Red Dust Daqian

Many contestants looked around with a gloating mood, trying to catch a glimpse of the miserable expressions.

At this time, a man in the crowd shouted arrogantly: "You don't need to look for me anymore, it's me. Look at the character of each of you. A Taoist priest can scare you like this, where is your future?" When many contestants heard someone shouting, they focused their eyes on this man.

The man stood on the steps, holding up the number plate he had drawn, and continued to shout disdainfully: "A Taoist priest, I'm afraid he hasn't even attended a private school, how much talent can he have. Maybe he secretly copied a good poem from somewhere, and it just happened to fit today's theme. I don't believe he can write another poem that will be remembered through the ages."

As more and more people focused their attention on the man, someone finally recognized the man who was shouting: Ouyang Zongxin, who had recently become famous and had just won the Huaxi Society Poetry Contest last month. In order to show his fame, he also challenged the major poetry societies in Jiangxia Prefecture with his already written poems, and was the talk of the town.

Those who know who Ouyang Zongxin is, all sighed. Ouyang Zongxin and the strange Taoist priest are in the same group. Does this count as an early final? One is the most popular recently, and the other is the dark horse today. The two top stars are facing each other in the second round? It would be a pity to miss either of them in the third round. However, this also makes the poetry competition more interesting and exciting. Let's take a good look at whether this Taoist priest is really talented or Ouyang Zongxin is better.

At this moment, Qiao Wenjin sat down on the steps in despair, sighing in grief and indignation: It is not enough that there is a dark horse Taoist priest in this group, and now there is Ouyang Zongxin, the champion of last month's poetry competition. What's the point of my second round of competition?

Seeing Qiao Wenjin's look of despair, a contestant said, not knowing whether to comfort or mock him, "Brother Qiao, don't be sad. In the future, you can brag like this. At the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Competition that year, I was the only one who competed in the same group with two great writers in the poetry world. You see, this is an opportunity that others would never be able to obtain." Qiao Wenjin said indignantly, "Qiao is not talented. Why don't you give this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to you, brother." The contestant chuckled twice and ran away.

After the noise, the second round of poems for each judge team came out soon. Zhou Sen's team's theme was the flowers in the Hundred Flowers Garden. The chief judge of Zhou Sen's team said to the 30 people with the same theme: Since we are competing in the Hundred Flowers Garden, the theme of the second poem should be the flowers in the Hundred Flowers Garden. Think for a stick of incense, and the poem will come out when the incense is gone. Of course, you can write a poem immediately as long as you have the idea.

At this moment, the entire Hundred Flowers Garden was almost entirely focused on Zhou Sen's group, and everyone was looking forward to the ultimate showdown between the dark horse Zhou Sen and the champion Ouyang Zongxin. Of course, everyone automatically ignored the unknown Jing Qi Wenjin, who was even playing badly himself.

Ouyang Zongxin almost laughed out loud when he heard the theme of the poem. He secretly sighed: Isn't this a sure win? I have been writing poems on this theme every year. Before the poetry conference, I really prepared several excellent poems about flowers. I didn't expect that I really bet on the right thing. Isn't this a free point question? If I don't win, who will win? Go to hell with the weird Taoist priest.

Ouyang Zongxin arrogantly walked up to Qiao Wenjin and Zhou Sen, and said in false humility: "Master Zhang, Brother Qiao, have you two finished your poems? Otherwise, I will let you compose poems first."

Qiao Wenjin acted like a loser and said in a sad voice, "You two should go first. I am unlucky to be in the same group with you two. I will not compete in this round. I give up. Taoist Zhang, your poem shocked everyone, 'If I want to compare Qinghu to Xi Shi, light makeup or heavy makeup is always suitable', it will surely become a masterpiece for all ages. And Brother Ouyang, your reputation has been well-known recently. Wenjin will not go on stage because he thinks he is ugly. You two should go first."

Zhou Sen was searching for poems at the moment, thinking: Since the theme is flowers in the Hundred Flowers Garden, I still need to see what flowers there are in the Hundred Flowers Garden. The flowers in the poems to be used later must correspond to the flowers in the Hundred Flowers Garden. There is no rush. Zhou Sen politely said to Ouyang Zongxin: "Oh, Brother Ouyang, you can write poems so quickly. Since Brother Ouyang has already written a poem, please go on stage and write a poem first, and don't let me."

Ouyang Zongxin said arrogantly: "The theme of 'flowers' is commonplace, so why is it difficult? I can do it easily. Since you two gentlemen are so modest, I will take the responsibility." Seeing that Ouyang Zongxin was such an arrogant and arrogant person, and saying such contemptuous words, Zhou Sen had already predicted that Ouyang Zongxin would not be able to write any amazing poems. People with common sense know that it is easy to write poems about common topics, but it is difficult to make them outstanding. Ouyang Zongxin's poems will definitely not be outstanding.

Ouyang Zongxin walked up to the writing desk and casually wrote the title of the poem: Hundred Flowers.

Then, without any hesitation, he wrote down all the verses: "A hundred flowers are in full bloom in the spring, and the colorful flowers intoxicate the souls of guests. The dancing butterflies and flying bees fill the path with fragrance, and the singing of orioles and chirping swallows brings endless joy. The wind blows the green willows to add new colors, and the rain moistens the red peaches, making them more intoxicating. Where else can you find such a beautiful scenery? The fragrance is shared by the ends of the earth." He wrote it in one breath.

As soon as Ouyang Zongxin's poem was finished, the judges around him applauded one after another, and the chief judge was also quite impressed. He was worthy of being the champion of last month's poetry competition. The language of this poem is vivid and the artistic conception is very engaging. It is a good poem, a good poem.

After the judges finished reading Ouyang Zongxin's poem, the contestants with the same theme all cheered. Qiao Wenjin said in despair, "It seems that giving up this round of competition is the right decision. I couldn't write Ouyang Zongxin's poem even if I tried for 10 years. What's more, there is a Taoist priest who is a dark horse behind Ouyang Zongxin."

The audience also responded in the same way, praising Ouyang Zongxin's poems. They had already heard that Taoist Zhang and Ouyang Zongxin were in the same group, and were all waiting to see what was going on.

This poem pushed the competition to a small climax, and everyone was worried about Taoist Zhang. If the level of Taoist Zhang's second poem could not reach the level of the first poem, then Taoist Zhang would lose. Taoist Zhang's first poem was the best in this poetry competition, but it was a pity that the poems in the first round could not be used for the second and third rounds. If he could not produce a poem better than Ouyang Zongxin in the second round, he would be eliminated. What a pity.

Yuwen Zhonglan, the chief judge of the third round of the Qixi Poetry Competition and the chief referee of the competition, also admired Ouyang Zongxin's poem and said with emotion: I didn't expect that Jiangxia Prefecture would have two talented poets at the same time this year.

As the most popular poet in his fiefdom, the King of Chu had some knowledge of Ouyang Zongxin and recognized his ability. Moreover, Ouyang Zongxin had already become a retainer of the King of Chu.