"Meeting Each Other: The Flowers in the Forest Have Lost Their Spring Redness"!
The flowers in the forest have faded in spring, too quickly. There is no choice but to wait for the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening.
Rouge tears, stay drunk, when will it be again? Since life is long, the water flows eastward.
When it comes to the disappointments and regrets in life, who can understand it better than Li Yu?
He lost his country and was later imprisoned.
When this poem appeared on the big screen, everyone was silent, their brains froze, and no one knew how to respond.
All those who came to attend the literary gathering today are the best in this field. They are well-read and proficient in poetry and songs. They can see at a glance the exquisiteness of this poem.
Ana Shen slapped the table excitedly: “Excellent!”
"In just a few words, it expresses the impermanence of life. It is the nature of life that regrets are long and the water flows eastward. This is no longer a simple phrase, but a philosophical thought that strikes the soul directly!"
"Number 108, it's really amazing!"
Song Yiyao stared at the poem in a daze. She had never been moved before, but now there was a complicated expression on her face: "Rouge tears, drunk with each other, so beautiful, yet so painful."
"What on earth has he been through to be able to write such a sentence?"
Zhou Xingjian kept exclaiming: "What a talent! He is truly a talent!"
Chu Feng was also very moved: "This poem is sad but not hurtful, resentful but not angry. In just a few sentences, it expresses the regret of life's failures! Especially the image of the water flowing eastward, which is both realistic and symbolic, sublimating personal sorrow into an eternal sigh."
The live broadcast room was in an uproar: "Brothers, we have just witnessed the birth of a masterpiece that will go down in literary history! This poem is not only beautiful in words and sentences, but also contains profound insights into life!"
“Although I don’t quite understand what you say, it sounds pretty impressive…”
"This word makes me feel sad, but also strangely beautiful..."
"No matter what others say, I like it! This is real art!"
Another nine points!
As everyone looked at No. 108, which was leading by a huge margin, no longer had the slightest thought of resistance in their hearts.
How can we win this?
Each one of them is a dimensionality reduction attack and can be included in textbooks.
"The literary world is about to be revived." Ning Zheng touched his chin.
My stepmother said, "There is hope that we can win the international academic exchange. This No. 108, plus my son, can sweep the Nanman and Xiaoshi industries."
Ning Cai suddenly said, "Is it possible that No. 108 is Shen Xian?"
Ning Zheng was startled: "No way?"
Ning Cai said: "Chen Xian has written "Dielianhua" and "Yi Jianmei" as well as "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Appear" and "Ten Years of Life and Death", all of which are very graceful and sad. Nothing is impossible for him."
Originally, she thought that No. 108 was an old man, but now after listening to the song "Meeting Each Other", the image of a sad and gentle young man suddenly appeared in her mind.
It is very similar to the impression Chen Xian gave her.
So she boldly guessed that No. 108 was Chen Xian.
"Quickly check the live broadcast room to see if there is any trace of my son in it." The stepmother said quickly.
She looked through several live broadcast rooms in a row, and finally saw Shen Xian's shadow in the camera of a small anchor.
In the camera, Shen Xian was sitting there playing with his mobile phone. Only a silhouette was seen, and his profile looked very nice.
The stepmother immediately said, "Who else could it be but my son!"
Now he doesn’t even call him Xiao Shen anymore, he just calls him son all the time.
There's no way, she likes Shen Xian very much.
It is the love that elders have for younger generations.
She felt that Shen Xian was like a piece of blue and white porcelain, very delicate and pleasing to the eye at first sight.
She had never given birth in her life, and now she suddenly had a godson, so she naturally treasured him very much.
Besides...
This godson is doing a good job and might even be promoted to son-in-law.
Very interesting.
…
Contestant No. 108 is like a mountain stretching between heaven and earth, giving people a heavy and vast feeling that cannot be climbed or surpassed.
Many people took a deep breath and quickly adjusted their mindset.
No matter what, the game will continue.
They must persist to the end and see who No. 108 is!
Then, the third of the four stages of life began, becoming indifferent to success or failure.
Zhang Hongting's team was the first to go up. Winning or losing is all dust. After the game, no one is left. The mountain moon waxes and wanes, and it does not startle autumn and spring.
This five-character quatrain expresses the open-mindedness after being indifferent to success or failure, giving people a feeling of detachment from the world.
This poem naturally got nine points, and it is also the best quality poem for Zhang Hongting at present.
But they were not too happy.
Because they know that nine points is their ceiling.
Contestant No. 108 was able to get nine points because the total score was only nine points!
The remaining poetry associations also threw their weight up afterwards, all around 6 or 7 points, but did not cause much waves.
If it were in the previous class, the results would naturally be excellent.
But this time, No. 108 came out, like the blazing sun, shining across the sky, making it impossible for these fireflies to emit their weak light.
The hall fell silent, waiting for No. 108 to make his move.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the big screen jumped and the three big words "No. 108" appeared first.
Then, work No. 108 came out!
Linjiangxian: The Yangtze River Flows Eastward
The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and its waves wash away all the heroes.
Success or failure is all in vain.
The green mountains remain, and the sunsets are still red.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze.
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