Little Farmer Big Star

"When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

When Han Zhong only heard the first sentence, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Bai Yi in disbelief. This is a word, a word that makes people feel heroic and extraordinary just in the first sentence.

Thinking about the full moon night, the poet suddenly remembered a question, when did this bright moon begin to appear? Afterwards, the poet raised his glass and asked Qingtian.

Such a heroic and uninhibited picture makes people feel enthusiastic and yearning when they think about it.

Han Zhong finally understood why Bai Yi and Liu Yuan were so excited just now.

Because, at this time, he was so excited that he wanted to raise his glass and ask Qingtian, when did this bright moon start to appear?

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"I don't know what year is this evening in the palace tower in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. "

Like Bai Yi, Yi Tian was also chanting at this time. The voice was soft, but cadenced.

Do not know the palace in the sky, what year and month is it now? I want to ride the royal breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the building made of beautiful jade can't stand the cold of the towering nine days. With his own clear shadow, dancing under the moon, where does this look like a human world?

Yi Tian never thought that he would read a word that made him so excited today.

This is different from the excitement of "Thinking" and "Shangxie". After reading "Thinking" and "Shang Xie", he was only excited to appreciate it from a purely artistic point of view. After all, he is already an old man who is over 100 years old, long past the age of fantasy and longing for love.

And this song is different, this song completely made him feel excited from the heart. He stood by the window, looking at the sky that was gradually darkening outside, and at the faintly looming moon. Word by word, I slowly recited this poem, and the whole person was completely intoxicated.

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"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, Low Qihu, and sleepless photos.

There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go? "

The moonlight turned through the vermilion pavilion, passed low through the carved doors and windows, and illuminated the people in the room who had been unable to fall asleep. Maybe Mingyue has some resentment against people, or why does it tend to be round when people leave?

Zheng Jie recited these two sentences in a low voice. Just chanting, he was excited and a little puzzled. Excited because it is not an exaggeration to say that this poem is a masterpiece of the ages, and doubt because the author of this poem is too young, why is it so sentimental?

Just like these two sentences, this should obviously be the emotion that a person who has been displaced for half his life at least in middle age should express his emotions.

Now it was made by this kid, which is very surprising.

Of course, it is not impossible that Li Fan can write such a poem. This may be because he remembered that inspiration came from a sleepless night when he was working in the provincial capital, and with a little artistic processing, it could be done overnight.

After a long time, Zheng Jie sighed, "To be able to make such a masterpiece at a young age, maybe this is the real genius."

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"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and it is difficult to complete this matter.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

People have the changes of joys and sorrows, and the moon has the change of cloudy and sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I just hope that the relatives of all people in this world can be safe and healthy, and that even if they are separated by thousands of miles, they can share this beautiful moonlight.

Yu Qiu's eyes were bright, even though he had already prepared in his heart, that kid Li Fan's last poem would definitely not be bad. But he did not expect that this poem would be so classic.

Yes, classic. Although it has just been born, Yu Qiu has already affirmed that it will become a classic. And it is not an ordinary classic, it will definitely become a swan song in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry.

"What kind of incense did that old boy Han Zhong burn? He actually allowed Li Fan to leave so many classic poems for this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. From the first "Transplanting Rice Seedlings" to today's The last song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" can be said to be the first classic."

Yu Qiu didn't know what words to use to express the envy in Yu Qiu's heart.

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Beijing, a residential area.

"When will the moon be there, and when will it be there!"

Yan Mu sighed heavily, and he finally lost. Even though he knew that his poem tonight would also be a classic. But no matter how classic it is, it can't compare to this song "When Will the Moon Come".

At one time, he wanted to wonder if the song "When Will the Moon Come" is really Li Fan's work? Did Li Fan ask the shooter to write it?

But he also knew it was impossible. Such a classic work, only this one is enough to be passed down to future generations, and its name will last forever. Who is willing to sell it or give it to others. In addition, Li Fan could not take such a risk.

In the end, he could only sigh silently.

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Magic City, a residential area.

Mo Bai, Wang Ling, Du Feng, and Lu Ran completely didn't know what to say at this time. Thinking about the beginning of the competition, they had dismissed Li Fan and didn't take him seriously.

now what?

well! Only a sigh.

They are now very fortunate that they didn't let go of any harsh words at the beginning, otherwise, they don't know what they have been beaten to.

"Alas! The game is about to end. Let's get drunk and relieve our worries later." This was the common voice of the four at this time.

They can only use Du Kang to draw a successful conclusion to their gathering this time.

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The network at this time has already broken the brief silence at the beginning of the game.

"When the moon will be there, ask the sky for the wine. This is too chic. When the moon comes out, I will also ask with a glass of wine."

"I advise you not to go upstairs. The poets are handsome. If you go, you will probably be regarded as a fool."

"Go away! I don't know art, I'm too lazy to care about you."

"By the way, which of the third and fourth poems is Li Fan's?"

"Of course it's the fourth song, so why not ask?"

"What if the fourth song is from Yan Mu? Didn't it say before that Yan Mu could reverse and win the championship? Maybe this is the song they rely on."

"If the two poems are close, it's really hard to judge. Now, the fourth poem is definitely Li Fan's."

"Agreed, for Yan Mu to reverse, it must be possible if the two poems are relatively close. Now that one is obviously higher than the other, Yan Mu has no chance."

"..."

Although netizens are very sure, in fact, everyone knows that it is not entirely impossible that the fourth poem was written by Yan Mu.

After all, Yan Mu's strength is also very strong.

This also made the fans who supported Li Fan a little worried and nervous. Especially the fans of Fanlou, if there is an accident in this last round, the previous efforts will be in vain.

As for Yan Mu's fans, there is still a glimmer of hope at this time, and of course they are even more nervous.

They all prayed silently in their hearts.

Fortunately, they didn't need to be nervous for long, because it was already 8 pm, and the answer was about to be revealed.

At this time, the sky was basically completely dark, and the round bright moon had quietly hung in the sky, as if it wanted to witness the mystery that was about to be revealed.

Just under the nervousness of fans on both sides and the curiosity of neutral netizens. The Huaguo Poetry Association officially closed the voting channel and announced the author's name below the four poems.

And the eyes of hundreds of millions of netizens are now staring at the bottom of the fourth poem.

"Li Fan!"

The answer was revealed, and the overall champion of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival was born!

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(To be continued.)