Chapter 20 Modern Poetry

Chapter 20 Quietly is the Separation of Sheng Xiao

The unique architecture of the Mingyue Building is an eye-opener. Standing next to General Su, she also surprised everyone.

Seeing a woman next to General Su, the relevant unit added a position behind the judges and let her sit behind Su Yong.

Tuo Fuhua was surprised to see the sea of people at the scene. At this moment, she was even more nervous to sit on the high hall. However, looking at Su Yong's confident appearance in front of her, she finally came to her senses and sat behind him with a rare appearance.

Today is still the continuation of yesterday's poetry competition, but several important figures such as the Four Talents and Yun Xiaomeng have competed yesterday, and the players who have competed can take a temporary off-court and wait for the next round. In particular, the four talented people in Su Yong's house failed to come today, and the number of people in the hall was a little less.

In this way, the audience can see the performance of each contestant and the judges more clearly.

Because today's poetry competition is to compete for the last place, the talents of the four parties have exhausted their efforts, and the topics revealed on today's big names are also becoming more and more strange. In addition to common themes such as flowers, birds, insects and fish, there are also many industries involved in agriculture, animal husbandry and weaving, which are really everything.

However, although these talents are also occasionally amazing, there is still a lot of difference between the four talents and Yun Xiaomeng and others yesterday, so at this moment, Su Yong, Liu Guanyu and others are also not interested.

I don't want to see Yue when I return from Huangshan. Several judges said in their hearts.

Unlike these people's silent and solemn faces, they were extremely happy. From time to time, they followed the audience below and applauded loudly, showing great interest in these.

It turned out that she had been deeply interested in Yanlong culture since she was a child, so she learned Yanlong language. At this moment, the talented man on the stage wrote poems, describing some representative things in the natural environment, and using gorgeous words, which naturally surprised her. Occasionally, a talented man wrote a poem about grazing, and she was even more intimidated.

Today, the level of these contestants is slightly worse than yesterday's, but the poem they write also has the advantage of being easy to understand. Although the mood is a little worse, it just makes this fanatical literary fan plus semi-literate to understand.

The right one is the best.

Listening to the shouting behind him from time to time, Su Yong cast a shy look at the judges next to him: I'm sorry, I brought a country girl out.

It was easy to wait until everyone finished the competition. The judges whispered for a moment and quickly reached a consensus. Therefore, after synthesizing all the poems yesterday, the list of ten winners was quickly completed, including Yun Xiaomeng and the four talents.

These winners are naturally talents who are qualified to enter the second level for the couplet selection competition. After the couplet competition on the second floor, five winners have to be selected to enter the third floor for the final PK, and the top three will be determined. At that time, maybe the emperor will come to assess in person.

Along the way, Su Yong shook his head and sighed from time to time without much interest. He couldn't help quietly stretching out a finger and stabbing him in the back and whispered, "These talents are so good. Why don't you seem to be so happy?"

Although the voice was small, several judges who pricked up their ears still heard it.

Su Yong turned his head slightly with a wry smile and said, "How many songs do you understand? Let's talk about it."

He tilted his head and thought to the sky, then put up his fingers and said, "Seven or eight songs. It's really good."

Su Yong and several judges couldn't help laughing. Good boy, there were at least hundreds of people present. They only understood seven or eight songs, and I don't know where the joy just now came from.

Do you cheer for those who don't understand or don't understand?

Although on Yanlong's side, women pay attention to lack of talent or virtue, they are all literary people present. Naturally, they are very human and do not have such pedantic concepts.

Seeing everyone shaking their heads and smiling, I was not surprised: "Those who don't understand are naturally very high-level. Don't you think so?"

Su Yong almost spit out a mouthful of tea. Dizzy, what's the point of view? What you don't understand is a high level? It's really fresh, and it's no wonder you were so enthusiastic just now.

Mr. Chen Xiong felt that this woman was very gratifying. He smiled and said, "General Su is very interesting. Well, this argument is also quite reasonable.

Wang Shu also joked, "So in the girl's opinion, what's good about these poems?"

He frowned and said, "These wonderful sentences are chewing words, and many of them can't be understood. However, it seems to be very pleasant to read together, and it sounds very comfortable.

Su Yong laughed and didn't agree. He whispered, "That's because of rhyme."

"Rhyme?" Tuo Bucha frowned and meditated for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "Oh, these talented men are really just a few words. It's not refreshing at all to study for so long."

Liu Guanyu was also interested and laughed, "Why don't you come to the last song, girl? Let's open our eyes?"

He looked at Su Yong hesitantly, and Su Yong smiled and nodded. At this moment, these guys, watching the group of scholars, felt that they were still a little unsatisfied, and they couldn't help being naughty.

"Good." Looking at Su Yong's consent, he stood up happily: "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

She walked to the stage, thought for a moment, then paced and sang happily:

"White clouds floating in the blue sky,

The horse runs under the white clouds.

Wave the whip and ring in all directions,

The larks fly together.

......

This...is this the tone of the song or the poem? Su Yong could only be speechless.

However, unexpectedly, when all the judges and the scholars on the stage stared at each other, there was an earth-shaking applause.

Those people gathered around the small downstairs were just to join in the fun and look at the lottery of celebrities. At this time, they finally heard a word that they could understand. In addition, looking at the figure, they were still a charming beauty, and immediately cheered loudly.

This has washed away Su Yong's embarrassment a lot.

"You... You are not a poem." Su Yong saw that she came back crying and laughing.

Tuobuhua was proud to hear the cheers from the stage. Hearing the words, she hummed, "Why am I not a poem? The seven words in each sentence are very neat. What's the difference from what they did?

Liu Guanyu laughed and said, "It's not bad. Although the poem made by the girl of Brother Su's family is a little white, it is completed in one go, with an indescribable cheerful tone. It's rare."

Mr. Chen Xiong also smiled and said, "Exactly, the sentences are fresh and natural, and the words are easy to understand, very good, very good."

It was praised by them, and it was even more fluttering. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise. In fact, I think it's really difficult to make it into seven or five words. If you don't have this rule, it will be better.

This sentence is just a joke in the ears of those officials and scholars.

But when he heard it in Su Yong's ear, his heart suddenly jumped. This crazy girl inadvertently said some ideas of modern poetry in later generations.

As the saying goes, system reform, culture comes first. To make progress, you have to change some of the original stereotypes. He thought excitedly that although the Yanlong Empire is strong, it is still a feudal dynasty, bound by countless rules, which is undoubtedly extremely unfavorable to the current productivity.

Only by breaking the stereotypes can we innovate better and make greater progress. And break the rhythm of poetry that has been handed down for thousands of years, make it popular and popular, so that ordinary people can enjoy the nourishment of culture, and naturally play an extremely important role in it.

With the change of concept and the lack of constraints, people's ideas and practices will naturally improve. Everyone can make a little progress, which is great for the whole country.

And I have some influence now. Why don't you contribute to it?

At that moment, he stood up and laughed and said, "If this kind of sentence is also a poem, then I will also do it."

All the people in the hall have learned the amazing literary talent of General Su before. At this moment, he is also full of expectations.

Looking at the contestants' eyes shining one by one, Liu Guanyu cheered and said, "General Su once said something that shocked the world. At this moment, poetry is popular, which is our blessing. Everyone has to listen carefully.

Su Yong bowed to Liu Guanyu, came out and smiled and said, "Since you just said that there is no limit on the number of words, I will simply complete it and write such a strange poem. Please comment on it."

"Good." He applauded and laughed.