Not only Zhang Hongting, but also the judges in the hall, outside the building, and on the ninth floor were all waiting for No. 108.
Even Zhou Xingjian was looking forward to it.
Also looking forward to it is the Chinese studies master Xu Zijian.
And Shen Xian was also typing away on his phone, writing down the fourth poem.
"Yueyang Tower" written by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.
If I want to relieve my life’s sorrow, I will go to Yueyang Tower on Dongting Lake.
It's a pity that one could have traveled thousands of miles with great enthusiasm, but it was in vain that the dragon saved the overturned boat.
This poem expresses one meaning: the only way to relieve worries is to climb the Yueyang Tower.
People climb up the Yueyang Tower to dispel their sorrows. The last two sentences express the idea that one should face up to the storms, encourage oneself, forge ahead courageously and keep struggling.
Nine points again!
Everyone has become numb.
With four poems, No. 108 currently has the highest total score of 36 points!
Zhang Hongting felt a sense of despair.
That's right, despair.
He was well-read and had studied poetry, songs, and parallel prose all his life. He was able to write various seven-character and five-character quatrains with ease.
He once thought that he was a person who could take up the banner in the field of poetry.
But when he saw No. 108 today, he suddenly felt weak all over.
It feels like an ant trying to shake the sky.
Yao Duoer was so anxious that she jumped up and down, asking what to do.
The stock price of our own company is currently sluggish and continues to fall.
If I meet Shen Tunan and have a blind date with Shen Tunan's grandson, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not, I can definitely raise the stock price by finding someone to publicize it.
But looking at this, it's hopeless!
No. 108 is like a mountain, stretching between heaven and earth, and no one can climb over it.
"Huh, are you feeling depressed and frustrated?" Zhou Xingjian felt the melancholy mood in the poem and sketched out the author's image in his mind.
He should be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who is not doing well in his career.
But he has a very good foundation in poetry and culture.
"I have decided that after the literary gathering, I will have a drink with No. 108," said Zhou Xingjian.
Zhou Wan ignored him, but looked for Shen Xian's trace on the big screen.
In her impression, Shen Xian's poems tend to be romantic and graceful.
She felt that Shen Xian would not be able to write such a sad poem.
"The literary world is revived." Xu Zijian was somewhat happy. "First there was Shen Xian, and now there is No. 108. International academic exchanges will no longer be a problem."
Xu Zijian even expected that in the near future, at an international academic exchange conference, the southern barbarians, who were able to be crushed by the domestic forces, would be powerless to recover.
It consolidates the status of cultural orthodoxy in one fell swoop.
On the ninth floor.
Shen Tunan exclaimed, “I am already eighty years old this year, and this is the first time I have seen four such wonderful poems, each of which can be passed down through the ages!”
As for entering the textbooks, it was simply too easy.
"I want to meet No. 108 right now." Wen Cangyu said, rubbing his hands.
Chu Feng smiled and said, "Let's wait and see what kind of earth-shattering poems he can come up with."
After hearing what Chu Feng said, Wen Cangyu suppressed the itch in his heart and began to seriously analyze the poetry.
After Shen Xian finished writing the fourth poem, he did not stop. He wrote the fifth, the sixth, and so on until the twelfth poem.
The fifth poem is "The mist rises from the Yunmeng Lake, and the waves shake the Yueyang City" by Meng Haoran. It expresses that it is shameful to live in idleness in this era. It is a pity that we can only sit and watch others fishing in the river with envy. We should work harder.
The sixth poem is Li Bai's "The view from the tower at Yueyang ends, and the vast river opens to Dongting Lake."
The seventh poem is from the Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian: I smile before arriving in the south of the Yangtze River, facing Junshan from the Yueyang Tower.
…
Chen Xian threw all the remaining eight hands up at once.
In the end, the big screen was occupied by No. 108, all of it was No. 108.
Outside the building, hundreds of tourists’ eyes almost popped out of their heads.
What kind of god is this?
Zhou Xingjian was also shocked by this action. He sat there motionless, but his pupils were shrinking wildly.
Even if he is a great writer, it would take him a lot of time to polish a popular poem, and it is very likely that he could not finish one in a year.
The key is that some of them are not satisfactory after polishing.
How many years has it been since the last literary gathering?
Five years.
Even if No. 108 polishes two songs a year, he can only write ten songs. The key is that he already has twelve songs.
Moreover, this is only the first level!
"No. 108 is definitely not an individual, it must be a team!" Zhou Xingjian was certain, "No one can do this!"
After a pause, he said to himself again: "If it is really just one person, then... he is really the Immortal Poet!"
The big screen kept broadcasting: "No. 108, nine points."
"Number 108, nine points."
"Number 108, points earned, nine points."
If everyone hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought that the big screen had malfunctioned and was repeating the message.
After the judges finished giving their scores, they were silent for a long time, and no one spoke.
Many people in the hall had given up resistance and were looking at the rankings on the screen in silence.
No. 108, total score 108 points, ranked first.
The second place is No. 37 with 81 points. The key is No. 37, which is Zhang Hongting's team. Wu Zhe and Wang Jie have mobilized their think tank and sent out 16 songs, but only got 73 points.
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