Chapter 132

Xiao Jun's momentum at the moment is really frightening. He has no microphone in his hand, but what he can say can make everyone hear clearly.

Shen Lingrong looks at his brother Xiao Jun's encouraging eyes and knows that his idol will never cheat him.

So he spoke again.

"Singing snow.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ninety.

Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces are missing when they fall into the reed flower! "

This is the poem that Xiao Jun wrote for Shen Lingrong. He has a complete collection of poems and songs in his mind. After seeing Rong Rong's own poem, he immediately thought of the well-known digital poem "yongxue" in the alien world.

The original author of the poem is a gentleman named Zheng Banqiao. Xiao Jun doesn't know Zheng Banqiao's literary level very well.

Zheng Banqiao's "snow chanting" is also the most simple "snow chanting" poem in "poetry and ode".

But it is because of the simplicity of this poem that the artistic conception of snow can be printed into the minds of all those who hear this poem.

What's the effect? Just look at the expressions of those experts and scholars on the stage.

The old professor Zhang Zhidong slapped the table fiercely and said in a loud voice, "well, a word flies into the reed flower, but it's gone. That's the finishing touch of the whole poem. Chanting snow and chanting snow is a poem without snow. It's just a series of numbers, but it makes people feel the scene of heavy snow all over the sky. Good

"That's right!" The famous prose writer sitting next to the old professor also clapped his desk and said, "this poem is simple, very simple, even three-year-old children can understand it. But this is the wonder of poetry. A literary work can not only express its artistic conception, but also let all living beings know its meaning. This is what I have been trying to do. It seems that the first few sentences are connected in series, but it paves the way for the last sentence. Thinking, very thinking

I don't know if these two people are entrusted by Xiao Jun. it seems that their performance is a little too excited.

The vice president of the writers' Association, who is sitting behind the big leader over there, is a lot of calmness, but what he says doesn't make people calm.

"Well, poetry is very good. What's more valuable is that the poet is very clever. He knew that it was a poem to give a speech to a child, so it was very easy to understand, but it didn't lose its literary grace. Lao Xu, the level of others is a little higher than you, the elder of the poetry and Painting Association. "

Everyone knows that the latter two poems were not written by children themselves, but this vice president of the writers' Association dares to tell the truth.

Now, the atmosphere of the scene is not to mention how embarrassing.

The host on the stage, hard to swallow saliva, know that can not drag on.

Immediately interrupted everyone's discussion, said a few beautiful words out, and then put the two children off the stage.

When things subsided, the host finally mastered the rhythm of the activity again and quickly brought out the programs of experts and scholars who wrote poems on the spot.

In the confusion on the rostrum, the leaders of the Ministry of education sat among the students, and several calligraphy masters were invited to come up.

Their job is to write the poems on the spot and leave the ink on this beautiful mountain.

Let the natural scenery match with the humanistic color, and soon this mountain will become a national key tourist attraction.

The stage is busy all the time, and there is a little confusion under the stage.

Shen Lingrong was surrounded by a group of classmates and teachers, and kept talking about praise and encouragement.

Xiao Jun finally managed to squeeze into the crowd and "rescue" Shen Lingrong. He took the little girl to the donkey cart.

Shen Lingshan's father and daughter are coming back soon. It's important to send Rong Rong to the city for medical treatment.

Driving a donkey cart, they slowly follow the direction of teacher Wu back to the village.

Shen Lingrong stood up excitedly behind and patted Xiao Jun on the shoulder.

"Brother Xiaojun, you are so powerful that you deserve to be my idol. All of a sudden, those people were shocked. "

"Ha ha, what's the point."

Xiao Jun fights for Shen Lingrong's face. He is also happy and raises his hand to whip the ass.

As a result, the strength of happy hand did not hold, the donkey gave a strange cry and stopped at the same place.

Just stop, but the donkey cart is next to the rostrum. As a result, everyone can't help looking at it.

It's embarrassing.

On the rostrum, those experts and scholars are discussing what kind of poetry to make.

The donkey's cry seemed to provide inspiration for some people. The vice president of the association clapped his hands and laughed, "OK. Everybody, I have an idea. Let's write a poem first according to the scene in front of us. Whoever is the first to say it is the first to leave his handwriting here. "

When people listen to it, they are also full of interest. They are about to focus on the past and meditate.

Xiao Jun is so angry.

You say, you men, write poetry. What poetry do you make with donkeys.

Well, even if it's a poem about donkeys, look at donkeys. What do you want me to do?I can't stand these strange eyes. He waved the whip again and wanted to leave the humiliating place as soon as possible.

Who knows today, the donkey so stubborn with him, not only does not go forward, but also called more Huan.

I don't know when the birds in the nearby woods came back. There was a lot of noise just now, but they didn't move.

As a result, when the donkey called, the birds got angry again and flew out of the woods.

When flying over Xiao Jun's head, impartial is a piece of bird droppings fall, let this all over the slovenly Xiao Jun more no personal appearance.

Shen Lingrong rolls on the donkey cart and laughs all the time. The children around him burst into laughter. The people on the rostrum also forget to compose poems and laugh one by one.

Xiao Jun was completely angry, raised his leg and kicked the ass.

You don't have to say that this foot is better than a whip. The donkey barked strangely and really walked away.

Just, the direction of going out

The donkey stepped on the rostrum.

Xiao Jun only felt that the donkey cart rattled a few times. He was pulled to the most conspicuous place by the donkey, and then stopped.

"Wow, there's no mistake!"

What can we do? Let everyone watch themselves compete with donkeys here?

Of course, no one will really look at Xiao Jun making jokes. Several staff members nearby will run up quickly and help to pull the donkey cart away.

Xiao Jun seems to see the hope, who knows, the next moment, his hope to be stopped.

The vice president of the writers' Association, who didn't know what his evil taste was, stopped the staff and said to Xiao Jun Youyou, "young man, since you are here, let's write poems with us. If I guess correctly, you should have written the second poem that the little girl just read.

The time has come. I'd like to take this opportunity to contribute to the poor mountainous areas in Northeast China. Having such a good literary talent, but staying in the mountains, it's really a bit condescending. "

"Well, let me write poetry?"

"Yes."

The vice president of the writers' Association sent out the invitation with a smile, but Xiao Jun was really in tears.

What kind of poetry do I write now? I've lost all my shame to grandma's house. Would you please stop making trouble with me.

Besides, I'm not from this mountain area.

I just passed by. I really passed by.

No mind to take care of this stubble, Xiao Jun will explain, quickly take Rong away.

But before he spoke, Xu Jiamao, vice president of the poetry and Painting Association, spoke first.

"I said President Chang, you are a bit of a drama. On such an important occasion today, you asked a mountain village native to write poems with us? This is nonsense

Xu Jiamao also remembers what President Chang said just now that others are slightly better than himself.

Of course, it's not the first time for him to take a different tune from the other party.

This time they came out to participate in the activity, they were all guests, but they were divided into two camps.

On one side, there are people from the Poetry Association, on the other side, there are people from the composition Association.

We all say that we are cultural people. We usually don't have a chance to compete, but we often compete secretly in this kind of activity.

No other than who is more like a scholar.

Before, in other places, people from the poetry and Painting Association left a lot of ink in the scenic area. Later, when they got on TV, they must be popular with the poetry and Painting Association.

All the so-called associations attach great importance to this kind of reputation.

The Poetry Association has surpassed the composition Association. We can't just keep our heads down.

Chang, the president of the writers' Association, has always wanted to find the place. The two children's poems just now give Chang a little hope.

Therefore, it is not a whim to take the initiative to leave Xiao Jun behind.

On the other hand, Xu Jiamao doesn't know Xiao Jun's real level. He only feels that the people on the other side of the writers' Association seem to care about the inexplicable "bird excrement" and naturally won't let the other side succeed.

Both of them have their own considerations, and they fight all of a sudden.

"Lao Xu, what's wrong with Yamano? Literature doesn't care about birth."

"Literature doesn't care about birth, but it's shameful. You let us professionals write poetry with a Yamano, we can't afford to lose that man. "

"Ha ha, it's a shame that you're not as good as Yamano in poetry."

"We can't be better than Yamano. Pay attention to your words!"

"I..."

The two leading figures in the literary world were so quarreling on the stage that everyone was stunned.

Just then, a tender voice interrupted them.

"Oh, stop fighting! My brother Xiao Jun is not Yamano, he is also a great poet. Brother Xiao Jun is a great poet! "

"Well?"

Hearing Shen Lingrong's words, everyone was stunned, and then there were two guys exclaiming with one voice."Xiao Jun? You are Xiao Jun

These two are not others. They are Zhang Zhidong and Tang Jingwen who have commented on Xiao Jun in the news.

The shock of the two aroused the curiosity of countless people. All the scholars on the rostrum focused on Xiao Jun.

"Brother Xiao Jun, you wrote a poem for them. You can't let them look down on you, or I won't like you. That old man criticized me just now. You're going to avenge me! "

Shen Lingrong blushes and grabs Xiao Jun's shoulder.

Looking at the different emotions of people around, Xiao Jun sighed helplessly.

Well, in order to make Rong Rong happy, I'll try my best to write a poem for you.

"It's true that I want to carry the pan middle class alone, but the people of the world are trying to force me. Did you just say to write a poem based on the scene? Well, I'll tell you who I am in a poem. "