Chapter 133

Xiao Jun turned over and jumped down from the donkey cart, raised his hand to flick off a piece of dried bird excrement on his shoulder, and looked up at the sky.

Perhaps in his own opinion, this action should be in line with a poet's style before composing a poem.

But in other people's eyes, he really pretended to be a little disgusting.

You can do it. Can you do it there without all the bird droppings.

A young man behind Xu Jiamao couldn't stand it at that time. He stepped forward to scold Xiao Jun away.

Just Xiao Jun there a mouth, let him swallow words back to the stomach.

"Wine on the dust."

The people on the stage were stunned. They did not expect that Xiao Jun would cover himself with bird excrement, and all of a sudden he said it was so poetic.

"You can't go far without losing your soul."

In the second sentence, Xiao Jun reaches out with one arm, sweeps slightly and points to the distance. The leaders of the Ministry of education and school teachers under the stage are all in front of him. This is not exactly to say that the scenery of their place is soul - killing.

"Is this life the end of the poet?"

Hearing the third sentence, Chang, chairman of the association, was immediately in front of his eyes. To express his identity as a poet in poetry, Yamano, oh no, this young talent, really has a way.

"Drizzle riding donkey into Jianmen."

Why?

With the last sentence finished, Xiao Jun pretended to stroke the donkey's back.

The scholars around them were surprised, hesitant, unbelievable and hesitant.

No one has ever heard of this poem, and no one can believe that the young man actually improvised.

Just, what's the last "entering the sword gate" and where is the sword gate?

Without waiting for others to speak, Xiao Jun turns to see Shen Lingrong on the donkey cart.

"Rong Rong, does this mountain have a name?"

"No, brother Xiao Jun, what's the matter?"

"Well, since it doesn't, I'll name it. After that, this mountain will be called Jianmen mountain! "

Xiao Jun's voice fell, and everyone took a breath.

The boy is so big that he wants to name a mountain. Who does he think he is? He regards himself as

"Well, a good Jianmen mountain, a good sentence, this life together is the end of the poet. He didn't want to be a scholar, but only wanted to serve the country with his sword. After that, this mountain will be called Jianmen mountain! "

In their astonishment, they suddenly heard the approval of an old man in front of the table beside them.

When everyone looked at it, the old man splashed ink on a piece of rice paper and wrote down the word "Jianmen" with a brush as thick as a mop.

When the people around the old man hold up the rice paper, all the cameras aim at the past, and Qi Qi gives a close-up shot.

No one said anything more, no one thought about it any more. Xiao Jun named the mountain, and they scoffed at it. But the old man made a final decision, and no one dared to say "no".

"Young man, your name is Xiao Jun, isn't it? Here, read your poem again, and I'll write it for you. "

The old man who decided to go down the mountain picked up a small brush and looked at Xiao Jun with a smile.

Xiao Jun doesn't know who the other party is, but he can see that the old man has a high status.

Why?

Because at the moment, there is only one chair on the rostrum, and the old man just sat on the only chair, until he said "Jianmen mountain", the other party just stood up.

"The name of the poem!"

Xiao Jun's thoughts were interrupted by the old man's exclamation. He quickly said, "light rain in Jianmen road."

The old man didn't say much, but bowed his head and wrote.

As Xiao Jun repeated the poem, he heard whispers from people around him.

"Mr. Guan started to write. My God, he went to so many places this time. He only wrote for president Chang."

"Hey, what's the situation? Where is the poem? Why is Guan so excited?"

"You, ah, you didn't hear that? Old Guan's saying, "I don't want to hold a pen, just want to hold a sword" is about himself. During the war years, many times Guan wanted to go to the front line, he was stopped by the big leaders at that time. The failure to go to the battlefield is the knot of Guan's whole life. The boy wrote a poem. When it comes to Guan Lao's heart, it's gone. "

"Really? Tell me how to interpret this poem. "

A group of people on the stage are chattering, and the children under the stage are silly.

Xiao Jun doesn't think about the identity of Guan at the moment. He is shocked by the literary level of some people on the rostrum.

This poem "light rain in Jianmen road" is a poem written by a great poet who wants to abandon his pen and join the army, but has no way to serve his country.

He just read out his own experience, only see the word "riding donkey". In fact, he didn't understand much about the artistic conception of the poem itself.

But these guys around, especially Mr. Guan, understood the essence of the poem after listening to it once. Who said there are no capable people? There are too many capable people on the rostrum.When a poem was finished, someone quickly showed off Guan's pen and ink.

The old man sat down on the chair with a smile and turned his head to look at Chang.

"Well, the first poem has come out. This young man is the first one to leave his handwriting on Jianmen mountain. Ha ha, you poets and writers are going to compete. Don't let your so-called "Yamano tufu" go down. "

Guan's words brought the situation back to the matter of composing poems. Soon, two young people, representing the Poetry Association and the composition Association, wrote a poem on the spot.

However, in contrast, how can their poems compare with Xiao Jun's masterpiece which has been handed down through the ages.

The old Guan didn't even lift his eyelids after he sat down.

During this period, a staff member came on stage to lead the donkey down, and Rong Rong was also led away by Mr. Wu.

But Xiao Jun was forced to stay by the chairman of the association.

Impromptu poetry is just an appetizer. The main play is still behind.

"Xiao Jun, I just heard Professor Zhang talk about you. Young man, it's very good. Are you interested in joining the association? "

"Ah? How can I join the writers' Association

"Ha ha, you don't have to be so surprised. In fact, it's not as serious as you think. It's a group of people who love literature and work together. Well, I'll talk about it later. What do you think of the present activity and the scene poem writing? "

"I..."

"Xiao Jun, let me tell you..."

President Chang took Xiao Jun and explained the activities in front of him. His purpose was to let Xiao Jun stand on their side to cope with the fight of poetry.

That's right, it's "fighting poetry", which is about a scholar's face.

The judges are the calligraphers who stand at the table waiting to write poems.

Whose poem is good, others will write it down for you.

After writing it down, some people will carve the verses on the rocks according to the model. In the future, it will be a national key scenic spot. Countless tourists come here to see the handwriting of various literati and poets.

The result

I won't say it. Let's imagine it for ourselves.

President Chang keeps talking with Xiao Jun, while people from the poetry and Painting Association gather together. Xu Jiamao looks at Tang Jingwen and asks him what he is most concerned about.

"Xiao Tang, do you know Xiao Jun? What about his literary level? Is he really a poet

"President Xu, how can he be a poet? He is a little ruffian. In Xucheng, this guy's reputation is rotten. "

"Oh? What about that poem? "

"He's a blind cat who meets a dead mouse. It happens that he's right for Guan Lao. This guy majored in finance. What kind of education level can he have. Don't worry. Let's not talk about poetry. If he can say it neatly, I'll write it upside down! "

Listening to Tang Jing's words, Xu Jiamao finally showed a smile on his face.

After a long time, this boy is not an expert, so you can rest assured.

What's more, the topics of the later poems were all set early in the morning. They had been preparing for several days, but they didn't believe that Yamano tufu could say one or two or three on the spot.

Looking around at Xiao Jun, Xu Jiamao only sighs that these guys have lost so many times. They are in a hurry to go to the doctor.

On the rostrum, the Poetry Association and the writers' Association were discussing Xiao Jun.

Under the rostrum, some leaders, teachers and children close to Shen Lingrong are also chattering, asking Shen Lingrong about Xiao Jun's identity.

The little girl is more happy to see her idol being noticed by so many people than to win the prize herself.

"My brother Xiao Jun is a great poet. No one can match him. If you don't believe it, you can see that my brother Xiao Jun can defeat all those people. "

The children who heard this all looked adored, but the adults shook their heads with a bitter smile.

Everyone on the stage is a big man from outside. How can Xiao Jun be compared with others with such high level.

Of course, you can't belittle yourself so much. Xiao Jun is one of his own. It's unnecessary. As long as he can leave another poem when he's fighting behind, it's also to win the people's morale in the mountains.

At this time, the two young men who volunteered to improvise on the rostrum also finished their poems. It's a pity that none of the calligraphers started to write.

Everyone is used to this kind of thing. They are with Mr. Guan. How can they not put on a show.

When the two young people stepped back, Guan, who was sitting in the middle of the rostrum, spoke again.

"Well, let's get to the point. As before, the Poetry Association and the composition Association have five themes. Any of us who think your poems are good will write them down. In the future, how much money will be invested in the construction of this Jianmen mountain depends on how many poems you can leave here. Who's going to set the question first

As Guan's voice fell, Xu Jiamao of the Poetry Association immediately began to smile and arched his hand to Chang."Friends of the writers' Association, a few stations ago, we from the poetry and painting association were a little better. So this time, I'll give you the first chance to make a question. I hope you can make a good start. Ha ha... "

That is to give up the opportunity, but in Xu Jiamao's sneer, the meaning of villain's ambition is so obvious.

Chang Chang frowned slightly, ignored each other's laughter and looked back.

"Who will be the first to answer the question?"

"President Chang, I'll come."

On the side of the writers' Association, the famous prose writer stepped forward, faced the stage and said in a loud voice: "the first topic is prose poetry..."