In the area where Zuiweng Poetry Society is located, Vice President Wang Rui slowly walked to President Yang Lin, looked at Feng Hanzhang not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, did you really give the collection of poems to that person named Feng?"
Already?"
"Why not?" Yang Lin said meaningfully.
"This is Yangzhou, and the Painted Boat Poetry Club is a poetry club for Yangzhou people. If a Jiangning person steps on us and becomes famous, it will be a shame for hundreds of people in Yangzhou!"
Yang Lin repeated what Feng Hanzhang sent to him, and then sneered: "Listen, Canglang Poetry Society has become the representative of Yangzhou scholars!"
"Humph, this Feng Hanzhang really takes himself seriously. A Canglang Poetry Society cannot represent us Yangzhou scholars!"
Wang Rui chuckled, and then looked at Yang Lin doubtfully: "Brother Yang, you won't be fooled by Feng Hanzhang so easily, will you? That collection of poems is the hard work of dozens of people in our poetry club for a whole month!" p>
"Of course Yang wouldn't be so naive!"
Yang Lin paused and said with a half-smile: "But Feng Hanzhang also said that as long as we help him this time, the Canglang Poetry Society will not participate in the poem competition at the Huafang Poetry Club next year."
"Is this happening?"
Wang Rui was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "Feng Hanzhang is so desperate!"
"Can you not be impatient?"
Yang Lin laughed, with a hint of schadenfreude in his smile: "The two most talented poets in their poetry club have lost. Who else can we rely on to deal with Wei Chen? We can't really let Wei Chen go through it all. Then Cang
Don’t hang out in Yangzhou Prefecture anymore from Lang Poetry Society!”
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The Huafang Poetry Fair is held once every six months, and poetry clubs in Yangzhou City who are interested in participating in the Poetry Fair usually start preparations one month in advance.
The titles of this painting boat poetry competition were randomly given by the chief judge Zhao Luosheng. It seems that the titles are ever-changing and there is no trace.
Actually it’s not.
First of all, conventional poetry is nothing more than a few major categories, such as nostalgia, chanting things, friendship, frontier fortress, etc. As long as you make more preparations in advance, you can always hit a few.
Secondly, many of the people present are students of Zhao Luosheng and have been studying in private schools for a long time. This can improve the success rate of the quiz based on Zhao Luosheng's personal experience and interests.
For example, Zhao Luosheng once served as an official in Lin'an, so you need to prepare more questions about Lin'an, Qiantang, and West Lake.
By adding regular questions and targeted questions, the success rate of question answering can reach close to 10% to 20%.
Everyone has their own type of poetry that they are good at, and they also have their own shortcomings. The advantage of the poetry club is that it can gather the talents in the club to create a large number of poems in a short period of time, thus forming a book specifically designed to cope with the poetry club.
Collection of poems.
In this way, personal shortcomings are made up, and every member who comes on stage is equivalent to condensing the wisdom of the entire poetry club.
This thin booklet is a weapon used by major poetry societies to compete for supremacy in the Huafang Poetry Society. It has always been kept secret and is only circulated within the poetry societies, making it difficult for others to see its true appearance.
Now, in order to preserve the reputation of Canglang Poetry Society, Feng Hanzhang paid a huge price and obtained the inscribed poetry collections of nine poetry societies, asking Qin Ming to memorize them all.
By gathering the strength of the nine poetry societies, the success rate of the topic will only be higher, and the level of poetry will also be improved a lot.
This is Feng Hanzhang's method of dealing with Wei Chen.
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On the stage, Wei Chen ushered in his third opponent. The title of this match was Slender West Lake, and Wei Chen recited his poem early.
But the people from the Canglang Poetry Club who were fighting against Wei Chen had to think about it for half a stick of incense before they composed a poem amidst Zhao Luosheng's impatient urging.
The difference in poetic talent between the two was so great that Zhao Luosheng almost didn't hesitate at all and decided that Wei Chen would win another round.
Unexpectedly, the people from the Canglang Poetry Society started shouting loudly, refusing to accept the statement and insisting on Zhao Luosheng explaining it carefully.
Zhao Luosheng frowned when he saw how ignorant this person was, but he still patiently commented on their poems.
This man gritted his teeth and waited for half a cup of tea. It was not until he caught a glimpse of Feng Hanzhang's gesture in the audience that he breathed a sigh of relief and walked off the stage in a gray manner.
Wei Chen glanced at this man in confusion, but didn't think much about it. He adjusted his posture and waited patiently for his next opponent.
The next person to join the Canglang Poetry Society is Qin Ming.
Qin Ming was instructed by Feng Hanzhang before he came on stage, and he understood the important responsibility he had, so he seemed a little cautious.
Logically speaking, he, a newcomer, should ask Zhao Luosheng to give the question, but he froze on the spot and seemed to be mumbling something.
Wei Chen, on the other hand, generously raised his hand to Zhao Luosheng and said, "Old sir, please give me a question."
"Then let's take nostalgia as the theme." Zhao Luosheng waved his hand and said casually.
Qin Ming was very happy when he heard this. He had just memorized no less than five or six nostalgic poems, and now it was time to choose the best ones to use, so he recited in a deep voice without thinking:
"It has been three days since I entered the mountain, and I was truly rewarded when I stepped into the mountain. The frost was slippery, and the sun shone on the cliff. The deep bamboo light filtered through, and the cold green lured me away. All the people were heard in the dark, and hundreds of springs sounded together. The valley was completely covered.
It's quiet and refreshing when you climb up to the top. The small pavilion overlooks the rivers and lakes, and the eyes are vast but wild. I sit in the deep incense and leave the hospital, and the green mist falls on the pond. I will always cherish the white servant, and I hope to escape the dust."
Under the stage, at the Drunkard Poetry Society, Wang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard the poem recited by Qin Ming. Then he smiled and said to Yang Lin beside him: "Brother Yang, you have good luck. You have so many poems, but you are the only one who has so many poems."
One song has been selected!"
Yang Lin chuckled twice, his eyes always staring at the stage, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
What if Qin Ming defeated Wei Chen with this poem?
Yang Lin finds it extremely interesting just thinking about it.
At the judges' table, Zhao Luosheng listened to the poems recited by Qin Ming. He was a little careless at first, but as he listened, his expression gradually became serious.
The first eight lines of Qin Ming's poem describe the tranquility of the mountain scenery, and then the stroke of the pen changes to show the feeling of being free from the world. The whole poem is new and subtle, carefully crafted, and has a bit of the charm of Mr. Wu Liu. "This poem is cleverly written!"
Zhao Luosheng sighed in admiration, sat up straight, and looked at Qin Ming with some surprise.
Although Qin Ming is a member of the Canglang Poetry Society, he does not study in the government school, but is a county student member, so Zhao Luosheng does not know much about him on weekdays.
Unexpectedly, this Qin Ming was not astonishing in appearance, but he was so talented in poetry. For a while, Zhao Luosheng felt a little love for talents.
After receiving Zhao Luosheng's praise, Qin Ming felt that he was sure to win. He had finally fulfilled his mission and looked at Feng Hanzhang in the audience excitedly.
Feng Hanzhang, however, clenched his fists tightly and looked nervously at Wei Chen on the stage. Wei Chen's previous performance made him feel uneasy and he did not dare to win easily.
When Wei Chen heard Qin Ming's poem, he was also secretly surprised and cheered up. Wei Chen didn't know what Feng Hanzhang was doing behind his back, nor did he know that the poem written by Qin Ming was actually not his own handwriting, but the work of Nine.
The best nostalgic poem in the Great Poetry Society.
In fact, at this moment, the relationship between Wei Chen and Qin Ming is not a fair one-on-one at all, but a pair of ten, or even a pair of dozens!
Wei Chen is very good at cultivating qi. He did not get distracted just because Qin Ming recited a good poem. He calmed down, closed his eyes and began to think.
Not long after, the boy opened his eyes.
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They happily meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."