"But I think that since you are also standing on this stage, you are all the best people of this year."

"No matter who wins the championship this time, I, Su Yuqi, will personally contribute 50 yuan and contact publishers for you to print, publish and sell your poems."

Su Yuqi's words won warm applause.

You must know that writing poetry is relatively small, even if you can write very good poems, unless you can mass-produce it, it is still difficult to make money.

Otherwise, people like Fan Deli would not come to participate in the competition for the appearance fee and for the cake that Zhang Jingya drew for him.

So Su Yuqi personally contributed 50 yuan, which is very generous for a poet who has just debuted.

"Su Yuqi, I love you."

"Master, you are the goddess in my heart."

Some audience members in the audience have already started shouting.

Su Yuqi's move once again added a strong touch to her personality and image.

Next came the audience guessing session. In just 3 minutes, the program team received a total of [-] text messages.

Of the [-] pieces of information, [-] pieces are in support of Le Dongsheng, [-] pieces are in support of Mr. Van der Li, another [-] pieces are in support of An Zhiruosu, and the remaining [-] pieces are scattered support. Three other players.

In short, no matter who it is, everything is biased towards the direction of happy life.

In the middle of the auditorium sat a middle-aged man in a loose gray robe.

The middle-aged man has a manicured beard, and the overall look has an artistic style. His eyes are slightly narrowed and he is carefully looking at the central stage.

This middle-aged man is Guo Sujin, a very noisy poet on the Internet.

In order to get the first information on the scene, Guo Sujin bought tickets.

Guo Sujin took out her mobile phone, took a photo of the stage, and posted it on Weibo and Poetry Forum, and said: "I have arrived at the scene, everyone will wait and see, I conclude that this championship must be a happy life, as for Let’s just watch it as it is... His poems won’t be too bad, but they definitely won’t be better than Happy Life, because I judge that he was invited by the program team.”

"If my judgment is wrong, I will give you 10 yuan in red envelopes! Let's wait and see."

Behind the stage, Zhang Jingya and a total of ten employees from the program group also looked at the stage nervously, took out their mobile phones, and sent a group of text messages in support of An Zhiruo Su.

"I'm not worried about whether An Zhiruosu can win the championship, because it's a piece of cake for him."

"The only pity is the right to attribute the poem "Jinse"! This should belong to An Zhiruosu's glory."

The employees of the program group gritted their teeth with hatred.

Zhang Jingya blinked her eyes, she looked calm and human on the outside, but she was looking forward to like a cat in her heart.

……

All this complicated process is over.

on the stage.

Qi Fang, who was wearing a red dress, was smiling, her eyes sparkled, and she said in passionate, generous and rhythmic words:

"I think everyone has been impatiently waiting."

"The mentors have spoken, and the audience has also voted through text messages. Now, let's get to the real topic of our competition!"

"This competition is divided into three rounds."

"In the first round, the six contestants on the field each recite an original poem that has never been published before, and the themes are free to play."

"Next, the first round of competition officially begins!"

Chapter 25

As Qi Fang's words fell to the ground, the lights on the entire stage were turned off, leaving only a beam of light falling on the leftmost contestant.

It was a fat player with a label on his chest: Huang Chu.

Huang Chu, a player who reached the final one by one from 120 contestants.

The camera focused on his body, his face.

Every subtle movement and expression of his is exposed to the eyes of the audience.

Huang Chu's expression was a little nervous and expectant, the microphone was fixed to his mouth, and he spoke slowly:

"The next poem I'm going to recite to you is a poem I wrote after seeing a lotus in a wetland park in my hometown's mother river before participating in the poetry conference."

"So far, I think it is the best song I have played, and I call it: "Qijue Xiahe""

After a brief introduction, Huang Chu began to chant:

"A piece of fragrance is free from dust, and the wind and dew by the water are clear and no one is there. It is late at night, the moon is cold and the green clouds are together, and I lean on the railing alone to lose my soul."

Yin falls.

The whole venue burst into thunderous applause instantly.

After the applause, the three tutors began to score and evaluate the poem.

Mr. Jiang Yong was the first to speak: "Huang Chu went from the first period to the last period. He passed the answering part and the poetry part. It was really not easy along the way. Now this poem also shows that he is not bad. writing power and foundation."

"The whole poem describes the scene in the front, and the scene expresses my mood in the back, especially the sentence of leaning on the railing and breaking the soul, which is written right into the heart."

"Very good, out of [-] points, I scored [-] points."

Jiang Yong held up the sign in his hand, with red Arabic numerals written on it: 80

Then Su Yuqi expressed her own opinion: "Huang Chu's writing skills and level foundation are fine. It's just that the first half of the poem is describing the lotus, but the second half is about moonlight and clouds, as well as expressing his sadness. Feeling."

"I personally think that the lotus should symbolize a kind of nobility and cleanliness; it may be very good to use the lotus to express one's mood, but it is not appropriate to use the lotus to express one's mood."

"Therefore, I can only give this poem seventy points."

Su Yuqi raised the sign in her hand.

Then Professor Luo Bin also conducted some analysis, and finally gave a score of [-].

After the average of the three instructors, the score was rounded to 73 points, which did not reach the excellent line.

Next, Xuan Chang and Zhu Peng wrote poems respectively. The level of the two of them was not far from that of Huang Chu, and they scored 75 and [-] points respectively.

It's not particularly amazing or good, but it's definitely not bad either.But if you want to say that they have been passed down through the ages or become famous for a while, the poems of the three of them are not qualified enough.

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