First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 29 The second round of looking at pictures and composing poems, (5000 words large chapters for all kinds)

  When the total score was determined, the entire venue was in an uproar, and the peace of mind became a hot topic of discussion.

   "This An Zhi Ruo Su is still a bit strong, but compared to Le Dong Life, it is still slightly inferior."

   "It's not worth buying this ticket. I can see these two peaks playing against each other, but that's fine."

   "Isn't it? The TV station has been advertising for such a long time, it is not particularly disappointing after all."

   "Now I am already faintly looking forward to it. The two players have just started the first round of PK, and Happy Life has won by a narrow margin. I don't know what will happen in the next two rounds."

   "I also look forward to it. It seems that this Anzhi Ruosu is also a capable player!"

  People at the meeting were talking a lot.

The audience in front of the TV took out their mobile phones, took photos on the TV and posted them to the penguin group and the Weiwei group, and then exclaimed: "You know what you expect! The joy of life is awesome! But the first game is PK. It was a fiasco and I look forward to their next game."

  In the center of the venue, the beard-faced poet Guo Sujin took another photo of the stage, and then posted a Weibo:

"From the perspective of a professional poet, "Jing Ye Si" is indeed very good. It is good in all aspects. The only downside is that it is too simple and too vulgar in the vernacular, giving people a feeling as if anyone can write. But in fact this poem is still very difficult."

   "If you don't blow it, you can't black. In fact, if I want to evaluate it, I will give this poem more than 100 points."

   “It can be seen that the program team is also very careful in planning this century war of poetry. The poem handwritten by the gun is of a very high level, and the ‘support’ I found this time is also very hard.”

  "But the excitement is always at the front, and I will boldly speculate in the next two competitions. An Zhi Ruo Su will die very miserably!"

  ……

  When the three instructors finished grading, all the stage lights were on.

  Qi Fang raised his arm and made a downward gesture, and the originally noisy meeting place gradually became quiet.

Qi Fang turned his head to look at An Zhi Ruo Su, a bit of shame on his beautiful face, embarrassed: "An Zhi Ruo Su, you are an excellent poet. I may have said something not good just now, it is just because of my personal level. I’m not able to reach it, I apologize to you here."

  After finishing speaking, the beautiful gold-medal host leaned slightly towards An Zhiruo with a full attitude.

  Li Ang didn't speak, or even made any other movements. He didn't even nod his head, as if everything just had nothing to do with him.

  Qi Fang has been criticized on An Zhiruosu more than once, so she didn't care too much, and then cut the topic with a slight smile.

"Our first round of PK competition has come to an end. The "Bamboo and Stone" of the joy of life won the first place with a score of 120 points; the tranquility of "Quiet Night Thought" slightly lags behind with a score of 116; and Mr. Fan Deli scored 88. The score is third."

   "But! This is just the beginning."

   "We have three rounds of the game. The first round of the game is irrelevant. Whether the latter two rounds can be excellent or whether they can go against the current, that is the real excitement."

  "In the first round, the six contestants each recited their best original poems; in the second round, they started to choose random poems."

   "Our system counts 80 different scenes, and six players make flop selections. Which scene is chosen will be the subject of which scene to compose a poem."

   "Let's take a break and start the second round immediately."

  Participants in the venue and the staff enter a rest state.

   and TV has entered the interstitial advertising interface.

  ……

  On the stage, Van der Li's goatee expression was a bit ugly.

  His old face was full of shame: "I thought of "Zhu Shi" that was lost to the happy life, but I didn't expect that the quiet "Jing Ye Si" is so good and so wonderful."

   "I thought I could get second no matter how bad it was, but I didn't expect it to be the third now."

   "The feathers that I have been cherishing for the rest of my life, I have all been discounted in this poem conference!"

  Vanderly thought to himself that if he were not on stage, he would have been sad to drink two sips of wine.

  Huang Chu and other three contestants looked helpless.

  They are sad to find that they are here to make light bulbs and make green leaves as a foil. With their level of poetry, facing the two people of Happy Life and An Zhi Ruo Su, they are not even worthy of shoes!

As for the happy life with the same mask, the complex and nervous pupils flashed a three-point relaxed meaning: "This Anzhi Ruo Su is really strong and abnormal, but fortunately, the first round wins by a narrow margin! I should Can win the championship."

  In the program group behind the stage, the faces of all the employees and Zhang Jingya flashed a bit of pity.

   "It's almost, it's almost equal to the music life!"

   "Actually, I feel the calm and tranquility of "Jing Ye Si" is very good, catchy. Looking up at the moon and looking down at my hometown, what a great poem."

   "I think so too, but there is no way we have no one's mentor who has the right to speak."

  Zhang Jingya also felt a little regretful.

  In fact, "Quiet Night Thought" and "Bamboo Rock" are indeed a bit difficult to distinguish, but it doesn't matter, because there will be two rounds of PK in the next.

  Next, there is a good show to watch.

  ……

  About two minutes later, the program continues.

  The stage lights are all turned off, leaving only the beam of light on Qi Fang and the huge display screen glowing in the center.

  "The second round of poetry PK competition now begins."

   "Eighty cards will appear on the screen, and the contestant will draw one of them at will, and then compose a poem based on the content on the card."

  Qi Fang explained the PK rules to the audience and participants.

The sound of    fell, and a dense array of small cards appeared on the screen, just like the arranged playing cards.

   "Next, hand over the stage to player Huang Chu."

  A yellow beam of light appeared and fell on Huang Chu on the far left.

  Huang Chu faced the big screen in the center, then stretched out his finger and pointed at one of the cards at random.

   "The eighth card in the third row, I think it is predestined." Huang Chu said.

  "Are you sure it is the eighth in the third row?"

   "OK."

  "Okay, the eighth in the third row, please reveal the card!" Qi Fang said, and then the card pointed to on the display screen was turned over and quickly zoomed in to the entire display screen.

  The card is a picture.

  In the picture, an egret is flying in the sky, with green mountains and green water in the background, rippling water surface underneath, and weeds swaying in the wind on the shore.

  "According to the picture, please write a poem! The time limit is two minutes."

  Huang Chu looked at the pictures on the screen, his brows were locked tightly.

  This is an impromptu poem chanting by looking at pictures. The difficulty is much greater than that of casual poem chanting, and there is a time limit.

  "Egret flying..." Huang Chugang said three words, but immediately shook his head and denied himself.

  He crossed his hands together, and the palm of his left hand was a bit pale when he held his right hand.

  In the upper right corner of the huge display screen, there is a clock ticking away, like a urging ghost constantly urging Huang Chu.

   "A little green hill is shining on the edge, water and cloud shadows are leisurely."

   "I don't know where to blow the reed pipe and start the sand-headed egret to sleep."

  Finally, with the last ten seconds left, Huang Chu made such a poem.

  Anyone with a clear eye can see that the artistic conception of this poem is actually not the same as that expressed in the picture, but there is no way. It is really too difficult to look at the picture and compose the poem and it is still within the specified time.

  After finishing the poem, Qi Fang gave the right to speak to the three tutors.

  Jiang Yong, Luo Bin and Su Yuqi respectively analyzed and rated the poem, and the final comprehensive score: 63 points.

   Barely pass, let alone enter the excellent line.

  Next, Xuan Chang and Zhu Peng also wrote poems separately, but they were barely capable. One reached 68 points and the other only had 65 points.

   Then Van der Lie, with a goatee, also flopped.

The face of the    card shows a bright spring scene, with wet ground, gloomy sky, growing velvet grass, and butterflies flying around among the flowers.

  Van der Li is worthy of being a master of poetry. He looked at the picture in a good mood and directly chanted a poem.

   "Small Lips·Spring"

  "The light rain began to clear, and the fragrant wind was soft outside the painted railing. Willow yin turned obliquely. Steps brushed the green moss lightly."

  "Thin grass is like green, I want to be full of spring. Change light shirt. A pair of butterflies. The bottom of the flower is used to flying."

  Ci is a variant of poetry, a new literary style.

  Words have brand names, and each word needs to strictly follow the rhythm of the brand name, mostly expressing emotions.

  I can't say who is good or who is bad, nor can I say who is difficult and who is easy, but in terms of tone, the words are slightly more difficult and more gorgeous than poetry.

  Now Van der Li has made a poem, but it has made the atmosphere of the venue unique and greeted with bursts of warm applause.

  Finally, Van der Li’s phrase reached the level of excellence, with an average score of 83 points, which set off a small climax for the second round of the competition.

   "Just now we have appreciated a poem "Pointing the Lips" by Mr. Van der Li, which allows us to fully appreciate the diversity and beauty of ancient culture."

   "Then the next player to appear is also the player most anticipated and focused on, masked poet: Happy Life!"

  "At the opening ceremony of the Poetry Conference, the song "Jinse" by Le Dongsheng surprised us to the point of scalp tingling; in the first round of the finals, his song "Bamboo and Stone" once again made us feel emotional."

   "Then in the second round, our masked poet is happy to live, can he continue to maintain his glory?"

   "Let's give the stage to the music life, let him show us the charm of poetry again."

  After Qi Fang's impassioned speech, the pale yellow beam of light has shrouded the body of Joy Life.

  The audience and friends on the scene ushered in a burst of warm applause, and some iron fans and little fans raised their arms high, shouting the pen name of Le Dong Sheng.

  Under the light, the eyes on the black mask of Le Dongsheng trembled slightly, and he cast his gaze on the large screen with 76 brands left in the center.

  "Please flop!" Qi Fang said.

  "The third in the second row."

  As Ledong's words fell, the card he was pointing turned over and quickly became bigger on the screen.

  In the screen, a row of willows stands on the edge of the river bank, and the surrounding area is empty without people. The breeze blows, the willows swing slightly, and the catkins fly above the sky like snowflakes.

  Le Dongsheng looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth under the black mask slightly raised.

  Sure enough, this picture of catkins.

  Thanks to the old man who walked through the back door to find out these cards in advance, and also thanks to the famous poet who he found early for writing poems about catkins.

   now comes in handy.

  Although the poem "Catkins" has been well-known in my heart, Le Dongsheng still closes his eyes and pretends to think hard.

  Time is ticking by.

  With the last ten seconds left, Le Dongsheng spoke.

  "The spring breeze is all over the city, and thousands of trees run around the imperial ditch."

   "Flying flies are all over the sky and no one is seen, so I have no time to leave for a year."

   is not too good.

Compared with "Zhushi" and "Jinse",    is even worse by at least two or three grades.

  But this is improvisational poetry. Looking at a picture and then composing a poem in one minute, it is much harder than the meticulously crafted poem.

  The poem fell, and there was applause in the venue.

  Although this poem is not as good as the previous two poems, it is expected; although the gap is large, it is only slightly disappointed and does not affect the overall situation.

"I don't know much about poems, but I personally feel that the poem of "Ledong Life" is quite good. The flying catkins are full of people, highlighting the theme of catkins; and the last sentence is to express my emotions. "

   "Of course, I'm not a professional. I'll leave it to the three instructors to evaluate it specifically."

  Qi Fang praised, while shifting the stage and focus to the three mentors.

  Tutors commented on it one after another, commenting on the poem's pictures, expressions, and emotions.

"Compared with "Zhu Shi", this poem is at least two grades behind. Although it also has its own emotions, it does not have the catchy and touching feeling; it is three grades worse than "Jinse". ... But since this is an improvisational poem, it is considered good to be able to achieve this level. I give it a score of ninety points." Mr. Jiang Yong first made an evaluation.

  After that, Luo Bin and Su Yuqi also expressed their own thoughts. In the final evaluation, one score was 86 points and the other was 93 points.

  On average, the song "The Catkins" by Joy Life scored 89.6 points, which is 90 points for the time being rounded up.

  The audience on the field and the audience in front of the TV were disappointed and some were expected.

"Compared with "Jinse" and "Bamboo and Stone", it is far behind. But it is reasonable. If he really writes a poem that is not inferior to "Bamboo and Stone", then this happy life will be true. It’s a metamorphosis, it’s really time to spread through the ages."

  "A genius is a genius, but which one does not need to be settled for a long time. Hearing his voice is still so immature and young, he will definitely rise to the next level in the future."

  Everyone is evaluating the joy of life.

Including Guo Sujin, the poet who watched the show at the venue, he also took a picture of the live music on the stage and posted on Weibo: "The live music is already very powerful. This "Catkins" only barely reached an excellent level. Because of improvisation."

   "But I decided that this guy must be a super master in the poetry world in the future, a much better master than me and Van der Li."

   "As for peace and quiet? He is not qualified to be comparable to Le Dong Life."

  Guo Sujin made the judgment and conclusion.

After several tutors rated him, Qi Fang spoke: "The Catkins of Happy Life is a lot worse than the previous two, but there is no perfect person, so he is a more true poet. Let us do it for you. Happy life, applaud and cheer."

  The crowd burst into applause.

  On the whole, the poem "Catkins" does not lower the compulsiveness of happy life, but makes everyone feel that happy life is more close to the people. After all, it is impossible for people to be perfect.

  The applause ended, and Qi Fang looked at the last An Zhi Ruo Su, with an expectant smile on her face: “Next, it’s our turn for the 96th masked player An Zhi Ruo Su to play.”

   "His last song "Quiet Night Thoughts" is still unforgettable for me, so this time I look at the pictures and improvise poems, can I still maintain my level? Is it better or worse than the music life?"

  "Next, please focus the lights on No. 96 Anzhi Ruosu."

  The words fell, and the light yellow lamppost shrouded Li Ang.

  I couldn't see his expression under the black mask under the light, but the eyes were still calm as if a pool of stagnant water, without ripples.

  "Are you ready? No. 96 is in peace."

  Li Ang did not speak, but nodded slightly.

  The big screen in the center of the stage flickered, and a total of seventy-five cards appeared.

  Li Ang followed with a finger, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "That's it."

  Although the screen is large, there are too many cards. Other players have detailed which row and which row, but An Zhi Ruo Su just simply said that.

  For a while, Qi Fang was a little confused, and she asked again: "Excuse me, player number 96, do you mean the sixth in the third row?"

   answered her, still in a few words without emotion: "Whatever you want."

  Qi Fang is a little helpless, but she has become accustomed to eating derogations in front of An Zhi Ruo Su, so she smiled slightly at the audience and said: "No. 96 An Ruo Su, choose the sixth in the third row, please flop."

  The voice fell, the card was turned over, and then quickly became bigger and occupied the entire huge screen.

  On the screen.

  A carriage was parked on a small mountain road, the mountain road zigzags up, with red maple leaves on both sides. In the distance, there are hazy white clouds and faintly visible wooden houses on the horizon.

  The whole picture presents a comfortable and natural feeling.

  "Please compose poems according to the content of the screen. The time limit is two minutes, starting now." When the words Qi Fang began to fall, the upper right corner of the screen has entered the countdown state.

  Drops, drops, drops.

  But, just three seconds later.

  No. 96 An Zhiruosu spoke up.

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  (End of this chapter)