Chapter 42: I am a very humble person!

"I want to write poems and drink wine overseas, but Gouliu is in West Lake again? It seems that this Lu Yuan is indeed a little real."
"Hehe, Grandpa's vision can't be wrong, I said he has the talent to learn from him!"
"Grandpa, a couplet can't explain anything, it can only show that he is not an ignorant person who is qualified to enter the poem meeting. With so many people present, which one is not brilliant?"
"Hehe, I know you have a very high vision. By the way, have you heard the song "To Alice"? He created it."
"I have been thinking about ancient poems these days, but I haven't listened to them yet."
"If you have time to listen to it, this piece has already been incorporated into the teaching material. After listening to it, you will know why Grandpa takes this young man so seriously."
"If someone is really talented, he will shine in this poem meeting! If he can be in the top three in the poem meeting, I will consider him."
"You are too demanding. There are very few men in this world who are proficient in everything. Unless he is a genius, I think he is good enough and very humble. He doesn't have the shame of these literary talents."
"No! My requirements will not change, even if I never meet them in my life, I will not change! It would be nice to be alone!"
"Hey, you are...hey...how do you say hello..."
On the high platform on the second floor, Old Man Chen looked at the granddaughter with a beautiful face and a book, and suddenly shook his head and sighed in his heart.
This granddaughter is good at everything else, she is also very talented...
Just the brain is broken.
Where in this world is there a man so talented?
Isn't this nonsense?
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This time the poems will be divided into two schools.
Classical poetry and modern poetry.
Since ancient times, literati are relatively light.
Proponents of modern poetry think that the proponents of classical poetry are pedantic, and those who only care about it have nothing new. .
Proponents of classical poetry feel that modern poets have no foundation, the poems are not written with much depth, and they are not as talented as modern poets, so the content is really sick and moaning tightly.
The two factions compete in poetry contests every year. Everyone hopes that the faction he supports can suppress the other faction, but every year is evenly divided. Apart from the slight difference, it is basically a fight. Tie...
After all, whether it is classical poetry or modern poetry, there is no distinction between high and low in history, and the only difference between the best and the poor is the level of poets.
However, those who can really enter the poetry club are all the best in the Chinese coefficient of prestigious universities. They are naturally outstanding in literary attainments. If you really want to distinguish the level, it is really very difficult, so the judges are naturally scoring. The score line of almost 9 points fluctuates, and there are few low scores and very few high scores. The annual winners are only a few tenths higher on the similar score line. There is no absolute crushing situation.
Therefore, in this case, one more person and one less person in the two factions are a matter for them.
Lu Yuan has produced a couplet that no one has done for a long time, and he is also a rare talent in the eyes of this group of people!
Talents are naturally contested.
If Lu Yuan hadn’t been pitted by Li Dongqiang, he might be sitting at the Classical Poetry Society eating fruit and mixing time, occasionally watching this group of literati pretending to be forced, applauding in a hearty place by the way, and making a lot of it. ,but now……
The situation is not so good.
"Lu Yuan, you said, you now have two passes and two seats, where do you choose!"
"Yes, where do you choose, is it classical poetry or our modern poetry!"
"..."
The light was very bright, as Lu Yuan's smile was slightly bitter but barely showing.
In an empty space in the aisle not far away, a few staff members carrying cameras hurriedly pointed the camera at Lu Yuan and shot the video. The reporter next to him who was recording the live broadcast also quickly wrote that the documentary expression was very excited...
At this moment, whether they were jealous or disdainful, or watching the lively poetry club members all stared at Lu Yuan, waiting for Lu Yuan's choice, the atmosphere became a little bit embarrassing.
"Can I choose to stand and watch? I think it's good to stand." After seeing so many people staring at him with so many eyes and the sound of taking pictures, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
He felt that no matter what he chose, there would be problems.
"No way!"
"No! Must choose!"
Shen Rong and Dao Yuting blurted out almost at the same time.
"Ah, no, my stomach hurts, it hurts so badly, where is the bathroom? I'll go and make it easier..." Lu Yuan looked at so many people, instantly becoming wise, turning around and holding his stomach without saying anything. Run towards the toilet on both sides.
Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy!
"Wait for him to return!"
"OK, alright!"
Dao Yuting and Shen Rong smelled a little gunpowder, then turned back to their seats.
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Lu Yuan ran to the toilet, and subconsciously took out his pocket.
Disappointment is always spreading.
He originally wanted to light a cigarette and hide in the toilet, and waited until the poem meeting was almost over before he came out to take a form, even if he escaped like this today.
But I don't know which buddy has diarrhea, the toilet rumbling like firecrackers, and the sound is so unpleasant, it almost vomits.
How could Lu Yuan, who didn't smoke, resist this kind of bombing? Finally, he cursed MMP in his heart and ran out of the toilet speechlessly.
Standing under the light, looking at the two passes in hand...
Forget it, go to the father.
After all, you have to choose one.
Lu Yuan hesitated slightly, after all, under Shen Rong's sigh and Dao Yuting's excited gaze, he walked towards the direction arranged by the old man and sat down.
The talented and beautiful people of the classical poetry school saw this scene, and their faces were somewhat complacent. As for the modern poetry school, they all stared at Lu Yuan, jealous, speechless, angry, finding fault...
In short, there are various expressions.
If his eyes could kill people, Lu Yuan probably would have been too late.
"Xiongtai, not bad! I have vision! My name is Xu Xiaonian, and I have been looking forward to it!"
"Um, my name is Lu Yuan, and I’ve been longing for a long time..."
As soon as Lu Yuan sat down, there was a young man in Hanfu who spoke to Lu Yuan next to him, and clasped his fists in a polite manner.
Lu Yuan also posed like him, but Lu Yuan felt stranger as he got around.
The thief is not used to it anymore.
"It's great, Xiongtai, you can come here to make our classical poetry society really shine!"
"Huh? Actually I don't know much about poetry, I'm just a layman, just come here to learn..."
"Xiongtai is humble. If you are a layman who is able to travel abroad, want to write poetry and drink alcohol, and stay in West Lake, if you are a layman, wouldn't I be worse than farming? Xiongtai, don't be humble Now, you are showing off so humble..."
"I'm lucky, I'm lucky... I don't have much real talent to learn, in fact, it's too vulgar." Lu Yuan looked at Xu Xiaonian's admiration look really embarrassing.
At the same time extremely embarrassing.
"You are too modest. By the way, I got inside information. This year's test is farmers. Use farmers to write a poem. Do you have any insights on this?"
"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No, I don't know how to write poems. I think you can do it!"
"Everyone must write...this is the rule of the game."
"Huh? The rules of the game?"
"Yes."
"A reward?"
"The top picks in each round are awarded with honorary certificates..."
"I'm not asking about certificates, I'm asking about bonuses?"
"Yes, there are, probably around 50,000 per round."
"fifty thousand!"
Lu Yuan, who was originally silent, just wanting to go down like a salted fish, suddenly had a light of excitement in his eyes.
Farmer?
and many more……
I……
Thank you elementary school Chinese teacher!
Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a little hilarious.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"It's nothing……"
The two were discussing below. On the upper stage, there was a burst of music like the opening ceremony. Then, a few old men sat on the judges' seats, and in the most partial position, Mr. Chen...
"Dear gifted scholars and ladies, good evening, everyone, today, our poems will be very honored to invite..."
After the host came to the stage for a brief introduction, the whole light dimmed, and then, underneath the hustle and bustle suddenly became silent.
A poem test question was slowly announced on the big screen behind the stage...
The test title is "Farmers"!
"Farmer, hehe, that's the case. Fortunately, I'm prepared, Xiongtai... Xiongtai? Huh?" When Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan, he saw that Lu Yuan excitedly picked up the brush and dipped the ink. I scribbled it on the rice paper on the table...
Xu Xiaonian wanted to take a look, but then found that Lu Yuan's characters were written in a mess.
Ok……
He didn't even see what Lu Yuan was writing...
This brush calligraphy is really...
special?