Chapter 255 Snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms

“This year’s jackpot is an extra thousand taels!”

"Brother, write well, I think highly of you!"

"I can't, it's up to you."

"In my opinion, this is Miss Jia's first prize."

"That's not necessarily the case. Mr. Gao's level is not bad either."

"I think the poem Miss Jia asked us to read is really good. It has a good chance of winning the first prize."

"The poem is good, but I don't know who the author is."

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The bell rang again, and Mr. Huang continued: "Everyone, let me announce the rules. Everyone can vote for a written poem or song, or you can write an impromptu poem on the spot. This year's voting method is different from previous years. This requires

Thanks to Mr. Gao of the Gao family. He has provided you with a spiritual wall. Please take a look."

The curtain behind Mr. Huang slowly opened, revealing a square green crystal wall.

"However, I have one thing to say. Mr. Yan's plum blossom poems are really good. I am astonished and can't even match them."

As a result, Mr. Gao received 90 approval votes, exactly the same as Miss Jia's.

"Yes, there are ninety-five participants on site, and all of them agree, which means ninety-five votes. OK, clear it, and press the red button again. OK, the test is successful. Thank you Mr. Gao!"

Many people began to ask, who among the guests is Yan Ziling? Although everyone does not know who Yan Ziling is, this poem is really good, so good.

There was warm applause from below.

The desire of literati for excellent cultural works is incredible. Buddha said that all living beings live on food. Spiritual food is also a kind of food.

Now Yan Zixiu became the focus of the audience. It turned out that he was the author "Yan Ziling".

"Mr. Huang, what should I do if someone canvasses for votes?" someone shouted from below.

This poem uses scenery to evoke emotions and objects to compare with the heart. Yan Zixiu thought it was good and voted for it.

After a while, a poem by Miss Jia was displayed on the crystal wall: "The ice in the abyss is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and a cypress, how can your love be the same?"

He couldn't help but take a look at Mr. Yan who was sitting next to him. Apart from his good-looking appearance, his clothes were ordinary and there was nothing special about him. Why did Miss Jia fall in love with him?

Yan Zixiu was an outsider in these kinds of love affairs. At this time, he felt a little guilty and cupped his hands to his neighbor: "Mr. Gao, please don't misunderstand me."

After a while, another poem signed by Gao Yan appeared: "Plum blossoms love the snow and don't know it. They bloom in the snow and become infatuated. Their hearts fall into pieces with three thousand petals, and each piece of fragrance becomes a poem."

As if they had agreed upon it, Miss Jia and Mr. Gao both said they would not write new works, but were looking forward to Mr. Yan's masterpiece.

Mr. Gao struggled for a while and said: "Mr. Yan has made a great argument, and I will humbly accept it. I, I, I won't argue with you anymore."

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, Oh no, don't fall into these romantic relationships.

"Okay, well said." Mr. Huang took the lead in applauding.

"Everyone, look at the right half of the crystal wall. There are two light pillars. One is green and the other is red. If you agree with this poem, you can press the green button next to you. If you don't agree, press the red button. Now everyone, try it.

Press the green button."

Someone below said: "Master Gao is really a love-struck person."

It seems that Miss Jia has a chance of winning the first place.

Now it’s up to the host and chief judge Huang Lao’s score. Whoever he prefers will be ranked first.

There were many people who had the same idea as him, and in the end, a total of ninety votes in favor were displayed on the crystal wall.

When Yan Zixiu heard it, it turned out that Mr. Gao's name was Gao Yan, and this poem was indeed written by Qing Zhong. It's just that the word "heart" written by a man is a bit too feminine. But forget it, it's the beauty of adulthood, vote in favor.

"Yes. Mr. Huang is right. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I have another poem here: There is plum blossom but no snow, which is not spiritual. There is snow but no poetry, which is vulgar. The poem about sunset and snow all day long is written together with plum blossom.

It is very spring. Think about it, what would it be like if there were only plum blossoms but no snow? What would it be like if there were plum blossoms and snow but no people who appreciate the snow and write poems? With people who write poems but no readers who appreciate the poems, what would it be like?

What's it like?"

"In addition to the participants, we also have nine judges, and each person's vote is worth ten. It is impossible to remove all the judges, right?" Mr. Huang said with a smile.

Who did this? Yan Zixiu looked up and saw Miss Jia looking at him and smiling slightly.

It’s easy to judge based on the level of literature. The poem “Yong Mei” ranks first in both format and technique.

After reading this poem, Mr. Huang was very excited: "Okay, it fits the situation, it fits the situation so well."

Yan Zixiu took a look at it and said, come on, just vote for your disapproval. After all, this is Mr. Wang Anshi's poem, not his own.

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Miss Jia said: "Mr. Yan, you mean that everyone and everything is important, right?"

Mr. Huang signaled, and a helper placed a poem on the crystal wall, and the full text was displayed on the crystal wall.

Although there are more than 90 participants in the literary conference, there are only 20 or 30 actual contributors. Most people are self-aware. If they submit a manuscript, many people will not like it and will not approve it, and a large number of red votes will not look good.

The green light beam on the crystal wall rose rapidly during the initial hesitation, and finally reached ninety votes.

Mr. Gao reacted and realized that Miss Jia had smiled at Mr. Yan just now. He had shaved his head and had a hot head.

But the judges don’t live in a vacuum. Who can give scores purely based on literary level?

Except for Mr. Huang, the other judges gave the three people the same score, ninety points. This is similar to the situation during the Shenxiaomen Guqin Challenge. No one can be offended.

It turns out that this is Mr. Gao of Gaofu. He is really a love interest, Yan Zixiu thought to himself.

"Yes. Everyone and everything are equal."

Who knew that Miss Jia had sharp eyes: "Mr. Yan, why do you oppose yourself?"

It turns out that he was not being cunning, but wanted the Wenhui to produce some new works. He really wanted "Yan Ziling" to perform live again.

Seeing that it was difficult to disobey the public opinion, Yan Zixiu thought for a while and wrote a poem: "The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so the poet spent money on commentaries. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."

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Some people don't quite understand: "Huang Lao, why do you praise this poem for the occasion?"

Yan Zixiu is just going through the motions. He does not submit articles or write on the spot. He only participates in voting. If you see something good, press the green button. If you feel it is average, press the red button.

Yan Zixiu thought to himself that he was really misunderstood now: "Mr. Gao, you..."

Everyone thought this was very novel and tried to press the green button. The green pillar on the right side of the crystal wall suddenly rose up, and the number displayed on it was: ninety-five.

Mr. Gao, who was sitting next to him, thought Miss Jia was smiling at him, so his face turned red and he lowered his head.

After a while, something appeared on the crystal wall - Yan Ziling's "Ode to Plum Blossoms": "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. He knows from a distance that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."

"Everyone, we are here to comment on who is first and who is second, but this poem says that plum blossoms and snow have their own strengths. Why do they have to be ranked higher or lower? Mr. Yan, do you think so?"

Mr. Huang thought for a while, and each scored ninety points: "Everyone, let me see it this way. Since the three of them have the same score, why not let the three of them compose a song live? What do you think?"

Miss Jia, Mr. Gao, and "Yan Ziling" all had ninety votes, which made things difficult for the judges.

Amidst the applause of the crowd, the young man in purple beside Yan Zixiu stood up and greeted everyone with a smile. After sitting down, he went to see Miss Jia again.

"Mr. Yan, I had a misunderstanding just now, but there is no misunderstanding now."

Mr. Gao seemed to be making a pun. When Miss Jia heard this, her face turned red and she couldn't help but step back.

Yan Zixiu was speechless, feeling that Mr. Gao was vague in his words. Was he not competing for the ranking of the poem, Miss Jia, or both? The problem was that he had no intention of competing for Miss Jia.

But it's hard for him to explain now, otherwise the description will get darker and darker.

The poems in this chapter were written by ancient and modern authors, and I would like to express my special thanks.
Chapter completed!