This Star is a bit Salty

The next morning, Li Han got on a motorcycle and set off.

He intends to ride a motorcycle directly, not slower than a car.

The poetry meeting started at 2 pm. Huang Jian invited Li Han to have dinner together at noon, and Li Han agreed.

Two and a half hours later, I arrived at the last leisure club in the northern suburbs of Yinjiang City.

"Li Han, welcome, welcome!"

"Old Huang, you make me a little flattered!"

Meeting with Huang Jian, the two exchanged greetings for a while.

After the greeting, Huang Jian expressed his gratitude for the last time Li Han donated the painting. Because of Li Han's painting, the Yinjiang City Painting Association has taken the limelight in front of the Provincial Painting Association and other city painting associations.

Li Han repeatedly expressed humility.

Later, Li Han asked about some specific things about the Poetry Society today.

Huang Jian said that today's Poetry Society is a relatively large-scale poetry meeting. In addition to the participation of poets and poetry lovers in this city, some poets and poetry lovers from neighboring cities will also come over to participate.

Although the Poetry Club also has the nature of a competition, it is not a special poetry competition after all, so there is no special process and regulations, and it is mainly based on mutual communication between everyone.

Li Han nodded. People in this world generally prefer ancient poetry. Today, ancient poetry is still a very important branch of literature.

In addition to provincial and municipal poetry associations, there are various large and small poetry societies throughout the country.

Poetry clubs and poetry contests of various sizes are also held more frequently, with many participants.

If your poetry is good, you can become a professional poet with your own fame and fans.

Li Han's two previous poems, "Ying the Goose" and "Pity the Agriculture", can be said to be well-known in the poetry world, and Li Han is also considered a little famous in the poetry world.

The Internet age is like this, as long as you make a really good poem, the speed of dissemination is very fast.

While walking, the two said that they came to a courtyard, where a lot of people gathered and it was very lively.

These people basically come to add poetry.

Although the poetry meeting officially started at 2 pm,

But now it is the warm-up stage of the Poetry Club. Everyone talks about poetry and ci, and exchanges creative experience and skills.

There are many tables, chairs, benches, pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the courtyard. If you have inspiration, you can write poems and lyrics on the spot.

Regardless of the quality of the poems, they will be applauded, and everyone will comment and appreciate.

One of them was surrounded by many people, and it was the most lively.

In the faint, I heard someone say, "No way, no way, no way to count, this is no more words!"

Then everyone in the audience laughed.

Not a laugh, but that kind of innocent, very happy laugh.

Li Han and Huang Jian became interested and walked into the crowd, only to see a piece of rice paper written on the desk: "One piece of two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces and ten pieces. Countless pieces."

Is this poetry?

Of course, it is also considered a poem, at least in terms of format, but it is only one sentence short of it.

But this poem is a little too plain.

Huang Jian smiled a little, but Li Han found it interesting.

Why do these lines exist? After listening for a while, the two quickly understood.

It turned out that this was a game and a joke by several people.

Several people have discussed the theme of "snow" here before. How should we write poetry?

With a thought, one person picked up a pen and wrote "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces", and then asked someone next to him to pick up the second sentence.

He just wanted to make a joke and liven up the atmosphere.

The people next to him can also see it, and another person finds it interesting, picks up a pen and then writes: "Five, six, seven or eight".

If you count one, two, three, four, then I will count five, six, seven, eight, which can be considered a correspondence.

As soon as the second sentence came out, several people laughed at the same time, which indeed made the atmosphere very active, and everyone was in a good mood.

In this case, another third person continued to write: "Nine pieces, ten pieces and countless pieces."

As soon as this sentence came out, several people laughed even more, and the laughter also attracted more people to come and watch.

After everyone saw the three lines of poems on the rice paper and learned about the origin of the three lines of poems, they all found it interesting.

These three poems are said to be poems, but they are not poems. But if it is not poetry, it is somewhat like poetry.

If you can add one more sentence to form four sentences, it will be more like a poem.

Everyone thinks so.

So, another person picked up the pen and prepared to add another sentence to form four sentences.

However, when he was about to write, he found that he couldn't write anymore.

Or rather, can't count.

From one to ten, and then "innumerable pieces" came out, it's impossible to continue counting.

So, he said the sentence just now, the same sentence Li Han and Huang Jian heard.

After everyone listened to it, they also found that they couldn't continue to count. Even "innumerable pieces" came out, how could they count?

"In the previous third sentence, you shouldn't use 'innumerable pieces', you should use 'nine pieces, ten pieces and one hundred pieces', so that you can connect with 'thousands of thousands of pieces and countless pieces'." Someone said.

After listening to this, everyone said yes, and then laughed, they all thought it was very interesting.

Huang Jian also found it interesting, and it would be even more interesting if he could add another sentence.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he found that it seemed that he really couldn't continue.

Later, seeing that Li Han was also interested, he moved in his heart and said, "Li Han Xiaoyou, can you have a way to say another sentence?"

Li Han is indeed very interested, this poem makes him feel a little kind, because this poem has appeared in a previous life, and it can even be said to be very famous.

I never thought it would appear in this form in this world.

Li Han also intends to write the last sentence of the poem, which is an interesting collision of past and present life.

Wen Yan smiled and said: "It is indeed possible to give it a try."

"Oh? Is there really a way?" Huang Jian looked overjoyed and said, "Then it's up to little friend Li Han."

He originally just tried to ask, but he didn't expect Li Han to actually have a solution, which made him look forward to it.

Li Han smiled, then raised his voice and said, "I'll give it a try."

After listening to Li Han's voice, everyone looked at Li Han, all a little surprised. It was already clear that it was impossible to continue. Does anyone still want to try it?

Then all eyes lit up again, looking forward to it.

Since people dare to try, it means that they have already thought of how to answer the next sentence?

This made everyone curious. "Countless films" have already come out, can they continue to count?

Even if it is followed by a sentence of "trillion pieces, billion pieces, tens of billion pieces", it doesn't feel right!

People couldn't understand it, and they became more and more curious.

The man who was about to pick up the fourth sentence laughed, handed the brush that he had been holding in his hand to Li Han, and said, "I can't pick it up, this brother, please!"

Li Han took the writing brush, thanked him, and then said to everyone that he "felt ugliness".

After that, he no longer hesitated, and continued to write under the third sentence: "Flying into the reed flower, you will never see it."

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