Chapter 117 Poetry Goes Crazy Too

The scene was silent as everyone was immersed in Xiao Qingfeng's stunning "Preface to Peach Blossom Garden".

Seeing this, the host knew that the program had to continue, so he quickly walked onto the stage.

With a smile and admiring eyes, the host looked at Xiao Qingfeng and said, "Mr. Xiao Qingfeng's 'Preface to the Peach Blossom Garden' is truly a masterpiece, making us feel as if we are in a beautiful garden full of peach blossoms, brimming with poetic charm. It is truly admirable that you, as a singer, have demonstrated such profound literary knowledge. I believe this preface will leave a significant mark on literary history."

Then, the host changed the subject, saying, "However, the excitement continues. Next, we will move on to the poetry exchange segment. Today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, so let's use the Mid-Autumn Festival as a theme, and let all the talented men and women unleash their talents to create a poetic picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival together."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is a symbol of reunion and a place to express longing. Throughout history, countless writers and poets have left behind moving poems on this beautiful festival."

"Tonight, we gather here amidst the beautiful scenery of peach blossoms in full bloom, and with the Mid-Autumn Festival as our theme, we use poetry to express our love for life, our longing for reunion, and our aspirations for the future."

"Let's look forward to everyone's wonderful performances and see who can touch our hearts with the most beautiful poems on this Mid-Autumn Festival night. Now, I declare that the poetry creation session themed on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a gathering of friends through poetry, has officially begun!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, a beautiful hostess brought out a box printed with a bright moon and cassia branches and placed it in the center of the stage.

The host continued, "To increase the program's interest and fairness, I will draw a theme from this box later, and all the teachers can compose poems based on the theme!"

"After the poems are written, judges and online viewers will vote. The judges' votes represent 100 points, and the online viewers' votes represent 1 point!"

"The final vote count will determine the winner!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingfeng frowned.

At the same time, I feel that the development of technology is really amazing. Even classical cultural programs such as poetry have started to conduct online voting.

Originally, I participated in this poetry competition because of Wen Yanbo's influence. After all, Wen Yanbo had publicly supported me more than once, and this time he even wrote an article to praise me and my song.

Although Xiao Qingfeng didn't consider himself a good person, he still remembered the kindness others showed him.

But now, even poetry is being voted on, which seems a bit too utilitarian.

Soon, in full view of everyone, the host pulled a slip of paper out of the box.

Then open it!

"The topic for today's poem is now in my hands, and let me clarify first of all, I didn't cheat!"

"Because the theme I drew was 'Mid-Autumn Festival,' I have to say it was such a coincidence!"

Upon hearing this topic, many people immediately relaxed, clearly having guessed the question correctly.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the atmosphere on set instantly became tense yet full of anticipation.

All eyes turned to the cultural figures, especially Li Yiyun, Wang Qizheng, and Wen Yanbo.

Li Yiyun's expression was complicated. His previous doubts about Xiao Qingfeng were still fresh in his mind, but now, faced with this topic, he had to put away his contempt.

He cleared his throat and said slowly, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival that carries countless emotions and stories. Taking this as a theme, one can start from many aspects such as the waxing and waning of the moon, the separation and reunion of people, and the depth of feelings. If one can use delicate strokes to depict the unique charm of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will surely become a masterpiece."

Although his words still carried a hint of formality, they also revealed a serious consideration of the topic.

Wang Qizheng nodded slightly and continued, "The Mid-Autumn Festival theme may seem ordinary, but it is actually extremely challenging. It requires showcasing the traditional atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival while also incorporating one's own unique insights. One can express feelings through the moon or convey meaning through the scenery. The key lies in how skillfully one uses the language of poetry to express emotions vividly."

His eyes revealed a mixture of caution and anticipation regarding the topic.

Wen Yanbo smiled, his eyes full of wisdom.

He stroked his beard and said, “Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for reunion and also a time for longing. Using Mid-Autumn Festival as a theme can evoke deep emotional resonance in people. The beauty of poetry lies in conveying endless artistic conception with concise language. Today’s grand event will surely produce many excellent works. Let us look forward to it together.”

His words were full of encouragement and expectation, which boosted the confidence of the creators present.

Many people, having prepared in advance, were clearly confident in their ability to solve this "problem," and at this moment, many young scholars looked at Xiao Qingfeng.

After all, Xiao Qingfeng's "Preface to Peach Blossom Garden" had really shocked them, and the young scholars who wanted to make a name for themselves naturally regarded Xiao Qingfeng as their rival.

Especially Lü Qing, who was originally supposed to write the preface for tonight's poetry competition. He had painstakingly prepared for two months, revising and revising it repeatedly, just to make a name for himself tonight.

But then Xiao Qingfeng suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and his song "Preface to Peach Blossom Garden" wiped out two months of his hard work.

Just now, his teacher, Li Yiyun, quietly asked him if he still wanted to go on stage and present his preface.

How can I put myself in this situation? Going up there would only bring me shame.

Therefore, he decisively refused to go on stage, and his carefully prepared preface had to be discarded.

Therefore, he now hates Xiao Qingfeng and is determined to curb Xiao Qingfeng's arrogance.

In his view, Xiao Qingfeng's inspiration was just a flash of inspiration. It was absolutely impossible for a singer to have a deeper literary background than him.

The host's gaze swept over everyone, then he smiled and said, "I wonder which teacher will write the first poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight?"

While everyone was still pondering, Lü Qing was the first to stand up.

Then he walked to Xiao Qingfeng's side and said, "Brother Xiao's preface just now was truly amazing. I wonder if you have thought about how to write about the Mid-Autumn Festival yet?"

Lu Qing gives off the image of a gentle and cultured person, but Xiao Qingfeng accurately grasps the hostility in him.

His eyes instantly turned playful; damn it, he's coming for me.

He immediately laughed and said, "I'm so sorry, I'm just a singer with limited knowledge, and I haven't figured out how to write it yet. I'm so ashamed!"

Upon hearing Xiao Qingfeng's words, Lü Qing immediately revealed a smug smile and said, "Of course, of course, Brother Xiao, there's no need to be modest. Poetry is indeed a bit difficult for singers like you, but don't worry, if you think about it carefully, you'll surely come up with something!"

"Then I'll start by throwing out a brick to get the jaded idea. Brother Xiao, you can take your time to think about it. Perhaps you can gain some inspiration from my humble work!"

Having said all that, anyone who isn't killed knows that Lü Qing is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing, deliberately belittling Xiao Qingfeng to elevate himself.

Xiao Qingfeng, however, remained unperturbed and laughed, "Then I'll listen attentively to your humble work!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Qing's smile immediately vanished.

I can say that my poems are clumsy works, how can you say that?

Are you polite?

Do you even know what humility is?

The host, sensing the tension between the two, immediately stepped forward and exclaimed, "Ah, so Mr. Lü Bu has already finished writing it! That's truly amazing, such quick wit!"

"Then let us quickly admire Mr. Lü's masterpiece!"

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