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Chapter 143 The Log Cabin Poetry Contest
"We've been looking at it for so long. Our bodies may not be able to bear it if we stay in this winter. Why don't we go back first. As for the poetry, we can go back to the cabin and continue."

Everyone stayed by the creek for about an hour. Because the weather was really clear, everyone felt a little chilly. In addition, it was already past nine o'clock and it was already late. Teacher Huang took the initiative. Bring up the idea of ​​wanting to go back.

"Ah, we haven't seen enough, why are we going back here?"

Nanazi on the side heard that Teacher Huang actually wanted to go back, and said with some lack of interest.

"Ms. Huang is getting old. Now there is a small stream next to the cold weather. It is inevitable that the cold here is a bit heavy. Why don't we go back? After staying for so long, we took photos and saw the scenery. What reason is there to stay any longer?"

At this moment, Yan Yi from the side came up and explained to everyone.

To be honest, although this kind of scenery is beautiful, it will inevitably be a little boring after staying for a long time, not to mention the snow in this winter. I already have the idea of ​​wanting to go back.

"Okay then, let's go back now."

Although she was somewhat uninterested, Nanazi finally agreed with Yan Yi and the others.

In this way, under Teacher Huang's instructions, everyone returned to the cabin early. By the time they returned to the cabin, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening, almost ten o'clock.

"Okay, I guess you have all thought about your own poems when we were by the stream. Now that we have returned to the cabin and everyone's bodies have warmed up, it is time to come up with what we have written tonight. I will write ancient poems for the final competition.”

After returning to the cabin, Teacher Huang's spirits recovered a lot, and then he smiled and gathered everyone at the dining table in the cabin, preparing to continue the evening poetry competition.

"Okay, okay, I'll come first!"

, just when Mr. Huang said that the game would continue, Xia Meng was the first to volunteer to raise his hand and said to this kind of person.

You must know that Xia Meng herself was born in folk dance, but she also has a certain background compared to poetry and poetry. It can be said that she has an absolute advantage in tonight's competition.

"Okay, then let's let Xia Meng come first, just in time to give us a head start."

Regarding Xia Meng's self-sufficiency, there is no surprise that Mr. Huang is there, on the contrary, he is happy to let the other party make a head start, after all, everything is difficult at the beginning.

"The name of my poem is Dong Ying, and I'm showing it to everyone."

After getting Mr. Huang's consent, Natsume was so happy that his face almost burst into a smile, but he still spoke politely to everyone in front of him.

In the winter moon, people swim in the streams and streams, and the fireflies in the mountains are like stars.

The stream is like a river, and you and I are both the reflection in the water.

Just such a short poem stood out from Natsume's mouth.

"Okay, I didn't expect Xia Meng to have such a talent. Although this passage of ancient poem is concise, the artistic conception echoed in it can't help but make people immerse themselves in it."

Xia Meng's poem received Teacher Huang's highest recognition on the spot.

"Okay, I can't tell you still have this kind of talent."

Yan Yi at the side laughed and praised Xia Meng in front of him.

To be honest, although today's young people all memorize these two ancient poems, it is extremely difficult for them to create their own. After all, the rhyme in it is mainly a bit brain-burning. Otherwise, in ancient times, Wouldn’t it be possible for all the talented men in the world to be famous throughout the ages?

Pengpeng and Nanazi who were on the side also had little stars in their eyes at this time, and the words of praise in their mouths were not stingy at all.

"Hey, you've made a fool of yourself, then whose turn is it next?"

Faced with the praise from everyone, Xia Meng became a little shy. While being modest, she changed the topic to the next person who was going to come forward to read the poem.

"Xia Meng started such a good start, why not let me do it next."

At this time, Teacher Huang, who was the oldest present, took the initiative to stand up.

Compared to Xia Meng's poem, this poem written by Teacher Huang is relatively more complicated in terms of sentence structure and wording. Everyone nodded and praised Teacher Huang's knowledge. extensive.

Next, Nanazi and Pengpeng also took out their own poems.

But compared to the first two poems, what Nanazi and Pengpeng wrote is relatively inferior. After all, in terms of the foundation and construction of ancient poems, they are far inferior to Xia Menghe before them. Teacher Huang.

"We have finished talking. Now it's your turn, Yan Yi. You are a well-known talent in the entertainment industry today. I have been looking forward to this poem from you for a long time."

After everyone had finished sharing their poems, everyone present looked at Yan Yi in front of them.

In the music circle, Yan Yi has always been known as an all-round talent. After all, he is the creator of classic music like Blue and White Porcelain, so the Chinese people present have quite high expectations for Yan Yi.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not very good at creating ancient poems, so I didn't write a poem, but a song, a song about fireflies."

Yan Yi scratched the back of his head, looked at the people in front of him with some embarrassment and said.

Although Yan Yi has memorized a lot of ancient poems in his previous life, but these poems are too shocking. As long as someone who has some experience in studying ancient poems, it is impossible to see these ancient poems I feel that Yan Yi can create those things.

Therefore, this time Yan Yi did not intend to casually pick out one of the ancient poems he had memorized in his previous life to cope with the current situation. In addition, Yan Yi himself did not have much knowledge about poetry, so he had to find another way in the end.

"Oh? You can actually create a song in such a short time?"

It's just that Yan Yi's words really amazed everyone present, even more surprised than Yan Yi's ability to create a good poem.

Generally speaking, if you want to create a song, most singers need time to settle down and a lot of modification and tuning. Few people are like Yan Yi, who just went out for a while, and even the instrument To be able to compose a new song without even touching it, it is impossible for everyone present not to be surprised.

(End of this chapter)