Little Farmer Big Star

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association. www. biquige. info

Han Zhong said with a smile: "As expected, everyone's reaction to this question is a bit big."

Bai Yidao: "That's for sure. The love story between Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru has been talked about by people for thousands of years. There are also many people who have tried to write Zhuo Wenjun's poem again, but everyone always feels like it's too late." It is a pity that the poem written is not Zhuo Wenjun's. Now, we use it as a test question for this round, and everyone's interest is naturally very strong."

Liu Yuan also said: "It's not only the netizens who are interested, but also famous scholars, including some people who study history, are probably also interested. But we should not expect too much, everyone's poems this round should not be too brilliant. "

Han Zhong nodded and said: "No one has been able to write this poem well for thousands of years. Of course we don't expect them to write any good poems within half an hour. We just regard it as a topic, a It’s just a difficult subject.”

Bai Yi smiled and said, "Although that's the case, I'm looking forward to it. Especially that kid, I don't know what kind of promise he can give to such a question?"

Han Zhong also said with a smile: "I am looking forward to it too. But don't expect too much. After all, he is still very young, and it is almost impossible to write this poem well."

...

Beijing, a residential area.

"Do you want to write a poem for Zhuo Wenjun? Interesting." Yi Tian, ​​a professor of history at Capital University, also became very interested in this question.

He likes history, studies history, and is naturally very familiar with the story of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru that has been passed down for thousands of years. I also feel very sorry that the poem written by Zhuo Wenjun in the story has not been recorded in history.

He had carefully studied relevant literature records, including official history, unofficial history, and folklore, etc., trying to find clues about this poem, but he found nothing.

Of course, it is quite possible that this poem never existed at all, and naturally there will be no record. The statement that Zhuo Wenjun once wrote this poem was also processed by later legends.

But in any case, without this poem, it is a great pity for this story that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Now, the Huaguo Poetry Association actually took this as the topic of the competition. This made Yi Tian very interested in it, although he didn't believe how good the poems could be written by the eight contestants. But he was curious what kind of poems the contestants would write.

Like Yi Tian,

Professors and teachers in many universities across the country, especially those in the departments of history and literature, have shown unprecedented interest in this round of competition.

Of course, they are basically just curious, but they don't have any hope for the result. Because it may not be difficult to write a good poem, but from Zhuo Wenjun’s point of view, to supplement the poem in this story and be recognized by everyone, it is not a question of whether it is difficult or not, but a fundamental Impossible.

Otherwise, the poems written by many poets for thousands of years will not always be rejected by people.

It can be said that the whole country, whether it is celebrities or ordinary netizens, is just waiting for the final result with a curious attitude.

...

It's just that everyone doesn't know that a person who doesn't belong to this world is also participating in this poetry meeting.

The world where this person originally lived also had such a beautiful story, and it was more complete than the story of this world. The poem that made Sima Xiangru change his mind and made the world regret for thousands of years was also handed down along with the beautiful story in the world where this person originally lived.

The poem is called "Baitou Yin".

Now, it is being typed word by word by Li Fan on the computer.

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon among the clouds.

I heard that you have two ideas, so you come to make a decision.

Today's wine fight will be at the water head of Mingdan ditch.

On the imperial ditch, the water flows from east to west.

Desolate and desolate, you don't need to cry when you marry.

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.

How curled up the bamboo pole is, and what the tail of the fish is!

A man is full of spirit, why use money and knives for it!

This original and authentic poem will soon meet the world, and it will make countless people in this world ecstatic!

...

Half an hour passed quickly, and the time came to seven o'clock in the evening. Countless people waiting in front of the computer couldn't wait to read one poem after another.

Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan watched and commented.

Han Zhongdao: "Not bad, not bad. It is worthy of being the author of the top 8, and the poem itself is still very good."

Bai Yidao: "The poem is pretty good, but it's just a little moaning, it seems very empty, has no emotion, and basically has no sense of substitution. The poems of Yan Mu and Fei Yang are better, but I still feel that it is impossible for Zhuo Wenjun to write the poem. .”

Han Zhong continued: "This poem is really not easy to write. Fortunately, we have prepared it in our hearts. Let's forget about the background of its creation and simply appreciate the poem."

Bai Yi smiled wryly: "That's the only way. It's just that many people should still be disappointed. Maybe we shouldn't ask this question, so that everyone won't be disappointed."

Han Zhong sighed, "Maybe. Hey, why are we the two talking? Why didn't Lao Liu say a word?"

It was only then that Han Zhong and Bai Yi realized that Liu Yuan hadn't said a single word since the work came out. This is really strange, Lao Liu is not a person who likes to be silent.

The two looked at the direction of Liu Yuan's seat at the same time, and saw Liu Yuan staring at the computer screen motionless, as if he was intoxicated in some kind of event.

The two gentlemen were puzzled for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly looked back to the computer screen. According to their previous habits, they put Li Fan's works at the end to appreciate, and they haven't seen Li Fan's works yet.

There is only one reason why Liu Yuan is so fascinated at this time. That is to see a poem that can fascinate him, and this poem can only be Li Fan's.

Han Zhong and Bai Yi clicked on Li Fan's poem, and after a while, expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.

Soon, like Liu Yuan, he was intoxicated in this poem.

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Beijing, a residential area.

"Oh? It's already out, let me take a look." Yi Tian rubbed his neck with his hands, took a sip of tea, and then started to look at the entries.

"Oh! Sure enough. Just as I thought, these poems are good poems by themselves. But no matter how you look at it, they don't seem to be written by Zhuo Wenjun. I want to completely imitate Zhuo Wenjun's heart at the time and write this poem. It really is impossible to do a poem."

Yi Tian looked down one by one, and he couldn't say he was disappointed. He is an expert in history, and he knows the difficulty of writing this poem. It is impossible for these young poets to complete what so many people have not accomplished in history.

Just suddenly, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his face was full of disbelief. His hands trembled slightly.

"This, this, this..."

...

(To be continued.)