The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

At this time, Hu Aimin said proudly: "I am from Jiangcheng University, and I have studied for a master's degree and a doctorate degree in literature. During that period, I often published poems."

Everyone expressed admiration, this is a first-class university.

"I remembered this talented man. His poem 'Ocean' was really catchy."

"I also remember, it was, 'Oh, the sea, you are so wide and you are so long, and I am intoxicated in it, like in the arms of a mother."

Hu Aimin was also very proud to hear fans reciting his poems.

Chen Zhong curled his lips and said, "Aren't you afraid of being drowned?"

"..."

In order to prevent the two literati from rolling up their sleeves and fighting, the host hurriedly said: "Since it is a competition of poetry, there must be some restrictions.

And it is close to our current environment, the relationship between men and women, and the ideal state of people. It happens that we have lanterns here at night, so let's connect these together. "

In the second-class district, most of the people with high annual income have a certain degree of education.

Upon hearing this restriction, they all said:
"This is too difficult, it requires too much."

"I'm afraid that young man has no hope and is going to lose."

Hu Aimin also felt that the difficulty was not small, but compared to a rookie, he could beat him by composing just one song.

Immediately said: "No problem!"

Chen Zhong just thought about it and said, "No problem."

The host asked the staff to bring paper and pens, handed them to two people and said, "Limit half an hour."

That certainly added to the sense of urgency, though neither disputed it.

Chen Zhong thought of his own life, his pursuit and fetters, as well as his emotional entanglements, so he let it go.

It was written in less than 3 minutes.

Seeing that he had covered what he had written, everyone shook their heads. What good poems could be written in such a short time?

After Hu Aimin finished writing, he made revisions and didn't stop writing until the time was up.

The host smiled and said: "Our two great poets have finished their creations, please appreciate them together, who will start?"

"Let's start with me? A good poem, which has been carefully polished and finished in 2 minutes, is simply a blasphemy!" Hu Aimin raised his neck proudly.

"Well, let's start with Mr. Hu's. The title is "Loving You Is My Most Highest Ideal". It's very compelling." The host opened it, his eyes lit up, and he read aloud——

"Ah, Shengshi Jiayuan, let's meet
My ideal is to hold your little hand, beauty
Let's rippling in the sea lights of the night
Each other's hearts are throbbing like that
Right now, loving you is my noblest cause

I am willing to fight for it forever!

After everyone listened, applause broke out! "

"A poet is a poet, and I am moved after listening to it!"

"Great, fits the theme very well!"

"I don't think there's any need to look at that young man's anymore, he's lost!"

Hu Aimin turned to look at Chen Zhong and asked, "How is it?"

"Superficial!" Chen Zhong commented in two words.

"..."

The host laughed and said, "It seems that Mr. Chen's poems are not simple. Let's wait and see. The title is 'Net'..."

He looked at the beginning and frowned——

"The dark night splits its mouth and spits silk out
wrapped in brilliant light

Moths are non-stop

to the hot city
My chest is also cracked

Gardens, Nothingness, and Dreams

stuck in a dense web

Only the naked heart faces
Night, the mastermind behind this scene

hold up the lights

wings of burning pain
and you and me online"

After hearing this, everyone felt nothing, and instead said:

"What kind of broken poetry is this? Can the dark night still grin and yearn to spin silk?"

"The chest is also split, people must die?"

"The winner must be Mr. Hu, high school education is rubbish."

Seeing this, the host said: "Mr. Chen, it's a pity that you lost..."

Hu Aimin's heart skipped a beat when he heard about this poem, but luckily it catered to everyone.

Chen Chong had no choice. Everyone here likes ordinary people. In fact, he was not considered a loser. He could only say: "Old Huang, just hang out with him, and you won't lose your virginity."

"Go to hell!" Huang Shufen really didn't want to associate with this man, but Chen Zhong didn't give up, so he secretly twisted his waist hard.

Just as Chen Chong grinned, an old man walked in and said, "Just now, I heard that the host asked the two to compare poems. I have some different opinions. I wonder if I can talk about it?"

Hu Aimin won the victory. He was a proud man. Seeing the old man dressed in common clothes, he said contemptuously, "Who are you? Do you know what literature is?"

Suddenly someone said: "Ah, I see, he is the winner of our Knoll Prize for Literature, Mr. Wu Yu, whose poetry enjoys an international reputation!"

Everyone was in awe, this literary award has never been won by a Chinese.

After Wu Yu was rated, the domestic media gave it a lot of publicity.

However, he thanked guests behind closed doors, and no one was interviewed.

In this materialistic and utilitarian society, people respect it even more.

Many people have read his novels and poems and enjoy them very much.

"Hello, Teacher Wu Yu, it's an honor to meet you."

"Hurry up and talk about it, no one here is more qualified to comment than you."

Wu Yu smiled and said, "I'm an appreciator just like you, but I have an extra layer of serious listening. The thread spit out in the dark night is thinking, and the moth is the author. To build a dream in this city,
It's just that I often feel confused, thinking of my hometown and good wishes, as if they are all empty, seeing lights in the night, as if lifted by reality, burning you and me, or feelings,
This is also the current environment, emotion and ideal state. "

After everyone heard it, they were not as impetuous as before, but began to savor it carefully.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of imagery, just like myself, from hope to emptiness to pain, and empathized with it.

"Educational qualifications cannot represent everything. I think Mr. Chen should win."

"I agree too, but I'm still being frivolous, and I can't feel it without being instructed."

"A profound poem should be savored carefully!"

Everyone said.

The host also immediately said: "Congratulations, Mr. Chen, for obtaining the right to associate with Ms. Huang."

Chen Zhong heheed, and said in Huang Shufen's ear, "How is Miss Huang? We can date now."

Huang Shufen was surprised, she didn't expect that his poems could be written so well.

That Hu Aimin lost, he didn't have the face to stay here, and walked away in despair.

There was a competition of poetry, and a master of literature exploded, and everyone felt that the trip was worthwhile.

The three of Chen Zhong also thanked him a lot, and when they were about to leave.

Wu Yu stopped him and said, "Little brother, do you have time to come to the park to enjoy the lanterns at night?"

Chen Zhong glanced at the mother and daughter, and saw that they nodded, and said, "Yes, it is an honor to be able to watch the lantern with the teacher."