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

Chen Zhong had lost that mood, and said, "Master Wu Yu, hello, I'm going to leave."

"Why is that? I want to enjoy lanterns and sing poems with you." Wu Yu quickly introduced, "This is the creator of the 'net' I just mentioned, a very talented poet."

The literati immediately showed surprise.

To be honest, they can't write that kind of poetry in 2 minutes, which is enough to prove their excellence!

"Because I'm not from the Writers Association." Chen Zhong replied.

Wu Yu immediately lowered his face and said, "Joining the Writers' Association doesn't reflect how high a person is. Some people just don't care about fame and fortune. This little brother is such a person."

Seeing that he understood him quite well, Chen Zhong became relaxed.

Because Wu Yu was still the vice president of the Huaguo Writers Association, everyone became kind to Chen Zhong.

In fact, most of the people are still very good, and soon they met poetry again, and the atmosphere got along very well.

The country park is very large and the water area is very wide. After a while, a boat came.

Chen Zhong was surprised and said, "So they were waiting for the boat."

"Let's go, little brother, it's better to enjoy the lanterns this way." Wu Yu was very enthusiastic, and said, "Don't take what happened just now to your heart, people will encounter injustices wherever they are, and we need to deal with them with a big heart. .”

"Thank you, Teacher Wu Yu." Chen Zhong respected him now.

It is an honor for ordinary people to invite people to such a party despite their plain life.

The reflection of the light in the water, with the ripples of the water, makes people's hearts seem to be opened.

"Honey, look at the lights over there, it looks like it's raining." Chen Zhong pointed.

"It's really beautiful." Su Ziying's eyes seemed to be stained with color, flowing.

Many literati also took out their cameras to take pictures.

That Li Jie was refuted just now, he has been cautious, thinking about how to return it, and said:

"How can the lanterns be missing the poetry link? I see there is a tree over there, whoever writes the best poems, how about hanging the lanterns on the highest place?"

"Okay, okay." The literati are also competitive, thinking that their creations are good, and no one will accept others.

Li Jie turned to be quite intentional: "Mr. Chen's website, let us appreciate it very much, why not compare it together? Let us continue to experience your literary talent."

Su Ziying tugged at her sleeves and said, "He wants to make a fool of you, don't agree."

She thought that Chen Zhong's win at the blind date meeting should be a fluke. With so many writers, how can they compare?

Chen Zhong didn't care and said, "Then let's compare one by one, the most important thing is to participate."

The latter sentence makes people look down upon it. Who wants to win? People who say this generally have no confidence.

At this time, the son of the fruit king pulled out a box of money and said, "I decided with a few businessmen and friends that the top ten will be divided in this competition.
Ten to six winners will be awarded 1 yuan, five to three winners will be rewarded 5 yuan, No.2 is 1 yuan, and No.20 is [-] yuan. I look forward to your wonderful poems. "

When these literati communicate with each other, how much they regard money as dung.

But after seeing the golden money, I feel that this "dung" has a fragrance.

The judges were soon formed, and one of them said: "Since it is a lantern viewing, people hope to meet a wonderful love here.
They are all passers-by here, plus their mental journey, let’s use this as the theme to create, and the creation time is set for half an hour. "

Everyone nodded, took out the paper and pens that had been prepared and wrote.

Chen Zhong didn't write it down as quickly as he imagined at the blind date this time.

Instead, he looked at the trees, lanterns, stars in the distance, and Su Ziying nearby, with tenderness in his eyes.

In fact, writing poetry is not as long as possible. Those who are quick-witted and quick-witted can write quickly and well.

Several have been completed in succession.

The son of the Fruit King saw that Chen Chong was still not writing, so he couldn't help asking: "Why can't you write it?"

Chen Zhong said lightly: "I'm brewing."

"Brewing? Don't brew the quality is not good." The reason why the son of the fruit king came to find fault.

It was because he questioned him when he entered the door just now, and he was also jealous that he was accompanied by two women, who seemed to be mother and daughter.

"Hehe, you are wrong, little fruit," Chen Zhong said solemnly, "There is a question, have you noticed that the scene when squatting in the pit,

Most of the feces that come out immediately are thin, while those that have been brewed for a long time are very thick, so sometimes, time can also be equated with quality. "

The King of Fruit felt nauseous for a while, and left without even bothering to address him.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Chong could not continue writing, he knew that he had achieved the effect, so he finished writing slowly and finally handed it in.

The judges took the literati poems of various writers' associations and commented on each other.

After a while, one of them said: "We have selected the top ten for everyone to enjoy and read. If you have any objections, you can raise them.
No.10 is Wang Shuhao from the Dream City Writers Association, and the title is "Appreciating the Lantern Is Appreciating People's Hearts""

Everyone looked at each other, this topic is very sharp, better than many people.

The judge read:
"The light is red, representing my blood
The light is blue, representing my broad mind

The light is gray, representing my state of confusion

I am a passerby, I want to come here to meet a love

The light is cold, cut my passionate heart
......"

Everyone has no opinion. Some poems seem to be very straightforward, but they just separate the paragraphs. In fact, as long as there is a poetic eye, the whole can be made alive.

One of them seemed very happy and said: "I am No.10, I am No.10!"

He is a member of the County Writers Association at the door just now, and it is normal to be happy to win the city-level and provincial-level people, let alone get 1 yuan.

Another judge said: "Let me read these nine poems aloud. This is "The Street with Lanterns and My Lovely Me" by Zhou Youlan, a beautiful poet from our Jiangcheng Writers Association——

"There are yellow lights, green lights, red lights, and lights of other colors on the streets of lanterns.
I, a playful little girl, bathed in neon rain, is so beautiful
Wandering in the sea of ​​love, not everyone can be baptized
I, a flirtatious little girl, am waiting for the one who provokes my heart
......"

Some people already have a premonition that they will lose, because the nine players are very strong, very cheerful and full of flavor.

The reading continued from bottom to top, allowing people to appreciate many wonderful poems.

The judges had just finished reading No.2, and Xiao Guoguo joked on the sidelines: "Isn't your brewing quality very good? Why didn't I see you?"

"Isn't there still No.1 left?" Chen Zhong said calmly.

He didn't know whether he was selected, and although he had confidence in himself, he was not sure that the judges would appreciate it differently.

Xiao Guoguo was sure that he wasn't selected, so he turned his eyes and said, "Why don't we make a bet, if you are not No.1,
Just jump off the boat and swim to the other side of the river. If you are No.1, I will jump off and swim to the other side of the river. How about that? "

In this cold weather, it would undoubtedly be suicide to jump off.

However, those literati were full of interest in this other bet, but they also said one after another:

"The participating literati are all well-known, and the level of poetry written tonight is very high. It is impossible for this young man to become the number one."

"If he agrees, he's a fool."

Su Ziying and Huang Shufen hurriedly pulled him, motioning him not to agree, they really couldn't do without this man.

Chen Zhong said: "Okay, I agree, and everyone will appreciate the swimming style of Xiaoguo later!"

Everyone shook their heads one after another. After all, they were young and vigorous, unable to withstand the excitement.

At this time, the main judge Wu Yu said: "The No.1 poem is written by Mr. Chen Zhong, "Lovesickness"—"

"What? Did he really get No.1?"

"Here are people with 50 to [-] years of creative experience, can't they be better than a young man?"

Everyone was unconvinced.

Wu Yu didn't say anything, but proved by reading aloud:
"I must be very careful, passing under my feet

Tread lightly, as if stepping on soft sand
The tide is on the rock of the chest

turbulent; shattered into blossoming lights

Every flower hides a you
Or turn into green fish

Eyes are like bait, you can catch them when you put them in

black tree roots deep in the sky

The higher nights have the stars of childhood
if they were also like fish

Then every branch will be filled with

If you pass by for thousands of years, you are like a fish
And only to be snatched by one side"

Everyone was stunned, there is no need to comment on this.

Only this young man is the most suitable for the theme, and there are many classic and famous lines in it.