"Which province's poetry association is this? It's so strong!"
"I think these two ancient poems can be included in textbooks!"
With the publication of the two poems, the ancient poetry forum, which had been silent for a long time, became lively again.
Outside the Yueyang Tower, many people looked up at the poem "Looking at Dongting Lake".
Yao Duoer became nervous: "No. 108 already has 18 points."
Zhang Hongting said: "Don't panic, I still have a few high-quality songs."
Wu Zhe and Wang Jie beside him also said: "We will each have two quatrains to perform later."
Only then did Yao Duoer feel relieved.
The ranking immediately began on the big screen. No. 108, with a total score of 18 points, ranked first.
No. 45, got 6 points for the first song, 8 points for the second song, total points of 14 points, ranking second.
No. 37, the first song got 6 points, the second song got 7 points, the total points were 13 points, ranking third.
Over the years, no one has ever seen anyone score 18 points with just two poems.
Ning Zheng, Song Tianzong, Zhou Xingjian and others who were far away in Kyoto were also watching the battle.
It’s not just because they value the development of traditional culture, but also because several respected old men are here today.
When Zhou Xingjian saw the two poems, he exclaimed: "This No. 108 has an incredibly strong foundation in poetry. I will never be able to write these two poems in my entire lifetime."
“Is poetry culture finally going to have someone who can take up the banner?”
"I really want to meet No. 108."
Zhou Xingjian spoke while taking Qingqing with him.
"It may not be an individual. If a person can write two poems of such high quality, why is he not well-known? It may be the association that inherits traditional culture best."
Zhou Wan was sitting next to them. She was not interested in poetry at first, but she knew that Shen Xian was there today, so she was paying attention to it and said, "I don't know which province's poetry association is so strong this year."
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Xian's figure appeared in her mind, and she tried to ask: "If these two poems were written by the same person, what do you think?"
"Then he is a god." Zhou Xingjian said.
"Chen Xian?" The pronunciations of Shenxian and Shen Xian are very similar. Zhou Wan heard it wrong and was stunned.
Zhou Xingjian glanced at her and said, "Forget it. The artistic conception of these two poems is very high. The author must be over 40 years old. Chen Xian... is not qualified enough."
Zhou Wan curled her lips: “You are over fifty years old, and you can’t write it, so why do you say that Shen Xian is not qualified?”
"If you can do it, go ahead and write me a 90% poem."
"Write it down and I'll admit that you're right."
"If you can't write it, I don't think you are qualified."
Close to the face and open wide.
Zhou Xingjian's breathing even stagnated.
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