I really didn't think about the superstar

Chapter 83 Writing Poems

The two stood by the riverside and watched for a while, Hu Xinyue looked a little moved, and excitedly pulled Lin Hao's hand and said: "Lin Hao, let's try it too, I heard that putting lanterns on the Lantern Festival is very effective."

Lin Hao couldn't bear to hurt her elegance, so he agreed, "Okay, I'll buy two."

There was a small vendor selling lanterns next to the river. Lin Hao walked over and picked out two exquisite lanterns, and also bought paper and pen.

Hu Xinyue held a pen and paper, and deliberately avoided Lin Hao, writing a note mysteriously.

Lin Hao wrote casually: "I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival!"

After Hu Xinyue finished writing, she put the note into the lantern, walked carefully to the riverside, and bent down to put the lantern down.

She seemed a little afraid that Lin Hao would see the contents of the note, which was indeed her secret.

"Lin Hao, I'll let you go." Hu Xinyue waved to Lin Hao who was standing motionless by the river.

Lin Hao shook his head, squatted down beside her, and smiled: "It's better to put this thing down by yourself."

He placed the lantern on the water, and the two of them glanced at the colorful lanterns in the river for a while, then Hu Xinyue got up and asked, "Lin Hao, what did you write?"

Lin Hao shook his clothes, stood up, stared at her, looked at that beautiful face like jade, and said softly: "Secret."

"Cut, I don't care about it." Although she wanted to know the answer very much, Hu Xinyue said so.

"What did you write?" Lin Hao tilted his head and asked her.

Hu Xinyue's lips curled into a smile: "I also keep it a secret."

"Then let's keep it a secret." Lin Hao is not a person who likes to ask questions, so he stopped asking.

The two walked 100 meters along the street, and Lin Hao suddenly saw a crowd of people in front of them.

Hu Xinyue glanced at it strangely: "What kind of activities are going on there?"

Lin Hao shook his head and said, "I don't know, just look at it together."

The two walked over, but found that a shop selling cosmetics in front was doing activities to attract customers.

There are really not many stores that are so diligent in promoting their products during the Lantern Festival.

The two walked over to take a look, and the first thing that caught their eyes was a big red paper, which read: Poetry competition, collection of poems with the theme of the Lantern Festival, first prize, 1 yuan in Huaxia coins.

The second prize is a set of Huakou cosmetics worth 5000 yuan.

The third prize is a set of Huakou cosmetics worth 3000 yuan.

This Huakou cosmetics is an internationally renowned brand, expensive, and a well-known luxury brand.

Lin Hao stared at the eye-catching title with the theme of Lantern Festival, and was taken aback for a moment.

At this time, many onlookers also expressed their poems one after another.

One of the old men even chanted with pride and ambition: This year's Lantern Festival, I am in Yingbin Street.Lu Yu advertised, the first 1 yuan.

When Lin Hao heard this erroneous poem, he suddenly felt that his ears were offended. What kind of poem did this old man write? It was nonsense.

However, this old man was enjoying it, and he didn't know how bad his poetry was, so he said shamelessly: "Boss, look at my poetry skills, do you think I should be awarded the first prize?"

As soon as the boss heard this poem, he was already passed over. Then he saw that the old man was shameless and said that he was very good at reciting poems. He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such shameless people.

Since everyone still has business in the store, the boss said with a smile: "Old man, your poems are still a little bit worse."

The old man blew his beard and stared, "What's wrong, can't I correct what's wrong?"

The store owner didn't know how to answer this, and looked at this vexatious old man in embarrassment.

Lin Hao and Hu Xinyue looked at each other and thought this old man was a little funny.

"You ask everyone to judge, are my poems good? Is there anything wrong with it? It's too much. Just ask anyone who knows how good my poems are." The old man said, glanced left and right, It just so happened that Lin Hao and Hu Xinyue were not far from him.

He looked at Lin Hao and said: "Young man, you come to judge Li'er, whether the poem I just wrote can win the championship."

Some onlookers secretly laughed when they saw that the old man actually pulled others to ask questions.

Many people looked at this unreasonable old man as if watching a good show.

"Master, I'm afraid your poem is still not good enough, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to win the first prize." Lin Hao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the old man to ask himself. As a good student, Lin Hao still said truthfully.

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard Lin Hao's words: "I can't get the first prize according to the young man, but there is hope for the second prize."

Lin Hao: ...

Hu Xinyue covered her lips and snickered, Lin Hao was a little bit dumbfounded, the uncle's brain function is still quite powerful.

Lin Hao really didn't dare to compliment him, he said: "Master, I can't say this well, you should ask other people."

"You know it, you can? Then come on, young people don't know what to do." Hearing what Lin Hao said, the old man didn't understand what he meant, so he snorted.

Then I was very unconvinced and asked other people.

Others don't take care of his face like Lin Hao, one of them took the trouble to say: "Old man, what kind of poetry are you doing, it's just nonsense."

"What did you say?" The old man glared: "Try saying it again."

The person next to him was not afraid of him, and said, "Your poetry doesn't make sense."

The old man suddenly became angry: "Young man, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

"Old man, I'm telling the truth." The person next to him said disapprovingly.

"Old man, you, don't make any more trouble. Your poem is not on the stage at all." The other person couldn't stand it anymore, and said aside.

"Uncle, you need to go home and hone your poetry skills for a few years before you can reach your level of poetry."

"Master, let me see you, don't show everyone the fun here."

……

In the crowd, many righteous people spoke out.

The old man originally wanted to argue with the young man why his poetry is not good, but at this moment he heard everyone talking about himself.

His old face also became hot, so he kept silent, so as not to be laughed at.

Lin Hao stood in front, and with a thought in his mind, he directly clicked on the system page. There were many poems about the Lantern Festival in the system, one of which Lin Hao felt good about.

"Do you want the first prize?" Lin Hao looked at Hu Xinyue next to him and said suddenly.

Hu Xinyue raised her head and glanced at him: "Can you get it?"

Lin Hao smiled slightly: "I can try."

Hu Xinyue bit her red lips and said nothing, but her eyes were filled with expectation.

Lin Hao stepped forward and said, "Boss, I have a poem here, I can lend you a pen and paper."

The boss hurriedly handed Lin Hao a pen and paper.

Lin Hao spread the paper on the table in front of him and started writing immediately.

The fire tree and silver flowers are red, and the sky is open to promote the spring breeze.

The new love is in a hurry to start, and the old things are shockingly recalled in a dream.

I hope that you will become adults temporarily, and you may wish to stay in the moonlight forever.

It takes time to enjoy the lanterns, and it may not be the same next year.

This is a poem by Zhu Shuzhen from the Song Dynasty in another parallel world. It is good both in terms of artistic conception and rhythm.

(End of this chapter)