Chapter 135

Xiao Jun's song "Ode to the needle" really warmed up the atmosphere of the venue.

President Xu didn't raise his hand in the end.

With the calligrapher's writing of this poem, the matter of chanting things is also regarded as an end.

Fighting poetry continues, but the writers' Association is obviously in high spirits. Xiao Jun doesn't hide behind the crowd, so he stands in the middle of the rostrum.

President Chang looked back and said softly, "Professor Zhang wants to see Xiao Jun's performance, but he doesn't want to see a flattering Xiao Jun, so he deliberately increases the difficulty for him.

Who knows, Xiao Jun is a little smile, raised his finger to Tang Jingwen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I dare not make a fuss about big leaders. I am a Yamano, at most, I praise the people around me. This poem praises Mr. Tang Jingwen. "

"Oh?"

Even if Xiao Jun praised Professor Zhang, they believed it. Unexpectedly, he praised Tang Jingwen around him.

Well, for Xiao Jun, Tang Jingwen is also a leader, but he praises the people who are aimed at him, which is a little It's kind of weird.

Without waiting for people to react, Xiao Jun said directly.

"Praise Wen Gong.

A small official serves a big official, but Qu Yi is happy. If you treat your parents like this, you will not be a filial son. "

“……”

Quiet, the whole room is eerily quiet.

Xiao Jun stood there smiling, not to mention how happy he was. Just now, he searched for a poem suitable for Professor Zhang's topic. Without waiting to find one, Tang Jingwen suddenly came to flatter his superior. It suddenly brightened him up.

This poem, formerly known as zazuo, lashes all the flattering villains. Xiao Jun changed his name to "yongwengong".

How to say.

Eight words, to the point, to the meaning, reasonable and reasonable.

Tang Jingwen was still a little surprised and shy when he heard the word "yongwengong". As a result, he was so angry that he shivered.

"Xiao Jun, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. It's praise, of course, ironic praise. Ah, I accidentally wrote another satirical poem. President Xu, please applaud. Come on, let's clap. "

You can't take the lead, Xiao Jun.

Just in this applause, the calligrapher who just wrote "Yong Zhen" looked up at the sky and laughed and picked up the pen.

Then, yongwengong stayed.

Xu Jiamao's name didn't spread on this mountain. Instead, it was Tang Jingwen who left his name, but it made people want to vomit blood.

"President Chang, you have the last question left. Let's work out it quickly."

Xu Jiamao really can't see it any more. He just wants to let the writers' Association finish the problem as soon as possible and let them take the initiative.

As long as it's their problem, don't believe that Xiao Jun can turn out any storm.

On the side of the writers' Association, the last question was often raised. Xiao Jun consciously didn't say anything. He couldn't steal the limelight of his own people.

When Chang Chang wrote a poem by a calligrapher.

Everyone in the association was relieved.

Well, the goal has been achieved. When I came here before, President Chang said that I would leave two poems here, even if the people of the writers' Association would win.

Now Xiao Jun is regarded as a member of the association. They have left four poems, even the name of the mountain is decided by them.

The rest, let the people of the poetry and Painting Association show it.

After all, this activity is poetry writing, not writing articles or novels. In the final analysis, it is the specialty of other people's poetry and Painting Association.

Finally, it's his turn to set the topic. Xu Jiamao, Tang Jingwen and others' faces are back to normal.

Soon, a member of the Poetry Association came forward.

"The first question on our side requires seven rhythms, poems and essays to explain how I felt when I came to the northeast mountainous area, and to reflect the folk customs here. Friends of the association, would anyone like to have a try? "

It has to be said that the people of the Poetry Association are better than those of the Writers Association.

People come prepared, and poetry is to reflect the folk scenery of Northeast China, so the theme of the activity is in line with the requirements.

On the side of the writers' Association, people have relaxed their mind, so no one has racked their brains to think about poetry.

After a moment of silence, the man arched his hand.

"Since no one comes out, I'll make a fool of myself.

Visit the mountain village.

One city, one place, one village, with mountains winding around the earth.

The storm, the thunder, the river and the sea.

It's ridiculous that there is no good wine in the farmer's house, but a simple meal.

But there are infinite landscape colors, and it's hard to find a bosom friend. "

"Well, Xiao Liu really deserves to be the youngest gifted poet in China. This poem is excellent!"

"Yes, it is commendable that he has fully integrated his own experience into it. Two days ago, there was a heavy rain. Xiao Liu said that he wanted to drink. As a result, he didn't find a bottle of good wine in many places. The food we eat these days is even more difficult to swallow. Ha ha, it seems that Xiao Liu is fed up with the hardships here. ""Well, in fact, the best one is the last one, which points out the boundless scenery of Northeast China. It's a pity that there is no bosom friend. Otherwise, I'm afraid Xiao Liu will stay."

"Ah, look, master Xun is going to write."

The people on the stage praised and commented. In front of the desk, a calligraphy master picked up a pen and asked Xiao Liu to read the poem again with a smile.

No one does not think this poem is good. Xiao Jun nods slightly. He can tell that the level of the poet is very high.

Although he didn't agree with some of the words in the poem, he didn't have to fight with other people's poetry and Painting Association, so he consciously didn't speak.

But he wanted to let go, but someone didn't want to let him go.

Xiao Liu bowed to the master calligrapher who was going to write down his poems, and said softly, "master Xun, wait a moment. Whether a poem is good or not depends on comparison. That, Xiao Jun! "

"Well?"

"I heard from master Tang Jingwen that you have been praised as a genius in the field of poetry. I don't agree. Please write a poem according to the title I just asked. How about a contest? "

This guy a word, immediately let Xiao Jun once again become the focus of the audience.

Xiao Jun couldn't help frowning.

What's the matter with this guy? He's full and can't find it, can he?