Little Farmer Big Star

September 11, 6:30 pm.

The title of the third round of knockout appeared on the official website of the Huaguo Poetry Association on time.

Everyone was originally guessing, will this round of topics also be related to family relationships? But the official of the Writers Association is not going to ask this question, but like the first round, it is a question of looking at pictures and writing poems.

And it's a landscape portrait. It's just that the picture of this picture is very simple and hazy, just a few hastily sketched a general outline.

In the distance is a mountain, and there are a few birds flying in front of the mountain. Nearby is a river, winding but wide.

On the shore is a row of willow trees, and in the middle of the two willow trees, an old man stopped.

This is the content of the whole picture, and it is also the topic of this round of competition.

After seeing the picture, netizens complained one after another. This question is very different from the previous two questions, and the picture is drawn so casually, simply and hazy, so that there is no beauty in this picture at all.

The official gave such a simple and hazy painting and asked everyone to write a poem based on this painting. What is the purpose?

This is a question that many netizens are thinking about at this time.

"Such a simple picture, there are still mountains, water, trees, and figures. The main elements of landscape painting are not lacking. It's just that no matter how you look at it, you can't see any beauty?"

"What does this mean? What good poetry can you make when you look at this picture and write poetry?"

"Hey! Who knows, I really feel sorry for those contestants. I think they must be scolding mothers in their hearts at this time. What the hell is this topic?"

"Haha! Don't you think this is interesting? After half an hour, let's see what kind of works they have made."

"..."

Netizens do not understand. Li Fan pondered for a while, but he understood the official intention. He smiled lightly, "It does make some sense."

Li Fan understood it, Yan Mu, Mo Bai, Du Feng and others thought about it carefully and understood. In fact, after pondering for a while, the participating poets also understood.

Everyone is a top 16 player, and their comprehension is naturally not bad.

Officials asked everyone to write poems based on this painting, that is, to make this hazy picture clearer through writing poems. Let readers imagine the beautiful artistic conception of this picture through the author's poems.

Whose works make readers see more beautiful scenery, then his works will naturally be more excellent.

Everyone wants to understand the official intention, but the difficulty of operation is not small. Is such a poem so good? And there is only half an hour left, which is indeed a problem for the top 16 to advance to the top 8. On the surface, it seems easier than the first two rounds of questions, but it is actually much more difficult.

The 16 contestants closed their eyes and meditated. Of course, Li Fan's servant may have to be excluded.

Those writers who have been eliminated are also meditating at this time. Although they have been eliminated, this does not prevent them from writing poetry. They also wanted to try the poems they made, how different they were from the works of the 16 guys. Some people are still a little unwilling.

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Just as the authors were pondering the verse, some netizens gradually figured out the meaning of this question.

"Haha! I know the purpose of this question. This is to let us see the scenery of this painting clearly through their poems."

"The talent upstairs. Doesn't that mean that which side makes us see the more beautiful scenery, we will vote for which side? Oh, it's interesting!"

"It seems that we misunderstood the official of the association. This question is good and creative, I am looking forward to it. Haha!"

"Not bad, not bad! I don't know which master wrote the question? Give him 10,000 likes,"

"..."

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Beijing, the headquarters of Hua Ge Poetry Association.

Han Zhong laughed and said, "Old Bai, your question has won unanimous praise from netizens. This is something that has never happened in the previous two rounds of questions."

Bai Yi smiled bitterly, "Netizens are happy. But some authors are probably cursing me in their hearts at this time.

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Liu Yuan smiled and said: "Not some, probably most of them. This poem is really not easy to write. For half an hour, I was anxious for them."

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Half an hour really went by quickly. Many authors submit their works at the last time while slandering.

Li Fan submitted his work early. His opponent in this round was called Qi Xin, who was a seeded player who directly advanced to the finals. Li Fan is not very familiar with it.

In this round, Yan Mu, Mo Bai, and Du Feng also had their own opponents, and they did not meet directly. If nothing else, all three of them will advance to the top 8.

"Oh, it's out."

At this time, whether it is Han Zhong, Bai Yi, Liu Yuan and others, or the vast number of netizens, their spirits are all lifted. What kind of works can the contestants submit? Everyone is looking forward to it.

This time, they did not switch to Li Fan's competition interface first, but chose to read poems by other authors first. They want to save the good for last.

The same is true for the three Han Zhong.

"Well, this poem isn't bad. It's very rare to be able to write such a poem in half an hour." Han Zhong said.

"As expected of the top 16 players, although I can't say how good they are, they can still do it. Not bad, not bad." Bai Yi also said.

Liu Yuan smiled and commented: "Yan Mu is worthy of being the champion last year. His works are a notch higher than most people, and even higher than Mo Bai and Du Feng. Even Fei Yang Du is a bit inferior. The only one who can compare to him is that kid. Let me take a look at his works this time."

As soon as Liu Yuan clicked on the game interface where Li Fan was, he heard Han Zhong intoxicated.

"The egrets fly in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the mandarin fish is fat in the flowing water of peach blossoms.

Green caskets, green scallops, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Beautiful, beautiful! This time, the boy wrote the words. But it's a beautiful picture. "

Bai Yi also praised: "The high place is the flying egret, the low place is the joyful flowing water with delicate peach blossoms floating, and the fat and tender mandarin fish swimming just right in the flowing water. The first two sentences changed the original blurred picture. It is clear and beautiful. "The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return", which creates a hazy picture of the misty and rainy water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The wind is sloping and the rain is thin. Why did the fisherman in the hat and the scorpion forget to return home? I'm afraid I was attracted by the scenery in front of me and forgot to go home. Even the fisherman forgot to go home, how beautiful is this scenery? This kid's technique is worth a thousand words."

Liu Yuan said at this time: "This poem turns the old man in the title picture into a fisherman who is catching fat and tender mandarin fish, and the whole picture becomes vivid immediately, which is indeed not simple. More importantly, this poem is very It's easy to understand, netizens can completely imagine the beauty of the whole picture based on this word. This is much more beautiful than the picture we express in words."

Han Zhong nodded and said, "That's true, then we won't appreciate this poem, and leave it to the netizens to imagine for themselves."

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(To be continued.)