The meals prepared by Guo Fu are very rich, and the dishes cooked by the chef are also delicious. Either you are waiting to become famous, and you don't have the heart to taste it, and you have been waiting for it to start a long time ago.

Except, of course, Zheng Peng and foodie Zheng Yongyang.

Seeing that the heat was almost the same, Guo Hong smiled and said: "There is a leaf sacrifice wine here, so I don't dare to offer ugliness, and I also ask the leaf sacrifice wine to give the question." ”

"Don't dare, this is the boundary of Weizhou, Fang Rashi is the parent official here, the guest is as the host, it should be appropriate for Fang Assassin Shi to give the title." Ye Jingneng smiled and gave in.

One is the departing sacrificial wine, and the other is a local dignitary who holds real power, Ye Jingneng has been in officialdom for a long time, is well versed in the unspoken rules of officialdom, and does not want to steal the limelight of Fang Thorn History.

Fang Kaiwang immediately pushed and said: "Ye Sai Jiu is polite, I said that there is no history of Fang Thorn tonight, only Fang Kaiwang, I said when I entered the venue, this time I only have ears and no mouth, no need to push it anymore, no one present is more suitable than Ye Sai Wine." ”

"Yes, I also asked Ye Saijiu to solve the question, Mo Han has the hearts of so many young talents, otherwise, they really think that Ye Saijiu is stingy with advice." Lu Bo, the magistrate of Guixiang, immediately agreed.

"The giver of the title is none other than the leaf sacrifice wine." Guo Hong said conclusively.

Ye Saijiu reluctantly responded, pondered for a while, and quickly said loudly: "Shangyuan Festival, a certain and you gather in the Lanting Pavilion, invite the moon to enjoy the flowers, and feel the prosperity of the world together, then the theme of the Shangyuan Festival is just the right time." ”

What, the above metaverse as the theme?

There was an exclamation all around, and many people turned their heads and ears.

The theme of Shangyuan Festival, which can be said to have been used for thousands of years, is very familiar to everyone, and it is not difficult to be familiar with the subject matter, but it is difficult to come up with new ideas if it is used too much, which stumps everyone.

It's not difficult to write, but it's hard to write brilliantly.

On such an important occasion, you can't just write a limerick poem to get through, right?

The more ordinary and common things are, the more exquisite the skills, and the subject of Ye Sacrificial Wine seems to be very considerate, but it is not easy to deal with.

Guo Hong smiled and said loudly: "Okay, the Ye sacrifice wine has been given, you have to pay more attention, just beckon, you have your own people to offer the four treasures of the text, and you will wait for your masterpieces." ”

As soon as the voice fell, there were many people holding the four treasures of the study room and waiting, as long as someone wanted to write a poem, it would be sent immediately, according to the convention, there would be someone to chant aloud for the audience to enjoy and comment.

The Lanting Festival officially entered the climax, and the young talents participating in it pondered one by one and began to compose poems.

"Brother Peng, the theme is here, I'm waiting for your masterpiece." Zheng Yongyang said with a grin.

Zheng Peng immediately said: "Don't dare, a certain talent is shallow, so I won't be ugly, let's go out of the horse." ”

With the theme of the Metaverse Festival as the theme, it sounds very simple, and the subject matter is also very familiar, but Zheng Peng has no intention of fighting in the officialdom, so he will not steal the limelight, and others will fight for it.

The two smiled at each other, a bit of a self-evident meaning.

Zheng Peng suddenly said with some curiosity: "Brother Yang, in your opinion, which one will take the lead first?" ”

"I can't guess which one will take the lead first, but" Zheng Yongyang smiled and said confidently: "Anyway, the first few are nine times out of ten that they have nothing to do with the lottery." ”

"Oh, why?"

"If you write well, you will subconsciously put it in the back, one has the meaning of the finale, and the other is that the good one comes out first, and the one that is generally written does not dare to take it out again, and it is a little less lively, and it also seems a little unkind, there is no green leaf contrast, which looks like the flowers are gorgeous, look at it, and soon there will be the first to come out."

As soon as Zheng Yongyang's words fell, someone immediately raised his hand and said, "There is." ”

It's been less than a quarter of an hour, and it's been there so soon, I don't know if it's really quick-witted, or if it's prepared.

Zheng Peng heard the sound and looked over, and found that it was a young man about twenty years old who raised his hand, only to see him calmly watching the next person scatter the things on the table first, and then spread the paper to offer the pen, took the pen and just groaned slightly, as if relaxing his state of mind, and soon used the pen to dance on the paper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a poem by Dezheng Qiu Shixian Xiaolangjun, the poem is called "Yuan Night Feeling", listen well:

"Shangyuan Festival Lanting Meeting, the Quartet Heroes and Sages gathered.

Raise a glass to invite wine and don't excuse yourself, life is not as good as a drunk. ”

The voice of the subordinate who sang the poem was very loud, and the rhythm was also well grasped, and after singing a poem, it attracted a rather warm applause.

Zheng Yongyang seemed to be a know-it-all, and whispered to Zheng Peng: "This Qiu Shixian knows, a guy who is full of anger, but he thinks very highly of himself, he has failed in several imperial examinations, and he is not appreciated by nobles, so it can be said that he is depressed, I really didn't think he would have a way to get here." ”

While speaking, Ye Jingneng, who was in charge of commenting on the poem, commented: "A sentence of life is not as good as a drunk, and it shows a deep understanding of life. ”

How old are you, and you have just turned a wonderful page in your life, and you can see through life so quickly?

Ye Jingneng's comments were simple and sharp, and everyone was impressed, and Qiu Shixian, who was commented, saluted sincerely and fearfully: "What Ye Xijiu said is very true, and he will be happy and convinced in his later life, and he will definitely regain his confidence and go to the next level." ”

With Qiu Shi taking the lead, everyone splashed ink one after another, and people kept raising their hands to indicate that the work was there, and the singers began to get busy, constantly singing loudly the poems they had just written, and each song was sung, and Ye Jingneng, as the chief judge, commented.

It's rare to come once, if you don't write a poem early, and when a good work comes out, you'll be embarrassed to be ugly again.

"Yes, by the words of the moon, this poem can be rated as medium."

"Very good, the poem depicts the prosperity of the Shangyuan Festival, and this poem can be rated as middle and lower."

"It's okay, but the artistic conception is not far-reaching enough, the feelings are not delicate enough, and you need to work harder, so it's rated as average."

......

The next person who sang the poem read more than ten poems about the Shangyuan Festival in one breath, and Ye Jingneng also commented on more than ten poems at once, some of them were simply evaluated, and some of them patiently pointed out the shortcomings, but the level of the first ten or so poems was average, and the highest evaluation was only medium, and there was not even a single high-grade poem.

Until a piece of paper was handed to the person who sang the poem, the person took it and looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he obviously raised his voice an octave, and said loudly: "This song is from Hong Zhongming Xiaolangjun's "Chang'e has regrets", please listen:

"Swallowing elixir to become an immortal, who is pitiful to live alone in the moon.

Shangyuan Festival lights are like a sea, and the lanterns are bright and want to break the sky.

Looking at the world from afar, Chang'e is resentful.

My generation is diligent in learning literature and martial arts, and the Jinluan Palace is dedicated to you. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a cheer on the field, as the chief judge, Ye Jingneng happily stroked his beard, and commented: "Chang'e has regrets, through Chang'e's regrets to show the prosperity of the Shangyuan Festival in the world, my generation should learn from it, practice diligently, have no regrets in life, learn literary and martial arts, sell to the emperor's family, and show off his style in the Jinluan Palace in terms of hard work, with novel creativity and profound implications, this poem should be rated as superior." ”

"Good!" When everyone heard this, they applauded loudly, and it was Fang Kaiwang, the assassin of Weizhou, who was even more happy to drink a big cup on the spot.

Hong Zhongming is Fang Kaiwang's nephew, and when he saw his nephew fighting, his uncle also had a light on his face.

Even Zheng Peng nodded secretly when he heard it, I have to say that Hong Zhongming's poems are more than one step better than the previous ones, both in terms of structure and artistic conception.