Our whole class has traveled through time

"Dang Dang Dang..." Three gongs sounded.

"Everyone, be quiet. Today is the annual poetry conference of our Dexuan Hall. Don't worry about having no friends in the future. No one in the world knows you. It's hard to know your friends in life. The most valuable thing about friends is to know each other. Today we set up the stage here. Anyone who is talented below can come up and make friends through literature. Well, without further ado, I would like to invite the first group of contestants to the stage today."

"Qin Kai is in the first group..." Qian Xiaoxiao spotted Qin Kai.

After Qin Kai came on stage, he looked for Qian Xiaoxiao and the others in the crowd. After seeing Qian Xiaoxiao, Qian Xiaoxiao gave him a reassuring look, and he relaxed a little.

Qin Kai walked to one of his tables and stood, waiting for the order to proceed.

"Okay, be quiet, the theme of our first group of poems today is 'spring', let's begin."

Qin Kai thought about the poems about spring in his mind.

Last night, Xiaoxiao taught them a lesson. This was an imaginary dynasty, so those great poets did not exist.

In order to test her idea, Qian Xiaoxiao specially found Song Yan and read him a song "Ode to the Goose" and a song "Compassion to the Farmers" on the spot.

Song Yan said he had never heard of it.

Qian Xiaoxiao slapped his thigh, and I got three hundred Tang poems, letting me enjoy myself.

So she immediately wrote down the poems she remembered and gave them to memorize. There was no other way... She had to catch the duck before it was put on the shelves. Who said they hadn't learned how to compose their own poems... If there were previous references, let's use them first!

Qin Kai closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his mind went blank: "Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun Chun"

So he wrote down these four sentences.

Just after I finished writing, the gong sounded.

He wiped the fine sweat from his head.

In the second game, Chen Yue, Lin Haohao, Huang Jianren, and Pan Anzi were all there.

"The second scene uses summer as a poem."

Qian Xiaoxiao's guess was correct. This was based on the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Chen Yue immediately wrote down after hearing the question:

"Climb the stairs to escape the midsummer, when everything is dusty;

Opposite there is a thunder tree, taking advantage of the rain in the street;

The eaves are sparse, the spider webs are heavy, the ground is wet and the mud is new;

After chanting, the breeze rises, and the fragrance of lotus fills the surrounding area. "

The third game is Cai Tianhao, Ampei, Liu Yuming, Hao Jianhua, Yu Nannan.

"The third scene uses autumn as a poem."

The fourth game featured Qin Junyi, Qian Simiao, Hu Tutu, Jeremy Lin, Mo Xuyou, and Liang Bo. In this scene, the two people who were at Heyue Teahouse were also present.

"Teacher, look at that one and the one on the far side, they are the two people we were arguing with." Qian Zhen said to Qian Xiaoxiao.

"Well, is it them?"

"You know him?"

"do not know."

Crowd: ...

"The fourth scene uses winter as a poem."

"Hey, why aren't He Wen and Wu Xiaodong here? Is there a fifth game?" Qian Xiaoxiao murmured in a low voice when he saw that the two others were not here.

Sure enough, after the fourth game, the last game followed.

"The fifth scene is to compose a poem with the theme of Chinese New Year."

He Wen and Wu Xiaodong were the last ones to come on the stage. They were both very nervous. Qian Xiaoxiao found that they would unconsciously look for Qian Xiaoxiao and the others after they came on stage. Only when they saw Qian Xiaoxiao and the others would they relax. Come down.

What he finally handed over was:

“The world is empty, and the years are gone;

The end is frightening, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.

Fate to be exhausted with the year, and forget it with the world;

No more killing Su Meng, burning the midnight oil is not yet young. "

And Wu Xiaodong wrote:

"The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year,

The spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.

Thousands of doors and thousands of households are chaotic days,

Always replace the old talisman with the new peach. "

Qian Xiaoxiao felt relieved when he saw that they had written.

Whether it's well written or not, it's better than a blank paper. I wonder how many of last night's poems they can recite.

In order to prevent them from repeating themselves when answering questions, Qian Xiaoxiao divided the questions into each category according to the possible competitions. Most of them have been learned before, so as long as they memorize the themes and poems, that's about it.

So Qian Xiaoxiao is not worried that they will write too much.

A quarter of an hour later, the results came out.

There were a total of [-] people in the first game, and [-] people entered the game.

There are five games in this game, one with twenty people. If ten people enter the game, half of them will be eliminated.

In the end, all eighteen of them entered the second game.

This was something Qian Xiaoxiao didn't expect. Not one player would fall into the second game.

At this time, the eighteen of them were very excited. This was a sense of accomplishment that they had never had before.