Chapter 239： Won the Champion of Mid-Autumn Festival

"When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine."

Han Zhong lifted his head violently just hearing the first sentence, staring at Bai Yi incredulously. This is a word, a word that only the first sentence makes people feel heroic.

Imagine that on a full moon night, the poet suddenly thought of a question, when did this bright moon begin? Afterwards, the poet raised his glass and asked Qingtian.

Such a heroic and unruly picture makes people feel passionate and full of yearning when they think about it.

Han Zhong finally understood why Bai Yi and Liu Yuan were so excited just now.

Because, at this time, he was also so excited that he wanted to raise his wine glass and ask Qing Tian, ​​when did this bright moon begin to appear?

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"I don't know what year the heavenly palace is.

I want to take the wind to return, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold from the heights.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. "

Like Bai Yi, Yi Tian was also chanting at this time. The voice was very soft, but it was mellow and frustrated.

I don’t know what year and month is the palace in the sky? I want to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the beautiful jade building, I can't stand the cold of the towering nine days. Dancing lightly under the moon with your own clear shadow, where is it like the world?

Yi Tian never thought that he would read a word that made him so excited today.

This is different from the excitement of "You Si" and "Shang Xie". Reading "You Si" and "Shang Xie", his excitement is only purely from an artistic point of view to appreciate. After all, he is an old man who is more than ancient times, and he has long passed the age of fantasy and longing for love.

But this word is different, this word completely makes him feel excited from the inside. He stood by the window, looking at the darkening sky outside, and the moon faintly revealed. Slowly chanting this word word by word, the whole person was completely intoxicated.

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"Transfer to Zhuge, Diqihu, and sleeplessly.

There should be no hate, what is the long time to go to the other time? "

The moonlight turned to the vermilion pavilion, low through the carved doors and windows, and hit the people in the room who had been unable to fall asleep for a long time. Isn't Mingyue resenting people, or why does it turn around when people are parting?

Zheng Jie chanted these two sentences in a low voice. After chanting, he was a little confused while excited. The excitement is because this poem is said to be a masterpiece of the ages. It is not an exaggeration. The doubt is because the author of this poem is too young. Why is he so sentimental?

Just like these two sentences, this obviously should be a sigh that should be sent by a person who has been displaced for half his life outside at least until middle age.

Now it was made by this kid, which is very surprising.

Of course, it is not impossible for Li Fan to make such a poem. This may be because he remembered that a sleepless night when he was working in the provincial capital was the inspiration, plus a little artistic processing, and it was done overnight.

After a long time, Zheng Jie sighed, "You can make such a great work at a young age. Maybe this is a real genius."

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"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

People have the vicissitudes of joys and sorrows, and the moon has the transition of cloudy and sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to complete since ancient times. I just hope that everyone's relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can share this beautiful moonlight.

Yu Qiu's eyes were burning, even though he had prepared, the last poem of that boy Li Fan would never be bad. But he did not expect that this poem would be such a classic.

Yes, classic. Although it has just been born, Yu Qiu has affirmed that it will become a classic. And it is not an ordinary classic, it will definitely become the swan song in the Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

"What kind of incense did that old boy Han Zhong burn? It was possible for Li Fan to leave so many classic poems for this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. From the first "Transplanting Rice Verses" to today's The last song "When Does the Bright Moon Come" can be said to be the first classic."

Yu Qiu didn't know what words to use to express this envy.

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Beijing, a residential area.

"When does the bright moon come, when does it happen!"

Yan Mu sighed heavily, and he finally lost. Although he knows, his poem tonight will also become a classic. But no matter how classic it is, it cannot be compared to this song "When Will There Be a Bright Moon".

At one time, he wanted to doubt whether this song "When Will There Be a Bright Moon" is really Li Fan's work? Did Li Fan ask the gunman to write it?

But he also knew it was impossible. Such a classic work, only one song is enough to be passed on to future generations, and its name will last forever. Who is willing to sell it or give it to others. In addition, it is impossible for Li Fan to take such a risk.

In the end, he could only sigh silently.

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Magic City, a residential area.

Mo Bai, Wang Ling, Du Feng, and Lu Ran had no idea what to say at this time. Think about it at the beginning of the competition, they even dismissed Li Fan and didn't take it seriously.

What now?

Ugh! There was only a sigh.

They are now very grateful that they didn't let go of any cruel words at the beginning, otherwise they don't know what their faces have been.

"Oh! The game is about to end. Let's go get drunk and solve our sorrows later." This is the common aspiration of the four at this time.

They can only use Du Kang to draw a successful end to their gathering this time.

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The network at this time has already broken the short silence at the beginning of the game.

"When will the bright moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine. This is too cool, right? When the moon comes out, I will also ask with my wine glass."

"I advise you not to go upstairs. Poets are cool and unrestrained. If you go, you will probably be regarded as stupid."

"Fuck! I don't understand art, I don't bother to care about you."

"Speaking of the third poem and the fourth poem, which one is Li Fan's?"

"Of course it's the fourth song, do you need to ask?"

"What if the fourth song is made by Yanmu? Didn't it say that Yanmu might reverse and win the championship? Maybe people rely on this one."

"If the two poems are relatively close, it is really hard to judge. Now, the fourth poem is definitely Li Fan's."

"Agree. For Yan Mu to reverse, it must be possible for the two poems to be closer. Now that one poem is obviously higher than the other, Yan Mu has no chance."

"..."

Although netizens are very sure, in fact, everyone knows that it is not entirely impossible that the fourth poem is written by the pastoralist.

After all, Yan Mu's strength is also very strong.

This also made the fans who support Li Fan faintly worried and nervous. Especially Fanlou fans, if there is an accident in this final round, the previous efforts will be in vain.

As for the fans of Yan Mu, there is still a glimmer of hope at this time, and of course they are even more nervous.

They all prayed silently in their hearts.

Fortunately, they don't need to be nervous for long, because it's 8 o'clock in the evening, and the answer will be revealed soon.

At this time, the sky was almost completely dark, and the round and bright moon had quietly hung in the sky, as if it wanted to witness the mystery that was about to be revealed.

Just under the tension of fans on both sides and the curiosity of neutral netizens. The Chinese Poetry Association officially closed the voting channel and announced the names of the authors under the four poems.

The eyes of hundreds of millions of netizens are staring at the bottom of the fourth poem at this time.

"Li Fan!"

The answer was revealed, and the champion of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair was born!

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(To be continued.)