"This word is unique in conception, and is extremely romantic!"

"Did the author claim to be an immortal? He wanted to ride the wind and return, but he was worried that it would be cold in the height of the fairy sky, so he stayed in the world!"

"People have joys, sorrows, separations, and the moon has phases. These two sentences are worldly philosophy. Since ancient times, there has been no perfect thing in the world. There must be gains and losses!"

"I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away! This sentence is a stroke of magic! Not only does it have a profound artistic conception, but it also changes the charm of the lyrics and music, completely reversing the sadness of joys and sorrows and the phases, making the whole poem become clear, open-minded, optimistic and beautiful, and magnificent."

"Good words! Good words! Good words!"

"The whole poem shows the scenery is clear and beautiful, and it expresses the "return" and the "human dance" of traveling to the immortals with the moon as the center. The contradictions and confusions of "destiny" and the worldly world, as well as the open-minded and self-adapted, optimistic and beautiful wishes for life, and is full of philosophy and human feelings. Those who can write such good poems must be heroic, romantic, open-minded and detached!"

"It's really a masterpiece, I've never seen a Mid-Autumn Moon Poem that is better than this."

"What Mr. Guo said is right, this is a masterpiece of eternal song!"

After savoring the reviewers carefully, they all praised the poem "Shuituan Songtou" and were amazed.

"Everyone, I suggest that the best poem for the literary party tonight is this...this...this...this word is called?"

"Uh...I don't know, the song's name seems to be called Shui Tiao Ge Tou?"

"Shuituo Songtou, the name is strange, but it doesn't matter. Everyone, if you don't have any objections, how about the best poem to be awarded to this Watertuo Songtou?"

"good!"

"I agree!"

"It should be like this."

“…”

Everyone agreed with Mr. Guo’s proposal and awarded the award for the best poems of this Mid-Autumn Festival literary festival to the Shuituoge.

"Who did this poem come from? Could it be that it was really written by this girl on stage?"

"I don't think this girl looks gentle, she doesn't seem to be able to make such a passionate poem. There should be someone else."

"Is it him?" Cheng Shi's appearance appeared in Wei Zhen's mind.

Wei Zhen knew that Cheng Shi was talented, and Cheng Shi was from Chongyilou, and Qingwu, who sang on the stage, was also from Chongyilou, so Wei Zhen guessed whether the song "Shuitu" was written by Cheng Shi.

"Who is it?"

"Maybe it was him, but he was not sure about the guess. Please wait. I invited this art building. I will go and ask them immediately." After Wei Zhen finished speaking, he immediately went to the backstage to find someone to ask.

Wei Zhen originally wanted to go directly to Cheng Shi, but there were many people in the field. Cheng Shi looked around but didn't see where Cheng Shi was sitting, so he simply went straight to the backstage to ask the girls from Chongyi Tower.

...

“Xiao Qingwu sang really well.”

"That's right, I don't look at the songs written by anyone."

"Stop giving your face, I'm praising Xiao Qingwu."

"Qingwu sang well, but I think I have to take at least half of the credit, right? Do you praise her or not?"

"Okay, I'll praise you too, I'm becoming more and more shameless!"

"Thank you, the boss lady for the praise!"

Cheng Shi and Hongyue started to laugh after singing in Qingwu.

"I've finished singing, why haven't I discussed the results yet? Who is the best poet? I'm so anxious that I'm almost holding it..." Hongyue said and stopped abruptly.

Cheng Shi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who wins the best poems now. However, if the news will be published tomorrow morning when the news will be incontinent and the news will be published by the boss of a certain art building tomorrow morning, it will have something to do with us."

Hongyue's face was a little red, she glared at Cheng Shi and said, "I'll go and make some more convenient. When I come back later, you can tell me who is the best poetic winner."

"Go quickly, go quickly, there are three urgent things for people. Don't really wet your pants. I don't want to embarrass you with you."

"Bang"

"Oh, boss lady, can you stop playing my brainstorming?"

Hongyue snorted and left quickly.

Just when Hongyue left, the host came on stage.

"Let everyone wait for a long time."

"After many discussions, the judges finally decided unanimously that the best poems for this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference are..."

The host kept it aside and delayed the sound.

"Tell me quickly! I'm so anxious!"

"Are it a poem about the autumn moon or a poem about the May?"

"The moon-looking poem is also good."

"Tell me quickly, let me tell you quickly, if you don't say anything, we will show you the backbone of the literati!"

“…”

Seeing that the atmosphere in the audience became warm and no longer kept it a secret, the host immediately announced: "The best poem for this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair is... Chongyi Lou Chengshi - Water Tiao Ge Head!"

"Chengyi Lou Chengshi?"

"Who is it?"

"Shuituo Songtou?"

"Is there such a poem?"

"Why isn't it a poem to look at the moon?"

"It's not May lyrics. I've given a song title for a water tune. I haven't heard it before. It's a shady scene!"

"Shuituo Songtou...Isn't this the song I just sang?"

"Are you wrong?"

"Is it because the host took out the hand card and read out the show's report?"

"Can a song be selected as the best poem? Do it randomly!"

"I'm the first one to disagree!"

There were a lot of discussions in the audience, and the audience was puzzled and questioned.

"Quiet, quiet, listen to me."

The host raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said, "This is the result obtained by the reviewers after discussion. I just knew this result, and I had the same questions as everyone else. But when I read and played this poem, I had all the questions left. All I left is admiration and praise for this masterpiece. Let me recite it to you below."

As he said that, the host took the manuscript of the water tune song written by Mr. Guo and began to recite it.

"When will the bright moon come and ask the blue sky..."

After reading the song, the audience became quiet.

The feeling of singing and reading in the water tune is completely different.

Because of the sing of the verses and heavy words, although listening roughly makes people think that this song is good and the lyrics are interesting, they don’t think about it at all, nor do they analyze it.

But if you listen to the complete recitation of the lyrics according to the format of the lyrics, and treat this as a poem to appreciate, the artistic conception and charm you feel will be different.

The doubts disappeared, but there was no praise.

Of course, there is no praise because everyone is still immersed in the lyrics and savors the artistic conception and charm of the lyrics.

I don’t know who took the lead in shouting: “Good words!”

The audience suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Good word!"

“The best poem deserves it!”

"A rare masterpiece in your life!"

"Shuitu Songtou, this article can be passed down through the ages!"

“…”

After reading it, many literati were not stingy with their praises at all, and highly praised the song "Shuituan Songtou".

Host: "Let's invite Mr. Cheng Shi from Chongyi Building to come to the stage to receive the award."

Cheng Shi said that he was confused.

Of course he knew that the song "Shuituo" is awesome. This poem is also known as the masterpiece of eternal song on earth. Some people even said that after the song "Shuituo" there is no more poem "Shuituo" and it shows that its status is average.

However, he did not write lyrics! He did not participate in the competition!

He just wrote a song for Qingwu to sing in the Mid-Autumn Festival scene. Why did he go on stage to receive the award for the best poetry?

Completely...unexpectedly!

Sure enough, there is something glory that cannot be covered up!

...

It took a long time.
To be continued...