It was already 4:30 in the afternoon, and the second stage of the literary gathering had reached its final phase.
At this time, the contestants who advanced all posted their last poems. The highest score was seven points, and the lowest score was three points.
Everyone looked up at the big screen.
While waiting for No. 108, even the competitors felt a strong sense of anticipation in their hearts.
The last of the four stages of life, without fear of setbacks, what kind of work will No. 108 produce?
The nine judges also held their breath.
Zhou Xingjian, Ning Zheng, and even Song Tianzong all looked in this direction after hearing a call from Song Yiyao.
But there was no movement from No. 108 for a long time.
In fact, Shen Xian was thinking, whether to use Li Bai's "The Hard Road to Travel" or Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo"?
After considering for a while, I decided to use "Ding Feng Bo".
In the near future, we will use "The Road Is Hard" again in international academic exchanges.
Thinking of this, Chen Xian published this poem.
["Ding Feng Bo: Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind"]
【Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, why not just hum and walk slowly. 】
[A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, so who is afraid? ]
【A raincoat to protect you from the rain and mist. 】
[The chilly spring breeze sobers me up, it’s a little chilly, but the slanting sunlight on the mountaintops greets me. ]
[Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear. ]
This poem can be regarded as one of Su Shi's ten masterpieces. It shows his stubborn character and open-minded mind, which is not afraid or depressed despite repeated setbacks in adversity. The whole poem is inspired by the scene and the language is humorous. It is also a famous piece of work through the ages!
When this happened, the whole audience fell silent, and even the comments in the live broadcast room became much quieter.
But the next moment, there was a sudden wave of noise and applause in the hall!
At this moment, more than 90% of the literary masters in the hall were impressed by the talent of No. 108, and they all applauded!
Song Yiyao, whose heart was as stagnant as a pool of water, suddenly became excited!
She felt her blood flowing, boiling, and roaring, and every cell in her body was cheering.
Cheering for Chen Xian!
"Where is your limit?" Song Yiyao couldn't help but whisper to herself, her eyes fixed on the big screen on the ninth floor, which was getting brighter and brighter.
When Shen Yun saw this scene, his heart ached.
Sure enough, money and talent are the things that can most conquer women.
Even Song Yiyao was impressed.
If I had known this earlier, I would have put in more effort when studying.
It’s not to the point that I can’t exert strength on Song Yiyao now.
Shen Tunan stood up suddenly and slapped the table: "It's amazing, don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting the forest, why not hum and walk slowly... What a free and easy mind!"
"In just a few words, he has revealed the truth of life. No. 108's realm has far surpassed the level of the competition!"
Wen Cangyu was also unable to hide his excitement: "Neither wind nor rain nor clear... It's obviously about wind and rain, but it makes people feel the calmness that transcends suffering. What a strong heart it takes to write such a poem!"
Chu Feng was even more amazed: "This poem perfectly combines the Confucianism's enterprising spirit and the Taoism's detachment! The rain and mist represent the courage to face difficulties, and the clear sky represents the wisdom to transcend gains and losses."
"This poem is enough to put all contemporary writers to shame!"
"Those people in the poetry association are just seeking fame and reputation, using the poetry association as a springboard, but they are unable to put their heart into producing good works. Look at No. 108!"
Zhou Xingjian hurriedly walked to Zhou Wan's side. At this moment, the excitement and admiration in his heart urgently needed to be shared with others.
So he found Zhou Wan and said, "Xiao Wan, take a look at this poem. This is what a poem should be!"
“This song ‘Ding Feng Bo’ not only has exquisite words and phrases, but also shows an extraordinary realm of life!”
"This is no longer a competition, but a life philosophy lesson for all of us!"
"No. 108, I would like to call him the Immortal Poet, no, the Emperor of Ci!"
Zhou Wan raised his head and looked at Zhou Xingjian: "Are you really that excited?"
Zhou Xingjian nodded solemnly: "As for that!"
Song Tianzong also saw this poem, tapping his fingers on the table, muttering to himself: "I have lived for most of my life, and have also fought for most of my life. Today, I was actually convinced by a poem. At this moment, I truly understand what it means to have no wind or rain, and no clear sky."
Many people were excited in the live broadcast room.
"Just hearing this word makes my blood boil. Not the kind of blood that gets excited, but... how should I put it, a kind of blood that makes me calm down!"
"A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse... We pursue luxury cars and mansions all day long, but are we being constrained?"
Zhang Hongting said to Yao Duoer, "We in the Poetry Association have studied poetry and songs for a lifetime, but we have never known what it means that there are always people better than you and there are always things better than you. This poem seems to describe the scenery, but it actually describes the heart. The four characters "Yi蓑烟雨" (a rain cape covered with mist) tell the true meaning of life. No. 108 makes us rediscover what real literature is!"
The final ranking is out. In the second level, No. 108 ranked first with a terrifying score of 144 points!
The second place is No. 37, with 98 points!
The third place is No. 45, with 97 points!
…
144 points, extremely dazzling.
You know, in the last literary gathering, Zhang Hongting won the championship, and his four levels combined only gave him 120 points, but now, No. 108 has scored 144 points in just two levels!
This was still the first stage, when No. 108 had only published 12 poems.
"It's incredible." Zhang Hongting was a little frustrated, but more convinced.
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