"The article was traveling overseas, I wanted to write poems and drink wine, but I stayed in the West Lake? It seems that this Lu Yuan does have some real talent and learning."
"Haha, grandpa's vision is not wrong. If I say he is talented, he will be able to learn from you!"
"Grandpa, a couplet can't mean anything. It can only mean that he is not unlearned and has no skills. He is just qualified to enter the poetry club. With so many people present, who is not talented?"
"Haha, I know you have very high standards. By the way, have you heard of the song "Für Elise"? It was composed by him."
"I've been thinking about ancient poetry and prose these past few days, but I haven't listened to it yet."
"Go and listen to it when you have time. This piece of music has been included in the textbook. After listening to it, you will know why grandpa values this young man so much."
"If he is really talented, he will shine in this poetry competition! If he can enter the top three in the poetry competition, I will consider him."
"You are too demanding. There are very few men in this world who are proficient in everything. Unless they are geniuses, I think he is good enough and very humble. He does not have the unruliness of these literary talents."
"No! My request won't change. Even if I never meet you in my lifetime, I won't change! It's good to live alone forever!"
"Hey, you are really...hey...how can I say hello to you..."
On the high platform on the second floor, Mr. Chen looked at his granddaughter with a beautiful face and a book. He shook his head and sighed in his heart.
This granddaughter is good at everything else and is very talented and knowledgeable...
It's just that my brain is broken.
Where in the world is there such a talented man?
Isn't this nonsense?
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This poetry conference is divided into two groups.
Classical poetry and modern poetry.
Since ancient times, literati have always looked down upon each other.
Supporters of modern poetry feel that supporters of classical poetry are pedantic and know nothing but nothing new.
Supporters of classical poetry feel that supporters of modern poetry have no background, their poems are not written with much depth, and they are not as talented as modern poets, so the content is really too clumsy.
The two factions compete in poetry competitions every year. Everyone hopes that the faction they support can suppress the other faction, but every year they are evenly matched. Except for a slight difference, it is basically a fight.
Tie...
After all, there is no distinction between classical poetry and modern poetry in history. The only real distinction is the level of poets.
However, those who can actually enter the Poetry Club are all the best in Chinese language at prestigious universities, and they are naturally outstanding in literary attainments. If it is really necessary to distinguish between high and low, it is really difficult, so the judges will naturally give scores.
The score line of almost 9 points fluctuates, with very few low scores and very few high scores. The winner every year is only a few tenths of a point higher on a similar score line. It is impossible for an absolute crushing situation to occur.
So in this case, whether there is one more person or one less person in the two factions is something that they must fight for.
Lu Yuan played a couplet that no one had played for a long time. He is also a rare talent in the eyes of this group of people!
Naturally, we have to compete for talents.
If Lu Yuan had not been deceived by Li Dongqiang, he would probably be sitting in the Classical Poetry Society eating fruit and passing the time. Occasionally watching this group of literati pretending to be cool, he would applaud in a comfortable place, and wait for the end.
, but now...
The situation is not good.
"Lu Yuan, tell me, you now have two passes and two seats, which one do you choose?"
"Yes, which one do you choose? Classical poetry or our modern poetry!"
"..."
The light was very bright, illuminating Lu Yuan's slightly bitter but forced smile.
In the empty space in the aisle not far away, several staff members carrying cameras quickly pointed the lens at Lu Yuan and shot the video. The reporter who was recording the live broadcast next to him also quickly wrote the transcript with an excited expression on his face...
At this moment, whether they were jealous, disdainful, or just watching the excitement, the members of the poetry club were staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for Lu Yuan's choice, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.
"Is it okay if I choose to stand and watch? I think it's good to stand." After seeing so many people and so many pairs of eyes staring at him, accompanied by the clicking sound of taking photos, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
He felt that no matter what he chose, something would go wrong.
"no!"
"No! You have to choose!"
Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out the words almost at the same time.
"Ah, no, I have a stomachache. It hurts so bad. Where is the bathroom? I'll go and use it for a while..." Lu Yuan looked at so many people and suddenly became wise. With everyone stunned, he turned around and held his stomach without saying a word. Run towards the bathrooms on both sides.
Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy!
"Wait until he comes back to choose!"
"Okay, okay!"
Dao Yuting and Shen Rong wiped out a slight smell of gunpowder, then turned and returned to their seats.
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Lu Yuan ran to the toilet and subconsciously dug into his pockets.
Disappointment is always spreading.
He originally wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet, wait until the poetry meeting was almost over, and then come out for a formality. Even so, he escaped today.
But I don’t know which guy had diarrhea. The toilet was like firecrackers, but the sound was nothing more than loud. Moreover, the smell was so unpleasant that I almost vomited.
How could Lu Yuan, who didn't smoke, resist this kind of bombardment? He finally cursed MMP in his heart and ran out of the toilet speechlessly.
Standing under the light and looking at the two passes in my hands...
Forget it, let's go to the old man's place.
After all, you have to choose one.
Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, then finally walked towards the direction arranged by the old man and sat down under Shen Rong's sigh and Dao Yuting's excited eyes.
When the talented and beautiful people from the classical poetry school saw this scene, they all showed a bit of complacency on their faces. As for the modern poetry school, they all stared at Lu Yuan, jealous, speechless, angry, and looking for trouble...
In short, there are all kinds of expressions.
If looks could kill, Lu Yuan would have been Ling Chi.
"Brother, you are good! You have a good vision! My name is Xu Xiaonian, I have admired you for a long time!"
"Well, my name is Lu Yuan. I've known you for a long time..."
As soon as Lu Yuan sat down, a young man wearing Hanfu next to him spoke to Lu Yuan, with his hands clasped in his fists, looking polite.
Lu Yuan also imitated his appearance and posed, but the more he did it, the weirder he felt.
The thief is really uncomfortable with it.
"That's great, brother. It really makes our classical poetry club flourish by having you come to our place!"
"Ah? Actually, I don't know much about poetry. I'm just a layman. I came here just to learn..."
"Brother, you are humble. If someone who can write articles and travel overseas, write poems, drink wine, and stay in the West Lake is a layman, then wouldn't I be worse than a farmer? Brother, don't be humble. Yes, you are showing off by being so modest..."
"I'm lucky, I'm lucky...I don't really have much real talent. In fact, I'm very vulgar." Lu Yuan was so ashamed when he saw Xu Xiaonian's admiring look.
It was extremely embarrassing at the same time.
"You're too modest. By the way, I got inside information. This year's exam question is about farmers. They compose a poem using farmers. Do you have any opinion on this?"
"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head, "No, I'm not very good at writing poems. I just want you to write!"
"Everyone has to write...that's the rules of the game."
"Ah? Competition rules?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reward?"
"The top spot in each round will be rewarded with a certificate of honor..."
"I'm not asking about the certificate, I'm asking if there is a bonus?"
"Yes, there are, probably around 50,000 per round."
"fifty thousand!"
Lu Yuan, who was originally silent and just wanted to hang out like a salted fish, suddenly had eyes gleaming with excitement.
Farmer?
etc……
I……
Thank you to the primary school Chinese teacher!
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little high.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"nothing……"
The two were discussing below. On the stage above, a burst of music sounded like an opening ceremony. Then, several old men sat on the judges' seats. In the most remote position, Mr. Chen sat...
"Dear talents and beauties, good evening, everyone. Today, our poetry club is very honored to have..."
After the host came on stage and introduced for a while, the lights dimmed, and then, the bustling place suddenly became silent.
A poetry test question was slowly announced on the big screen behind the stage...
The exam title is "Farmer"!
"Farmer, haha, it's true. Fortunately, I'm prepared, brother... brother? Huh?" When Xu Xiaonian looked towards Lu Yuan, he saw Lu Yuan excitedly picking up a brush and dipping it in ink, and brushing
I quickly wrote it on the rice paper on the table...
Xu Xiaonian originally wanted to take a look, but then he found that Lu Yuan's handwriting was a mess.