Chapter 42

"The article travels overseas, wants to write poetry to drink, lures in the West Lake again? It seems that Lu Yuan is really talented and learned. "

"Ha ha, grandfather's eyes can't be wrong, I said he has talent and learning, he has!"

"Grandfather, a couplet can't explain anything. It can only show that he is not a man of no learning and is qualified to enter the poetry fair. Which of the many people present is not talented?"

"Oh, I know you have a high vision. By the way, have you heard the song" to Alice "? He created it. "

"I've been thinking about ancient poetry these days, but I haven't heard it yet."

"Listen to it when you have time. The tune has been incorporated into the textbook. After listening to it, you will know why grandfather thinks so much of this young man."

"If there are really talented people, they will shine in this poetry fair! If he can make it to the top three in poetry, I will consider him. "

"You are too demanding. There are very few men in the world who are proficient in everything except genius. I think he is good enough and modest enough. He doesn't have the arrogance of these scholars."

"No! My requirements will not change, even if I can't meet them all my life, I won't change! It's good to be alone all the time! "

"Well, you are Ah How to say hello "

on the high platform on the second floor, Mr. Chen shook his head and sighed at his granddaughter with a book.

This granddaughter is good at everything else, talented and learned

It's just brain damage.

Where in the world is there a man of such talent?

Isn't that nonsense?

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The poetry meeting was divided into two schools.

Classical poetry and modern poetry.

Since ancient times, scholars have been relatively light.

Modern poetry advocates think that the classical poetry advocates are pedantic, only know what they are and have no new ideas..

The supporters of classical poetry think that the modern poetry supporters have no details, the poetry is not written in depth, and they are not as talented as the modern poets, so the content is really tight.

Each year, the two schools will compete in the poetry fair. Everyone hopes that the school they support can bring down the other school. However, each year is equal. Except for a slight difference, it is basically a tie

After all, whether it is classical poetry or modern poetry in history itself is not divided into high and low, the real difference is only the level of the poet.

However, all the people who can really enter the poetry fair are the best in Chinese coefficient of famous universities. Naturally, they are outstanding in literary attainments. If we really want to distinguish the high and low levels, it is really very difficult. So the judges' scores naturally fluctuate on the score line of nearly 9 points. There are few low scores and few high scores, and the winners of each year are only It is impossible for absolute rolling to occur if the score line is higher than 0.0 points.

Therefore, in this case, it is a matter of contention between the two parties to have one more person and one less person.

Lu Yuan is a rare talent in the eyes of this group of people!

Talent, of course, to fight.

If Lu Yuan had not been trapped by Li Dongqiang, he would have been sitting at the classical poetry society eating fruit and mixing time. Occasionally, he would have seen the group of literati pretending to be forced to do so. By the way, he would have clapped his hands in the hearty place and make up a number of others. But now

It's not very good.

"Lu Yuan, you said, you now have two passes and two seats. Where do you choose?"

"Yes, where do you choose, classical poetry or our modern poetry?"

“……”

The light is very bright, according to Lu Yuan slightly bitter but reluctantly smile.

In the aisle space not far away, several staff carrying the camera quickly aimed at Lu Yuan to shoot the video. The reporter who was recording the live news also wrote the transcript quickly, and his expression on his face was extremely excited

At the moment, whether envious or disdainful, or just watching the lively Poetry Festival, the members of the poetry fair are staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for Lu Yuan's choice. The atmosphere has become a little bit awkward for a time.

"Can I choose to stand and watch? I think it's good to stand. " After watching so many people staring at themselves with so many eyes, and with the sound of photo taking, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

He felt that no matter what he chose, he would have problems.

"No way!"

"No! Must choose! "

Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out almost at the same time.

"Oh, no, I have a stomachache. It's too painful. Where is the bathroom? I'll go and make it convenient... " Looking at the moment, all the people in the bathroom are staring at him.

Thirty six plans, leaving is the best policy!

"Wait until he comes back!""Yes, yes!"

Dao Yuting and Shen Rong wipe out a little gunpowder, and then turn back to their seats.

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Lu Yuan ran to the toilet and subconsciously took out his pocket.

Disappointment is always spreading.

He wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet. After the poetry meeting was almost over, he would come out and take a form. Today, he has escaped.

But I don't know which guy is lax, and the toilet is just like firecrackers, and the smell is so bad that people almost vomit.

How can Luyuan, without smoke, resist such bombing? Finally in the heart scolded a MMP, speechless ran out of the toilet.

Standing in the light, looking at the two passes in my hand

Forget it. Go to the old man.

In the end, we have to choose one.

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally went to the direction arranged by the old man and sat down under the sigh of Shen Rong and the excited eyes of Dao Yuting.

After seeing this scene, the talented people of the classical poetry school showed a bit of satisfaction, while those of the modern poetry school were all staring at Lu Yuan, envious, speechless, angry and finding fault

In short, there are all kinds of expressions.

If the eyes can kill people, Lu Yuan is estimated to have been bullied.

"Good, brother! Have vision! My name is Xu Xiaonian. I've heard so much about it

"Well, my name is Lu Yuan. I've heard so much about it..."

As soon as Lu Yuan Gang sat down, there was a young man in a Han suit talking to Lu Yuan, and he clasped his hands in a polite manner.

Lu Yuan also imitates his appearance to pose, but the more he makes Lu Yuan feel more strange.

I don't get used to it.

"It's good, brother. It's really brilliant for our classical poetry club to come here."

"Ah? In fact, I don't know much about poetry. I'm just a layman. I've come here to learn... "

"Brother, you are modest. If you are a layman who can write articles overseas, want to write poems and drink wine, and stay in the West Lake, are you not better than a farmer? Brother, don't be modest. You are showing off when you are so modest... "

"I'm lucky, lucky There's not much real talent, but it's really gross. " Lu Yuan looks at Xu Xiaonian's admiration, which is really shameful.

At the same time, it was extremely embarrassing.

"You are too modest. By the way, I have got the inside information. This year's examination question is a farmer. Use a farmer to compose a poem. Do you have any opinion on this?"

"Farmers?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No, I don't know how to write poetry. I think you can write it!"

"What everyone has to write It's the rules of the game. "

"Ah? The rules of the game? "

"Yes."

"Is there a reward?"

"Every round of the top prize, there are honorary certificates reward..."

"I'm not asking for a certificate, I'm asking if there's a bonus?"

"Yes, there are. About 50000 each round."

"Fifty thousand!"

Originally silent, as if salted fish, just want to mix in Lu Yuan's eyes suddenly radiate excited light.

Farmers?

Wait

I

Thanks to the primary school Chinese teacher!

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little hi.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Nothing..."

The two discussed below. On the stage above, there was a burst of music like the opening ceremony. Then, a few old people sat on the judges' seats, the most partial position, sitting in Mr. Chen

"Good evening, everyone. Today, we are very honored to invite you to our poetry Fair..."

After the host came on stage for a while, the whole light went dark. Then, the noisy place suddenly became silent.

On the big screen at the back of the stage, a poem examination question was slowly announced

The question is called "farmer"!

"Farmer, ha ha, it's true. Fortunately, I'm ready, brother Brother? Well? " When Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan, he saw that Lu Yuan excitedly picked up his brush and dipped it in ink. He wrote it on the rice paper on the table

Xu Xiaonian wanted to have a look at it, but later found that Lu Yuan's handwriting was in a mess.

Well

He didn't see what Lu Yuan was writing

This brush writing is really

Distinctive?

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