Chapter 118's theme is "Mid-Autumn Festival".

With the host interrupting, Lü Qing couldn't say anything more.

This is, after all, a cultural event. As a cultural figure, how could I possibly argue with a singer? It would be beneath my dignity.

At the host's invitation, Lü Qing came to the desk.

After glancing at the others and then at his teacher, Lü Qing finally picked up his pen and began to write.

While Lü Qing was writing, other young scholars also began to put pen to paper at their own desks.

Xiao Qingfeng looked at the others and laughed, "These people are all pretty fast at composing poems!"

Wen Yanbo glanced at the stage and whispered, "Young friend Qingfeng, you may not know this, but these people usually enjoy studying poetry and prose. Secondly, there are countless poems written by scholars and poets throughout history on the theme of 'Mid-Autumn Festival,' so these people have probably written quite a few poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xiao Qingfeng knew that Wen Yanbo was trying to comfort him and avoid making him feel awkward.

In Wen Yanbo's mind, Xiao Qingfeng was indeed talented, and his preface was indeed amazing, but creating poetry and creating lyrics are different after all.

Lyrics can be anything you like, as long as they are coherent; there are no requirements regarding word count, parallelism, or format.

But poetry is different. Poetry has a fixed format and even a fixed number of characters. In addition, poetry requires parallelism, tonal patterns and rhymes, and all aspects must be taken into account.

As for the requirements for the lyrics, there are even more. Different lyric patterns have different requirements, depending on the specific circumstances, and there is no room for carelessness.

So it's true that Xiao Qingfeng is talented, but if he hadn't studied poetry and prose in depth, he might not be able to compare with these people.

While the two were talking, Lü Qing had already finished writing.

After finishing writing, he put his hands behind his back, looking arrogant.

Lu Qing's arrogant expression after finishing writing attracted the attention of everyone present.

The older scholars were taken aback for a moment, then their gazes fell on Lü Qing's work, each with their own thoughts.

An elderly cultural figure stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and thought to himself: This Lü Qing is indeed worthy of being Li Yiyun's outstanding disciple. Judging from his posture, he must be very confident in his work. Let's see what kind of masterpiece he has written.

Another scholar wondered to himself: Could it be that Lü Qing's confidence is so great that he has a truly amazing work to show for it? If so, then Li Yiyun is indeed a very good teacher, and a great teacher produces a great student.

Before long, several elderly cultural scholars gathered around and began to appreciate Lü Qing's poems.

One of them exclaimed, "This poem has a serene and elegant atmosphere, and the words are exquisite. My nephew Lü is indeed very talented."

The lines, "The bright moon shines on the high tower, autumn thoughts fill my heart. I yearn for my distant hometown, when will my return end?" perfectly express the longing felt during the Mid-Autumn Festival, making it a truly rare and excellent piece.

Another scholar nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, Nephew Lü's poem is perfectly balanced in its parallelism, and the tones and rhymes are just right. It seems that Elder Li's teaching is effective; it is truly fortunate to have such a talented student."

The praise from the crowd made Lü Qing even more smug. He slightly raised his chin and glanced at Xiao Qingfeng intentionally or unintentionally, as if to show him a challenge.

Hearing everyone's praise of Lü Qing, Li Yiyun also showed a gratified smile, his heart filled with pride.

He nodded slightly and said, "Lü Qing is a diligent and studious child. His excellent work today is a testament to the value of my guidance."

At this moment, the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic because of Lü Qing's work and everyone's praise, and everyone was full of anticipation for the following poetry performances.

Amidst the praise from the crowd, Lü Qing's smugness became increasingly apparent.

Lu Qing straightened his back, as if he had become the focus of this poetry competition, and couldn't help but glance at Xiao Qingfeng with disdain.

The young scholars felt a mixture of envy and jealousy when they saw Lü Qing receiving such praise.

They secretly wondered if their work could also receive such praise, and at the same time felt the pressure.

Other older cultural figures, however, were conducting deeper analyses of Lü Qing's works in their minds. Some felt that while Lü Qing's poems were good, their emotional depth could perhaps be further explored.

Some argue that it is somewhat lacking in innovation and too traditional.

However, out of consideration for Li Yiyun, they did not raise these opinions on the spot.

At this moment, the host also sensed the change in the atmosphere and said with a smile, "Mr. Lü Qing's poem is indeed wonderful, and it makes us feel the deep longing during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xiao Qingfeng looked at Lü Qing's smug expression, but his heart remained unmoved.

After Lü Qing's poems caused a sensation, other young scholars also accelerated their creative pace.

A young scholar named Lin Yue stood up, walked forward somewhat nervously, and displayed his work.

"The Mid-Autumn Moon shines brightly in the sky, and laughter fills every household. I lean alone on the high tower, reminiscing about the past, and my heart follows the wild geese homeward."

Several senior cultural figures began to appreciate Lin Yue's poems.

One of them said, "This poem is full of imagery, vividly depicting the scene of the full moon and thousands of households on Mid-Autumn Festival. The line 'Alone I lean against the high tower, thinking of the past, my heart follows the shadow of the wild geese to send my thoughts home' also expresses the feeling of longing very well. Although it is slightly inferior to the serene and beautiful artistic conception of Lü Qing's work, it has its own unique features."

Another scholar nodded and said, "That's right, the parallelism is also quite neat, and the tonal patterns are well controlled. It's clear that this young scholar has put in a lot of effort."

Next, another young scholar, Zhang Yu, presented his poetry:

"On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon shines like a plate, and travelers far from home yearn for their hometown. They recall the kindness of their parents, their hearts breaking, and tears stream down their faces as their return date remains uncertain."

One judge immediately commented, "This poem is deeply moving, vividly portraying the homesickness of a traveler. 'Remembering my parents' kindness breaks my heart; with no return date in sight, tears stream down my face'—it evokes a strong sense of empathy. However, the originality of the word choice could be improved."

Another judge agreed: "Overall, it's pretty good. These young scholars have great potential to create such a work in such a short time."

As the young scholars presented their poems one after another, the atmosphere became increasingly lively. Everyone looked forward to more outstanding works and experienced the unique charm of the Mid-Autumn Festival in this feast of poetry.

Before long, a dozen young scholars presented their poems one by one. Some received positive reviews, while others were not very satisfied with their work.

At this moment, Lü Qing walked up to Xiao Qingfeng again.

“Brother Xiao, now that everyone else has finished writing, you should be able to create an even better masterpiece, right? Or should we wait for you a little longer?” Lü Qing said deliberately.

After saying that, he immediately put on a troubled expression: "I can wait, but our program has limited time, so I'm afraid I can't wait too long. It would be such a pity if we couldn't see Brother Xiao's masterpiece!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingfeng's fans in the live stream were outraged!

"Damn it, what kind of bastard is this Lü Qing? He's been targeting my brother Feng!"

"Look at Lü Qing's tea-obsessed manner, what's the point of writing poetry? He might as well go sell green tea."

"I can't stand anyone who has information about this guy, I'm going to curse him out by name!"

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Just as the fans were standing up for Xiao Qingfeng, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly stood up and looked at Lü Qing with a smile.

"Don't cry if you lose!"

After Xiao Qingfeng finished speaking, he walked straight to the table and gently picked up the calligraphy brush!

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