Shen Xian walked onto the stage and looked into the distance.
The fireworks filled the sky, brilliant and romantic.
The entire fireworks show lasts for more than ten minutes, and countless people make wishes under the fireworks.
In the distance, a dragon lantern was dancing over, winding and twisting.
"Sir, do you want to write a poem?" asked the host.
Shen Xian nodded: “Yes, where are the judges?”
The host pointed to an old man under the display board. There was only one judge this time.
It was none other than Xu Zijian!
The master of Chinese studies looked at Shen Xian with a smile: “Little comrade, we meet again.”
"Writing poetry or lyrics?" Xu Zijian asked.
Shen Xian thought for a moment and said, “Let’s write the lyrics.”
"Okay." Xu Zijian said.
There were a total of one hundred questions on the display board, and each question was covered with a black cloth.
The young man just picked one, and now there are ninety-nine left.
Shen Xian casually walked to the middle of the display board and pulled off a piece of black cloth.
The above topic is revealed - write a poem based on the image of the perfect spouse in your mind.
Seeing this title, Shen Xian was slightly stunned.
Both Lin Zhixia and Zhou Wan fell silent and fixed their eyes on Shen Xian.
How would he write?
Xu Zijian smiled and said, "You have one minute. If you can write a poem that satisfies me within one minute, you can get one million in cash!"
"The countdown starts now!"
Shen Xian smiled slightly, looked at the fireworks in the sky in the distance, and slowly said: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers at night, and blows down stars like rain."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and looked at the fireworks.
Just as the east wind scattered the flowers from thousands of trees, it also blew away the fireworks, which fell like rain.
This sentence directly describes the scene at the moment.
Xu Zijian said: "It's very vivid, especially the line that the east wind blows thousands of flowers into the night. This metaphor is perfect!"
Chen Xian continued to speak, reciting the second sentence: "The road is filled with fragrance from the BMW and carved carriages. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragons dance all night long!"
The meaning of this sentence is that the road is filled with fragrance from luxurious cars, the melodious sound of phoenix flutes echoes everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually sets in the west, and fish and dragon lanterns dance all night long with laughter and noise.
The lively scene at this moment is fully presented.
Everyone looked up at the bright moon and the dragon lantern again.
"But what does this have to do with writing about women?"
"Yes, it's clearly about the image of the perfect woman in my mind."
"Stop arguing, there's more to come!"
Sure enough, Chen Xian began to recite the second verse: "The moth is covered with golden threads of snowy willow, and leaves with a smile and a faint fragrance."
This sentence means that the beauties all wear bright ornaments on their heads, walk with the crowd with smiles on their faces, and have fragrance on their bodies.
Many women smiled after hearing this.
“It’s so well written!”
“He’s praising us!”
"Does he mean that we are all his images of us?"
Everyone was talking about it.
Xu Zijian reminded: "You still have twenty seconds."
Shen Xian withdrew his gaze from the fireworks, but his attention was attracted by Zhou Wan.
Because Zhou Wan was staring at him at this moment.
Chen Xian looked at Zhou Wan and recited the last line: "I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and found him, in the dimly lit place!"
As soon as the last sentence came out, the scene was quiet for a moment, and then there was an uproar!
"Wow, how romantic! He's confessing his love to this woman!"
"I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and found him there, in the dimly lit place."
“What a wonderful word!”
Everyone's eyes were on Zhou Wan.
Zhou Wan was stunned, then lowered her head. Fireworks were blooming in the sky behind her and fog lights were shining on her.
Even the most uneducated person can understand the meaning of this sentence.
I searched for her in the crowd thousands of times, and suddenly turned around, and inadvertently found her in the place where the lights were dim, or rather, she was standing in the dim light.
"Am I the perfect spouse in his mind?" Zhou Wan only felt his heart beating very fast.
For some reason, when Lin Zhixia saw Chen Xian staring at Zhou Wan, the uncomfortable feeling in her heart reappeared.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.
The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and the smile and fragrance are gone. I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and when I turned around suddenly, he was there, in the dim light.
"What a great lyric, it really is a great lyric, Xiao Shen, you are so talented!"
"This poem starts with exaggerating the colorful and lively scene of the night, contrasting the image of a woman who is aloof, indifferent, outstanding and different from the gold, green, and cosmetics. The whole poem adopts contrasting techniques. The first stanza describes the grand scene of dazzling lanterns and melodious music, while the second stanza describes himself looking for a lone woman standing in the dim lights among the clouds of beauties. The conception is exquisite, the language is delicate, implicit and tactful, and the charm is endless."
Xu Zijian kept clapping, his face full of amazement.
The onlookers were also shocked.
In just one minute, he actually wrote such exquisite and delicate lyrics!
Who else has this reserve of knowledge and this talent?
"What is the name of this poem?" Xu Zijian asked.
The original name of this poem is "Qingyu'an Yuanxi", which describes the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival.
But Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so it’s not appropriate to write about the Lantern Festival.
But this was not a problem for Shen Xian at all.
Chen Xian's eyes rolled: "This poem is called "Gift to Xiao Wan"!"
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