Chapter 224： Wish to have one heart, the white head will not be separated

Beijing, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Han Zhong smiled and said, "Sure enough, as we expected, everyone's reaction to this question is a bit big."

Bai Yi said: "This is for sure. The love story between Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru has been talked about by people for thousands of years. Many people have also tried to compose this poem by Zhuo Wenjun, but everyone always feels it makes up for it. The poem written is not Zhuo Wenjun’s. It is regrettable. Now, we take it as this round of examination questions, and everyone’s interest is naturally very strong."

Liu Yuan also said: "Not only are netizens interested, but major artists, including those who study history, are probably also interested. But we should not expect too much. This round of everyone's poems should not be too brilliant. "

Han Zhong nodded and said, "No one has been able to write this poem well for thousands of years. Of course we don’t expect them to write a good poem in half an hour. We just treat it as a topic, a poem. Only difficult questions."

Bai Yi said with a smile: "That said, but I am looking forward to it. Especially that kid, I don't know what kind of answer he can give to such a question?"

Han Zhong also smiled and said: "I am looking forward to it too. But don't expect too much. After all, he is still very young, and it is almost impossible to write this poem well."

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Beijing, a residential area.

"Would you like to write poems for Zhuo Wenjun? Interesting." Yi Tian, ​​a professor in the History Department of Beijing University, also developed a keen interest in this topic.

He likes history, studies history, and is naturally very familiar with the stories of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru who have been circulating for thousands of years. I also feel very sorry that the poem written by Zhuo Wenjun in the story has not been recorded by history.

He had carefully studied relevant literature records, including official history, wild history, folklore, etc., and wanted to find clues about this poem, but he didn't find any.

Of course, this poem may not exist at all, and naturally there will be no records. The claim that Zhuo Wenjun once wrote this poem is also processed by later legends.

But in any case, the absence of this poem is a great regret for this story that has been circulating for thousands of years.

Now, the Chinese Poetry Association actually uses this as the topic of the competition. This gave Yi Tian a keen interest in this, although he did not believe how good poems the eight contestants could write. But he was curious what kind of poem the contestants would write.

Like Yi Tian, ​​professors and teachers from many universities across the country, especially those from the Department of History and Literature, have shown unprecedented interest in this round of competition.

Of course, they are basically just curious, but do not hold any hope for the result. Because it may not be difficult to write a good poem, but from the perspective of Zhuo Wenjun, to supplement the poem in this story, and to be recognized by everyone, then it is not difficult, but fundamental. Impossible.

Otherwise, the poems that many poets have written for thousands of years will not always be accepted by people.

It can be said that across the country, whether it is celebrities or ordinary netizens, they are just holding a curiosity and waiting for the final result.

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It’s just that everyone doesn’t know that there is a person who did not originally belong to this world, who is also participating in this poem meeting.

The world where this person originally lived, also has such a beautiful story, and it is more complete than the story of this world. The poem that made Sima Xiangru change his mind and made the world regret for thousands of years was also passed down along with that beautiful story in the world where this man originally lived.

That poem is called "Baitou Yin".

Now, it is being typed word by word by Li Fan on the computer.

The white is like snow on a mountain, and it is as bright as the moon between clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he is determined to each other.

Today's banquet party, Mingdan Gou Shuitou.

On the Yu Yu ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Desolate and desolate, there is no need to cry for marriage.

I hope to get one person's heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curled up, and the fish tail is curled up!

The man is so angry, why use a money knife!

This original and authentic poem will soon meet the world, and it will make countless people in this world ecstatic!

...

Half an hour passed quickly, and the time came to seven o'clock in the evening. Countless people waiting in front of the computer can't wait to start reading a poem.

Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan commented as they watched.

Han Zhong said: "Yes, not bad. As expected of the top 8 authors, just looking at the poetry text itself, it is still very good."

Bai Yi said, "The poem is good, but it's a little sickly groaning, it looks very empty, there is no emotion, and there is basically no sense of substitution. The poems of Yan Mu and Fei Yang are better, but still feel that this is not a poem written by Zhuo Wenjun ."

Han Zhong continued: "This poem is really not easy to write, but fortunately we had prepared it in mind. Just forget its creative background and simply appreciate the poem."

Bai Yi smiled bitterly: "It can only be so. But many people should still be disappointed in their hearts. Perhaps we shouldn't ask this question, so as not to let everyone feel disappointed."

Han Zhong sighed, "Maybe. Hey, why are we both talking? Why doesn't Lao Liu say a word?"

Only then did Han Zhong and Bai Yi realize that Liu Yuan hadn't said a word since the works came out. This is really strange, Lao Liu is not a person who likes silence.

The two looked in the direction of Liu Yuan's seat at the same time, only to see Liu Yuan staring at the computer screen motionless, as if he was intoxicated by some kind of incident.

The two husbands were puzzled, and then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly returned their gazes to the computer screen. According to their previous habits, they put Li Fan's work at the end to appreciate, and they have not yet seen Li Fan's work.

There was only one reason why Liu Yuan was so fascinated at this time. That is to see a poem that can fascinate him, and this poem can only be Li Fan's.

Han Zhong and Bai Yi opened Li Fan's poem, and after a while, an incredible expression of surprise appeared on their faces.

Soon, like Liu Yuan, he was intoxicated in this poem.

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Beijing, a residential area.

"Oh? It's already out, let me take a look." Yi Tian rubbed his neck with his hands, took a sip of tea, and then started to see the entries.

"Oh! Sure enough. Just as I thought, these poems alone are all good poems. But no matter how you look at them, they don’t seem to be written by Zhuo Wenjun. I want to completely imitate Zhuo Wenjun’s heart at the time and write this. A poem is really impossible to do."

Yi Tian looked at it first, and he couldn't be said to be disappointed. He is an expert in history. He knows the difficulty of writing this poem. It is impossible for these young poets to complete things that so many people in history have not accomplished.

It was just that suddenly, his eyes condensed fiercely, and there was an incredible look on his face. His hands trembled slightly.

"This, this..."

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(To be continued.)