The first half of the program is about the interaction between the guests and the audience. The host Fang Shaoyuan proposes a poem and asks about the source or the couplets. The two groups of guests will answer the question together. If they cannot answer, there will be three opportunities for the audience to ask for help.
Everyone in Group A, where Zheng Qian was, was half-assed, and the three opportunities were quickly used up, which made the literary writers in Group B laugh. Although they didn't say anything ugly, the subsequent Q&A was obviously more forceful, and their words were not good.
Quite fierce.
Although Zheng Qian answered a few questions correctly, his teammates followed the script too much. Even though they knew they would not, they all responded enthusiastically. This resulted in the points of Group A falling far behind Group B in the first half.
In the second half, the two groups of guests began to interact directly.
Li Bo, a well-known writer and professor at the Beijing Normal University, scolded Fang Qiu. He was full of enthusiasm and sang a poem called Qijue in front of everyone: "The sun and the moon are flowing eastward, and the ancient charm and new beauty are beautiful. The rooster sings loudly and the world is vast, and a generation of romance sings the glory of spring."
The colleagues next to him immediately cheered loudly.
Even the host Fang Shaoyuan looked appreciative and looked at the young Professor Li Bo with a smile: "Professor Li is indeed a young talent. This song Qijue is really good..."
Zheng Qian felt a little harsh.
The so-called quatrains in this poem are uneven, incorrect in consistency, unclear in sentences, and completely devoid of poetic flavor. What's better about it?
But facing many applauding guests and audiences on a high stage, Zheng Qian was wise enough not to express his thoughts, but he felt a little ridiculous in his heart.
Is this the so-called professor?
Young Professor Li Bo took advantage of the heat and suddenly looked at Zheng Qian with great satisfaction and said, "I wonder what the celebrity guests in Group A think of my poem?"
The artists in Group A looked at each other. Actor Shi Xiangwen didn't even think about it. He exclaimed on the spot: "A good poem, majestic and amazing in skill. Professor Li Bo is indeed a model of contemporary poets. The artistic conception of this poem is simply beautiful and unforgettable."
You can’t help but get addicted to it!”
Li Bo smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. He nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you. It seems that Mr. Shi still has some discernment."
Another actor also gave a thumbs up and praised him.
Singer Xu Shenyu saw Zheng Qian frown slightly. He was a little surprised. He couldn't help but approach Zheng Qian and asked in a low voice: "What do you think of this poem...?"
Zheng Qian glanced at him unexpectedly and said, "It's not bad!"
good?
Xu Shenyu's heart moved, and he saw the casualness in Zheng Qian's eyes, and suddenly felt a little surprised. It seemed that this little teacher Zheng looked down on Professor Li Bo's poem.
At this moment, Li Bo also looked at Zheng Qian and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He had long been dissatisfied with this star who was three points more handsome than him. In the first half, he was not active at all in answering questions. Only when Fang Shaoyuan mentioned him did he reluctantly answer, but the key to every question was
All answers are correct!
This was strange. He had noticed this phenomenon for a long time, especially when he saw Fang Shaoyuan looking at Zheng Qian from time to time, which made him feel jealous.
After all, the reason why he came to this song and poetry conference was not to get close to the goddess in his heart?
Perhaps Fang Shaoyuan's beauty can only be considered average among celebrities, but among the hosts, she is definitely a top-notch beauty!
In particular, Fang Shaoyuan was quite knowledgeable and was very popular among these intellectuals.
The most important thing is that this sister also likes to wear cheongsam!
Every time she hosts a show, she is wrapped tightly in various cheongsams. Her graceful curves and stunning figure make all the wolf friends drool. Her whole personality is like the literary goddess imagined in their minds.
He was even more fascinated by the professor.
But now the goddess seems to be more partial to this little fresh meat? This made him jealous, so he deliberately said: "Xiao Zheng, I heard that you are good at writing songs. I wonder if you can write lyrics?"
Zheng Qian said: "It will be a billion points."
"Oh, I like your energy as a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers."
Li Bo shook the fan in his hand: "This lyric writing pays attention not only to rhyme, but also to rhythm..."
He talked about a lot of things to note when writing poems, to show his profound knowledge, and finally said: "You can also write a poem, no matter the subject matter, feel free to use it!"
Zheng Qian was really rude and said on the spot: "Ying Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the small buckle firewood door has not been opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."
Li Bo: "..."
He didn't understand the first two sentences...
He was shocked by the last two sentences.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be contained, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall!
This seven-character poem made Li Bo feel his eyelids twitching, and he instantly felt that Zheng Qian was so well-educated!
And he felt that this poem was a metaphor for people, a branch of red apricot coming out of the wall?
Hongxing cheats?
Who is Hongxing?
He looked at Fang Shaoyuan on the stage and saw the goddess staring lovingly at Zheng Qian, her eyes full of energy.
Li Bo was shocked all over and felt a green hat being placed heavily on his head.
He secretly resented that his mother's limelight had been stolen by a little star!
At this time, Fang Shaoyuan was shocked as the poem echoed in her ears. She said, "Zheng Qian, can you write this poem out? I don't understand some of the poems!"
Zheng Qian did not shirk. He took the drawing board handed by the staff, picked up the pen and wrote the poem "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It". This poem was originally written by the poet Ye Shaoweng in his previous life when he visited the garden. The superficial meaning is very straightforward: "Maybe
It was the owner of the garden who was worried that my clogs would trample the moss that he cherished so much. He knocked gently on the wood door, but no one came to open it for a long time. But after all, the spring scenery in the garden cannot be shut in. Look, there is a pink apricot branch there.
Flowers stick out from the wall."
When Zheng Qian wrote down the entire poem, his handwriting was neat and his rhymes were smooth and oblique, and everyone was full of praise for it.
Fang Shaoyuan looked at the poem and then at Zheng Qian, feeling that there seemed to be no connection between the two.
But someone just wrote such a quatrain, especially the last two lines of the poem, which made her feel that it had a profound meaning.
She had just learned about Zheng Qian's information and knew that Zheng Qian had been suppressed overseas, but he had suddenly risen to prominence recently, and his popularity had soared. Wasn't this "The garden full of spring scenery can't be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall" just about himself?
The way she looked at Zheng Qian was slightly different, and the appreciation in her expression could no longer be concealed.
Amid thunderous applause from the audience, Professor Li Bo raised another question: "Since Xiao Zheng is so talented, how about we compose a poem together with the title of the host of "Shaoyuan"?"
Fang Shaoyuan's eyes brightened.
Seeing this, Li Bo, in order to please the beauty, didn't wait for Zheng Qian to refuse, and directly chanted: "Skin is as white as snow and condensed with fat, and she is as gorgeous as Zhaojun meeting the painter. If he was born in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, how could Diao Chan be included in the beauty poems?"
"Good! What a poem!"
Before he finished speaking, several literati and scholars nearby applauded him one after another, and they were very supportive.
Fang Shaoyuan also said with a smile on her face: "It's Zhaojun and Diaochan. How dare I compare with the four beauties in ancient times? Professor Li praises me too highly!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Zheng Qian expectantly.
Everyone looked over and Zheng Qian smiled, isn't he just bragging about picking up girls? Who wouldn't?
However, he did not like to recite poetry in public, and he had just recited a poem that no one understood. He was embarrassed, so he simply picked up his pen and wrote a five-character poem on the drawing board.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once she looks at the city of Qingren, then she looks at the country of Qingren..."
Professor Li Bo looked at the verses on the drawing board and said in surprise: "Xiao Zheng, isn't this "Beauty Song" by the Western Han Dynasty poet Li Yannian?"
Zheng Qian was stunned, and his forehead instantly turned black.
Damn it, there is also "Beauty Song" in this world?
He thought about it carefully, oh, it's true, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.
These two parallel worlds have similar historical processes. Although the development context of the political and business circles is roughly the same, the roots of the development of the cultural world have not changed. There may have been changes, but very little. Especially in the modern few hundred years, there have been many extensions
Cultural symbols are already different.
Zheng Qian couldn't help but feel a little sad.
There is no such thing as a cultural desert. Every era has its own trendsetters...
He decisively erased the writing on the drawing board and said with a smile: "Hey, I think this poem is suitable for the host. Ahem, I'll rewrite it."
Fang Shaoyuan nodded with a smile. In fact, the song "Beauty Song" was written, which already made her heart so happy. Her earlier dislike of Zheng Qian seemed to be blown away by the spring breeze, and her impression became extremely good.
Extremely deep...
This time, Zheng Qian didn't do whatever he wanted. After thinking for a while, he wrote:
"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have seen you under the moon on Yaotai!"
It's really embarrassing to write this song "Qing Ping Tiao" by Li Bai, because the host is not worthy!
But for a while he couldn't think of anything else, and there were many Qingping tunes by Li Bai in this life. Perhaps because this big man was so talented, each "Qingping tune" was different from Zheng Qian's memory, so he
I waved my hand and wrote this famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages.
Fang Shaoyuan's eyes shone with great light.
Zheng Qian added: "I'm sorry, this is not written now, but accumulated in the past."
But this did not prevent Fang Shaoyuan from being elated. She twisted her butt under her tight cheongsam, stepped on her high heels and came to Zheng Qian. She picked up the drawing board and looked hard at it, her eyes shining brightly, as if
I can see the flowers.
At this moment, Li Bo also shut up, stopped nagging, and did not dare to propose a competition again. After praising Zheng Qian with a forced smile in front of everyone, he then kept an indifferent face throughout the whole process and practiced a silent chant, but the feeling in his heart was
A sense of powerlessness will not dissipate in the next month...
From then on, he no longer wrote poems in public.
The whole audience looked at the song "Qing Ping Diao" displayed on the big screen. They were all dumbfounded and deeply impressed. Damn, you wrote this kind of poem just to pick up girls. This talent is absolutely a waste!
Director Zhang Qiang sat in front of the monitor, dumbfounded. No wonder this guy refused the note he gave him.
Compared with the two peerless poems written by Zheng Qian, the poems on his note are just a piece of shit...