The next step is the official start of the third round of competition. Since this is the final, the key to winning the first place in this poetry competition in one fell swoop is the next. The three talents who entered the finals have arrived in the middle of the hall, and each of them has made a special appearance in the conference.
In front of the arranged square table, ink was laid and paper was laid in preparation. As for the results of the second round, Meng Xinghe's direct victory was no longer novel at this time. What everyone was concerned about was who was the top pick in tonight's poetry competition.
In the last round, Meng Xinghe's eccentric way of introducing wine, sex, wealth and power into one word, and using this word to convey the full meaning of the text, outperformed the other four contestants. How he will outsmart the others in this round is what everyone is most concerned about.
The competition hasn't even started yet, but the three contestants are already communicating with each other on the field.
Meng Xinghe is usually very low-key. He just grinds graphite in the hall and waits for the third round of questions to be revealed. Since he has won two games, he does not want to lose to others easily in this final. Even if it is not for his own face,
You should also fight for those three thousand taels of silver!
Ma Wencai, who was standing next to him, had nothing to say to him. Zhao Haoran, the number one talent in Taoyuan, who was separated by a gap, said out of curiosity: "Brother Meng has won the first place in two consecutive rounds. I really admire you."
"Reward, reward, win by chance." Meng Xinghe said politely. This Zhao Hao gave him a pretty good impression, a humble gentleman.
Zhao Haoran responded with a smile. "Brother Meng, you have to do your best in the third round. You are not the only one who wants to be the leader!"
"Of course, being able to compete side by side with Brother Zhao for the position of leader is already a great blessing in life. Even if you lose, there will be no regrets." Meng Xinghe laughed a few times, looked around and continued: "Brother Zhao, I still have no regrets.
In my humble opinion, the position of leader is either mine or yours. The others are just green leaves to serve as foils."
"Haha!" The two of them looked at each other and smiled. How could it be that Ma Wencai, who was in the middle, couldn't hear the secret message? Zhao Haoran and Ma Wencai thought that it was possible to beat him. Meng Xinghe was the elder, and he was not his opponent in terms of talent and learning.
The arrogant words and words that are being spoken to him now are nothing more than an attempt to disgrace him and make him look embarrassed.
Ma Wencai smiled contemptuously, "Humph! When an egg touches a rock, you overestimate your own capabilities."
Just as the three people in the hall were secretly competing, the sound of the start of the third round of competition sounded, and the red cloth on the three couplets in the middle of the hall was all unveiled.
The question for the third round of the competition appears.
Everyone looked at it curiously and saw three couplets with plum blossoms, orchids, and chrysanthemums, three kinds of flowers called "gentlemen" respectively.
The host briefly introduced the rules of the competition. Choose one of the three paintings and compose a poem in the shortest time. The person whose poems are at the top in terms of literary talent and artistic conception will be the leader of the poetry competition.
As soon as the rules of the competition were announced, the three contestants immediately picked up their pens and wrote without any hesitation.
It only took half a cup of tea for the three people in the hall to finish writing, and the three of them handed in their papers almost at the same time.
Zhao Haoran looked like he was sure to win, and his eyes were satisfied with what he had just done. Ma Wencai also looked confident, looking arrogant to everyone, and he seemed to be confident that he would win the first place!
Compared to the two of them, Meng Xinghe, who was standing at the edge, looked downcast. It seemed that he had not performed very well just now, and the hope of being the leader had been dashed!
The waiter handed the contestants' articles to the hands of the two ultimate judges.
The two judges did not open the review immediately. Instead, Du Ruhui withdrew three articles, stood up, and said to everyone present: "This poetry contest in Taoyuan County has ended in the final third round. I
I am honored to make the final decision with Mr. Ma. The three talented people have all submitted their own works, and now I will read out the works of all the talented people for everyone."
Mr. Du was polite and then opened the first article;
This is "written by Ma Wencai of Taoyuan!"
“From the time when the son was called the king, the fragrance was fragrant, and the orchid in the empty valley was fragrant all over the world.
~Growing and raising several pots will bring out the charm, and lead me to read poetry and beautiful chapters.”
“What a poem!”
Mr. Du had just finished reading, and everyone below shouted in unison.
Just four sentences, it can be regarded as an excellent piece of writing. Ma Wen was only in the last round, but he performed very well. His father, the county magistrate, and his uncle, the school administrator, had smiles in their eyes, and even Mr. Du nodded in approval.
What he did was recognized by everyone, and Ma Wencai looked at Meng Xinghe proudly, as if he was showing off.
Meng Xinghe had a dull expression. When he saw Marven Cai being proud, he whistled to him in a low voice. Then he stretched out his right hand and gestured with a middle finger.
"day!"
There is no other way to describe Ma Wencai's arrogant expression. When everyone present saw Meng Xinghe's rude movements, most of them disdained him, and only a few people secretly learned this technique.
Mr. Du finished reading Ma Wencai's work and picked up the second article.
This poem was written by "Taoyuan Zhao Haoran."
"The plum blossoms and snow are not willing to fall in spring, and the poet writes in simple strokes.
~Although the plum blossoms are less white than the snow, the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.”
quiet!
Surprisingly quiet!
No one cheered, and no one said yes! Mr. Du took Zhao Haoran's work and read it several times. Compared with Ma Wencai's "Ode to Orchid" poem, this poem about plum blossoms is more obvious.
The author has unique originality. He makes the static plum blossoms come alive, which is a good article.
Just then, the crowd that had been silent burst into an overwhelming applause. Zhao Haoran's Yong Mei was obviously better than Ma Wencai's Yong Orchid. At this moment, Ma Wencai's face turned blue, and Zhao Haoran's performance undoubtedly ranked second.
The position of leader and leader is no longer available to him.
Ma Wencai was defeated, and Zhao Haoran naturally smiled. He saluted Meng Xinghe and said, "Brother Meng, I am here to listen to your masterpiece."
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Compared with Brother Zhao's poem about plum blossoms, I was embarrassed to hand in the paper."
Having finished reading the masterpieces of the two talented men, only the last article is still in front of Mr. Du. The discussion below has already started buzzing.
"I wonder if what Meng Hualiu has done can surpass Zhao Xiucai?"
"Tch! Zhao Xiucai is the most talented person in Taoyuan. How can Meng Hualiu compare with him?"
"I can't see it. Meng Hualiu has won two games in a row. Maybe he will win the third game as well. By then, Meng Hualiu will be the number one talent in Taoyuan."
While everyone was chattering about who would win the first prize in this year's poetry competition, Mr. Du picked up the last article.
He first opened it and browsed it carefully, then closed it and sighed a few times.
"Written by Mr. Taoyuanhualiu."
Mr. Du paused for a moment, and then saw him memorizing the article he just read.
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
~There is no need to strive for spring, and once the crowd is jealous, it will be scattered into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
Like Zhao Haoran, it is also a poem praising plum blossoms, and it uses the format that Meng Xinghe is best at. Master Du only read it once and memorized it, which shows that the technique of this poem is so high that people can memorize it silently after just one glance.
No one was silent, no one applauded. When Master Du read this poem, almost everyone shouted just two words.
"First!"
"First!"
"First!"
Everyone's affirmation has shown that Meng Xinghe's work is one of a kind. Whether it is the previous song "How much sorrow can you have" or the current song "Scattered into mud and crushed into dust", it is simply deeply shocking.
Meng Xinghe's poem about plum blossoms is not only about praising plum blossoms, but also praising the nobleness of plum blossoms. It can also be said to be a kind of human character. The reason why he wrote this poem was partly for the competition and partly for the sake of the man in the attic.
Miss Shi Yu is a prostitute but not a prostitute. She proposed eight poems for the competition, and she put a lot of thought into each one. She must have been feeling sentimental about her life experience in this brothel, but she couldn't get real relief, so she was inevitably sentimental. Meng Xinghe
I wrote this poem to praise the plum blossoms, and I just did it as a favor.