"Please be quiet. Regarding the question of whether the poems were written by the author himself, as the president of the Poetry Association, I can once again vouch for Chen Feng."
"Chen Feng's poems are indeed his own work, there is no doubt about that. I will prove it to everyone at the end of the program."
"So now, please let the host continue with the next round of poetry comparison."
After Bai Yizhong finished speaking, the audience around the world was in an uproar. Such a strong endorsement shocked them.
However, with Bai Yizhong's strong endorsement, the discussions about Chen Feng's plagiarism or the presence of a powerful figure behind him gradually subsided. After all, Bai Yizhong is the president of the Poetry Association, and his endorsement carries considerable weight.
The eight elders opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something.
"Eight Elders, forget it, let's move on to the next round."
Zhao Anqi spoke; this was the first time she had spoken since taking the stage.
The eight elders looked at Zhao Anqi, their faces turning somber, still bearing some lingering anger and resentment.
"Alright, the second round of poetry competition is now over. After voting by our judges and the audience, Chen Feng from the Fengyu team has won again. Let's give them a round of applause."
Splash!
The applause was enthusiastic and loud.
But to Zhao Anqi and the Eight Elders, it sounded so grating. They thought that by spending a lot of money to invite the Eight Elders out of retirement, they could suppress Feng Yu in other ways, but they didn't expect to lose more than they gained.
Is this Chen Feng some kind of alien, or is he an all-rounder in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
"Kid, don't laugh so happily. There are two more poems coming up. I don't believe you can make every poem a timeless masterpiece."
Yuan Chengfeng was furious and filled with shame and indignation. He, a dignified sixty-year-old scholar of poetry, was no match for a mere youth. He felt utterly humiliated.
"That's right, for the next two songs, I'll give it my all. I want to see if you're always this amazing."
Yu Changqing also spoke up.
"Also, don't think that you've won just because you won the poetry competition. There's still the calligraphy of the four masters, Lu, Wei, Chang, and Ma. Even if I hold my nose and think you're a peerless genius in poetry, calligraphy requires time and practice. I don't believe you can turn things around."
Despite the threats and defiance of the group of old men, Chen Feng ignored them and kept yawning.
Seeing this scene, the eight elders almost passed away.
Damn, this is just too arrogant and contemptuous.
This is clearly blatant disregard.
"Everyone, please calm down and let's continue with the next round of the poetry competition."
Sabinen promptly intervened and began guiding the program back on track.
"Now, please look at the big screen. Let's reveal the theme for the next round of poetry. Get ready... scroll..."
Everyone looked at the big screen, and many people were actually a little nervous and excited.
"stop!"
As the host, Sa Beining, shouted, the scrolling on the big screen stopped instantly.
Chen Feng looked up and saw two words: "Fortune".
Looking at these two words, he frowned, because even he felt that this topic was difficult for him, and he rarely had any poems about the times in his mind.
He thought for a long time before coming up with a few sentences.
For example, in Luo Yin's poem "Choubi Post Station" from the Tang Dynasty, there is the line: "When fortune comes, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune goes, even heroes are powerless."
For example, in Du Mu's poem "Red Cliff" from the Tang Dynasty: "If the east wind had not favored Zhou Yu, the two Qiao beauties would have been locked away in the Copper Sparrow Terrace in the depths of spring."
The poem "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty describes a scene where "the mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers."
Or perhaps it's a passage in the truly timeless masterpiece, "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng," that describes the vicissitudes of life: "Alas! Misfortune and ill fate. Feng Tang grows old easily, Li Guang finds it hard to be ennobled. Qu Yuan and Jia Yi were banished to Changsha, not because there was no wise ruler; Liang Hong was exiled..."
Even in Haiqu, there is no shortage of enlightened times. As the saying goes, a virtuous person is content with poverty, and a wise person understands their destiny. Even in old age, one should be vigorous; why should one change one's mind even in old age? Poverty may strengthen one's resolve, but it will not falter.
Aspirations soaring to the clouds. Drinking from the spring of greed, one feels refreshed; even in a dry rut, one finds joy. Though the North Sea is distant, a whirlwind can reach it; though the sun has set in the east, the evening glow is not too late. — Meng
He cherished lofty ideals, yet his heart remained unfulfilled in his desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji, though arrogant, did not emulate the lament of someone at the end of his rope!
But it's really hard to find a poem that describes the current state of affairs from beginning to end.
"Oh my god, what's going on? How could this be?"
The audience in the audience and in front of the TV gasped, because even those who don't understand poetry know that this is the most difficult thing to write.
Poetry is usually best written about scenery and emotions; there are no other two.
Bai Yizhong was also very nervous at this moment.
"Li Laogou, do you think Chen Feng might mess up with this topic?"
"Can't you even speak properly? You're the president of the Poetry Association! Are you really hoping Chen Feng will fail? Wouldn't it be better if he wrote a few more timeless poems for you?"
Li Siye said this in a bad mood, but it was clear that he was also very worried.
Not to mention the eight elders and Zhao Anqi and their group on the stage at this moment, whose faces were as black as the bottom of a pot.
They've studied poetry their whole lives, and they've never seen a single poem about the times. How the hell are they supposed to write this?
"Don't worry, if you think it's difficult, then proving it's even more difficult for the other side. With so many of us collaborating on poetry, we're sure to win this time."
Zhao Anqi noticed Chen Feng's furrowed brows and his pensive expression, and judged that he was also difficult to deal with.
"Chairman Zhao is right. We should have confidence and start thinking about it now."
A group of people began to think about poems about fortune and destiny.
The host, Sabining, began speaking at just the right moment.
"As you can see now, the theme of our third round of poetry is 'fortune and destiny.' To be honest, this is a very niche theme, and it is a great challenge for both sides."
"Now we notice that Chen Feng, who had been so nonchalant before, has begun to ponder deeply, which shows how difficult this theme is."
"Of course, our viewers across the country can also try writing some poems themselves while waiting for the poems to be recited. Perhaps one of you is a genius."
After Sabinen finished speaking, he began to leave, as it was necessary to give both sides some quiet time.
After about five minutes of waiting, you could see that the faces of the eight elders on the Huayu side began to show excitement, and they started typing.
This means that Huayu Entertainment has already established a general outline.
Naturally, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Feng, who was still frowning, which made many people worry.
"No way, I feel like Chen Feng is going to lose this time."
"Is that even a question? Do you really think he's a god? Even if he is a genius in poetry, he can only excel in a few areas. His luck in the field is rare in history, so it's normal that he can't write about it."
"It seems that this time, the Eight Elders of Huayu are determined to win; many hands make light work."
"This is unfair to me, Fengshen! Why does the other side have so many people?"
"Are you barking like a dog? There were no restrictions at first; Chen Feng wanted to be alone, and now you're blaming others?"
The entire internet thought Chen Feng was doomed and that he was bound to lose this game.
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