry Society came to the open-air platform on the second floor of the painting boat and couldn't help but sigh.
Yangzhou is indeed one of the largest gold-selling caves on the Big Thursday, along with Bianjing, Lin'an, and Jiangning. The bustling scene on this painting boat has already made Wei Chen dizzy.
I saw nearly a hundred people gathered on the huge platform. The platform was divided into ten sections according to the poetry club. Everyone sat in the designated area, with a low table in front of them, with some drinks and snacks on it. p>
At this time, members of the major poetry societies were gathering together, discussing the formation after the poetry meeting began.
Among Wei Chen's group, only Sheng Changbai looks a little more mature, while the remaining five are more immature than the other. This strange combination naturally attracts everyone's attention.
Some people are curious: "Which poetry club are they from? Why are they so unfamiliar? I have never seen them in the academy?"
Some people also said casually: "Probably a descendant of which family brought him to see the world?"
Suddenly, someone pointed at Wei Chen and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't that the brother who wrote "One-Character Poetry"? He is actually among them!"
I came here on the same ferry as Wei Chen.
"What's a one-word poem?" people around asked curiously.
"On the ferry when we arrived, he was like this, like this..."
This man briefly narrated what happened on the ferry and recited Wei Chen's "One-Character Poetry", which attracted the admiration of the people around him. When he looked at Wei Chen again, his eyes were a little more solemn.<
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Wei Chen and his party walked for a while and saw a nameplate with the word "Haitang" hanging on a wooden pole. They knew they had found the right place and sat down each at once.
Although Haitang Poetry Club is small and unknown, it actually occupies a large area on the platform like other poetry clubs, which surprised Wei Chen.
He couldn't help but look at the people in the poetry club beside him, and finally his eyes fell on Han Yuan, the leader.
I’m afraid Han Yuan’s background is not simple.
Wei Chen was thinking secretly when he suddenly heard a sudden silence in the venue, and then a thick ancient voice came out. It turned out to be Zhao Luosheng, the organizer and judge of this year's Huafang Poetry Competition.
Zhao Luosheng was also a well-known figure among the scholars in Yangzhou. He looked around for a week, coughed and said: "Since everyone is here, let's start!"
As soon as Zhao Luosheng finished speaking, student representatives from Yangzhou Fu School came forward to introduce the rules of the poetry meeting.
"My Excellency, Feng Hanzhang, is a caterer in the government school. Please be polite."
Feng Hanzhang graciously bowed to everyone in the audience, and then talked eloquently: "This poetry meeting is composed of poetry clubs. Each poetry club formulates its own order of appearance. Poems will be competed in pairs. The loser will retire, and the winner will
Those who stay on the stage wait for the other party to continue sending people to fight."
"Okay, that's the rule. I think you all already know it, so I won't repeat it again."
Feng Hanzhang paused and said in a deep voice: "I will announce that the first session of the Huafang Poetry Club will be between Canglang Poetry Society and Haitang Poetry Society!"