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Liu Zhiqing's expression was quite relaxed and freehand. I've been reading the last poem tonight. After reading it, I wrote a few comments and passed. The entire Daoan Poetry Conference is about to come to an end.

Wu Xiangheng was eager to announce the result to the outside world, but because there was still a work that had not been reviewed, although he knew that there would be no more changes, he had to finish the program, so he smiled and said, "Zhiqing, have you seen it?"

However, Liu Zhiqing ignored it and stared at the plain paper in his hand with a strange look.

Wu Xiangheng was puzzled and asked again: "Zhiqing?"

Liu Zhiqing still didn't speak, and his lips began to move - when he reviewed the works, he usually recited them silently, and then picked out the questions to talk about them. But now, when he was reading the poem in his hand, he looked at it, and his emotions were involuntarily immersed in it. His two lips opened and closed, and he read out loud:

"...Feedling fan and scarf, while smiling, the masts and oars were gone. The homeland is wandering, and the affectionate one should laugh at me..."

The voice became louder and louder, and it became like a chanting. When I read the last sentence "Life is like a dream, and one of them is reborn as a moon in the river", my hand slapped the desk: "Good words! Peerless good words!"

A inkstone on the desk was slapped, and the ink was splashed. Fortunately, it did not cause any damage. Instead, his hands were dripping ink and were covered in darkness.

This incident made the other three stunned. They looked at Liu Zhiqing very unfamiliarly, and their minds were a little overwhelmed.

Mr. Song had a longer experience and had the most firmness in his heart. He frowned and walked up, reached out to take the lyrics, and said, "Zhiqing, let me see."

He didn't believe it, and there are any lyrics that can compare to Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao" -

This is also a song "Nian Nujiao", but the name of the lyrics is not indicated. The calligraphy is a bit strange. The title is "Nostalgia", which is beautiful and beautiful, obviously from a woman's hand. The characters in the main text below are iron-painted and silver hooks, and the atmosphere is serene:

"This is not right."

Song Wenbo felt quite strange. There was no such thing, a poem, and the handwriting of two people. He immediately suppressed his questions and continued to read.

However, I only read the first three sentences: "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes..." The old master's eyes became a little straight, and his mood suddenly became wrong.

At this time, Wu Xiangheng and Lin Yuanshan both found that something strange had changed. They quickly surrounded him and stretched his neck to see what poems were written on the ordinary plain paper. It had such magic that it could make both Liu Zhiqing and Song Wenbo lose their composure.

Every word, every sentence, every passage is read, three sighs sound almost at the same time.

After they finished sighing, Liu Zhiqing, who was standing aside, asked, "Old Song, what do you think?"

Song Wenbo was still immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics and could not extricate himself. After a long time, he finally raised his head: "Majestic and exciting, open-minded and profound, and embraces the past and present in one stroke. Once this lyric comes out, there is no "Nian Nujiao" in the world."

Everyone was worried and silent, let alone comments. They wanted to pick out some flaws, but they had no choice but to read them repeatedly. Every time they read them, they sighed. This poem uses the ancients to express their feelings, integrates the description of scenery, history, and lyricism. It is simply a gem, which is enough to be amazing.

If Guo Nanming's song "Nian Nujiao" is enough to dominate Jizhou, the song in front of him can be arrogant and has more capital to recite.

After a while, Liu Zhiqing remembered something and quickly said, "Look at who the author is for?"

So eight eyes gathered together, staring at the last signature of the lyrics—

"Written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the Pengcheng Jiangteng Escort Agency Poetry Association..."

Who is Ye Junsheng?

The four of them looked at each other, all in a daze.

...

At this time, some people in Dao'an Mansion were still on. The business of selling midnight snack stalls on the street was booming. There were many customers visiting the stalls, and the voices were mixed. Some of the topics were talking about the Dao'an Poetry Conference held on the Tongjiang River.

It can be seen from this that the influence of poetry meetings has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The "bang" sound turned out to be the light of the lamp blossom slightly exploded.

Guo Nanming put down the book in his hand, frowned, and a burst of blood and blood. He couldn't help coughing a few times, feeling quite uncomfortable. He simply stood up and stood in front of the window, raised his head to look at the deep night outside the window.

After a knock on the door, he suddenly turned around, but unexpectedly, he saw Aunt Liu pushing the door in and was suddenly disappointed.

Aunt Liu saw the ginseng tea placed on the desk and drank only half of it, but the rest became cold. She said, "Young Master Ming, it's getting late, so let's take a break soon."

Guo Nanming said "Yes": "Aunt Liu, go to bed first."

Aunt Liu packed up her cup and said, "Young Master Ming, do you still have to wait for the final result?" But she thought to herself that although the young master said there was no suspense, she still cared.

Guo Nanming said calmly: "Well, since you have participated, you must naturally know the result."

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "I don't know how it was done there. It has not been announced so late. Previous poetry meetings have been settled early in the morning."

Guo Nanming said: "Maybe there are more works in this year."

Aunt Liu said: "It should be, so what if there is too much? I don't think they are qualified to fight with you, the young master, and it's just a waste of time."

Guo Nanming smiled proudly.

He came to participate in this poetry fair just to win the first place.

...

The final result was not announced for a long time, and everyone waiting outside was a little impatient. After all, it was not a good time to be cold, and the discussion started to begin:

"What's going on? Why don't the list of the last three?"

"That's right? Guo Nanming and his friends have all reviewed their works. What else can I find?"

"In my opinion, Zhang Zhiyuan must be the third one. It is estimated that the first and second ones are difficult to decide, so it has delayed time."

"The first thing is Guo Nanming. Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao" is combined with allusions in a delicate and natural way, and the words are used to describe sentences, and they are perfect. Who else can I do?"

"It's hard to say, Peng Qingshan's "Nian Nujiao" has a high artistic conception, a blend of scenes and seamlessness, and may not lose..."

The debate outside was spread to the pleasure boat, and Peng Qingshan was not convinced, but he was really good at heart: He had read Guo Nanming's "Nian Nujiao" and wrote it very well, and it really did not disappoint the name of "the number one talented man in Jizhou". But Peng Qingshan was reluctant to give up the disadvantage. He felt that his "Nian Nujiao" was also unique. After all, the art of poetry is different, and there is no absolute standard for measuring it. Everything depends on the taste angle of the poetry club's evaluation.

Is it myself or Guo Nanming?

A big question hangs in my heart, and I feel very anxious.

"It's revealed!"

There was a sudden scream outside, and then it was like a boiled porridge, which suddenly became loud and noisy, with a tide of noise, making my ears hurt.

It's too messy and can't tell for a while.

Even though Peng Qingshan was as calm as a mountain, he couldn't help but feel anxious to know what the final result was. So he pricked up his ears and vaguely heard the saying "Guo Nanming got the second place", and his heart suddenly felt like honey that had melted, sweet enough to overflow. As for other sounds, he couldn't hear it.

Guo Nanming had to be second, so what's the suspense about the first place?

Of course it is Peng Qingshan!
Chapter completed!