"Did the person in charge of the Poetry Network know?" Cheng Mengxi said to the staff around him, and the man shook his head and said.

"I don't know, we reported it before we found something wrong. This poem is really great." The man said helplessly.

Cheng Mengxi suddenly laughed at the corner of her mouth. She slowly said, "This person is the author of our Chinese website. I just received a report that a book on our website suddenly jumped on the reward list. They suspected that someone deliberately turned the list, but now it seems that those who have read the poems came over!"

"Originally, we held this poetry meeting, and the Poetry Network thought that it was impossible for us to win the championship. One or two of us could win the bronze medal. Even if we were held together, we seemed to be a foil. But now it seems that they miscalculated!"

Cheng Mengxi is one of the heads of this poetry meeting of Chinese website. She is a member of Chinese website. She is naturally unhappy when she sees such a big tone. Now she feels so comfortable when she sees such a scene. Moreover, "Early Summer" was written by a professor at Poetry Network. If others don't know, she knows it!

"Strictly abide by the appreciation rules, and once you find any malicious ticket swiping and other behaviors, you will directly delete their works!"

Cheng Mengxi directly issued an order to the staff around her. This poem, "By the Dongting" is far more than all the works participating in this competition, and she is not allowed to be defiled!

In the evening, in a quadrilateral courtyard with a strong ancient atmosphere in Kyoto, a pretty girl came to the yard with a tablet under the tree, sat on a rattan chair and said to the old man who was enjoying the cool air.

"Grandpa, don't you want to see your "Early Summer" ranking?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the girl beside him lovingly and said, "What's wrong, Xiao Yan, I have never paid attention to these rankings."

The old man is Du Guangyu, the tenth generation descendant of the world's poet Du Fu. He devotes himself to studying poetry and his love for poetry can be said to be deeply rooted in the bones. He is also one of the presidents of the Chinese Poetry Association and one of the founders of Poetry Network.

Du Xiaoyan laughed and said, "Hehe. I know what grandpa is going to say. If I say, you are not only not the first, but you are also tens of thousands of votes behind others. Your cute granddaughter didn't vote for you!"

Du Guangyu didn't care at first, but when he heard that he was behind tens of thousands of votes and his granddaughter hadn't voted for him, he couldn't sit still, and his interest suddenly rose and he spoke.

"show me."

He has understood the old waves of the Yangtze River pushing the old waves. He directly pressed his father to the ground and rubbed him in the song "Late Winter". In the end, his father admitted that he was not as good as him.

After taking the tablet, Du Guangyu first saw his work "Early Summer", which was ranked second, with more than 80,000 votes. Isn't this not bad, how much can it be?

There was only one poem above. The old man glanced at him again and was suddenly surprised. His eyes were slightly raised, and he had 130,000 tickets???

How is that possible?

He instantly sat upright, and his trembling hands slowly opened up a song called "Passing Dongting"!

"The west wind blows the old Dongting waves." The old man reads word by word as he reads. This is his attitude towards poetry. The real master always has an apprentice's heart.

After reading the first sentence, the old man did not respond much. He felt that it was very good to use the historical past, so he continued to read the next sentence.

"Xiangjun has a lot of gray hair in one night." When the old man finished reading this sentence, he was a little touched when combined with the artistic conception of the previous sentence.

"Green Xiangjun, legend has it that Xiangjun heard that Emperor Shun died in the wilderness of Cangwu, and could not follow him enough and the crowing bamboos were spotted. That was sad enough, very good!" The old man did not hesitate to praise him.

"I don't know that the sky is in the water after being drunk?" The old man's breathing was a little quick when he finished reading this sentence. He did not rush to make his own understanding, but looked directly at the next sentence, because he felt that the next sentence must have a wonderful cooperation with the previous sentence, because the relationship between the third sentence and the first two sentences is not very big!

"A ship full of clear dreams over the galaxy!!!"

After Du Guang finished reciting the memory, he felt as if he was in a dreamland of the Milky Way, and was surrounded by the brilliant galaxy. He was half drunk and half awake, and he was lingering. Such a dream was like a fairy tale!

"Okay! Great!"

After Du Guang finished reading the poem, his face turned red. He held the tablet and read it carefully, and said to his granddaughter, "I only thought that there were talents in the Jiangshan generation, but I didn't expect that they were such talents. The first two lines of this poem seemed to express his own talent and his sorrow, but the last two lines were a masterpiece! They directly sublimate the whole poem and compose a dream world like a dream bubble. Romantic and ethereal!"

When Du Xiaoyan heard his grandfather’s analysis, she immediately felt that the artistic conception of this poem had been sublimated a lot, and she murmured the last two lines.

"After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the sky."

"Who is from the Poetry Association?"

Du Guangyu asked, he wanted to discuss the way of poetry with the author. Those who can write romantic poetry today must be wise people!

Du Xiaoyan heard grandpa's words come out of his fantasy and hummed, "Grandpa, you guessed it wrong. The author is not from our Poetry Association, but is a novel author on Chinese website!"

"What?"

Du Guangyu couldn't react for a moment. When the Chinese website came to the Poetry Association to ask for a cooperation between the Poetry Network and the Chinese website to hold a poetry appreciation event, he told the truth, and he also felt that the Chinese website could not do anything in the poetry meeting.

After all, writing poetry requires inspiration, immersion, and reading a lot of ancient poems. The poetry association that accompanys poetry every day is obviously more advantageous.

But now!

"It's true that the Yangtze River is pushing the old wave, and there are talents in the country. It seems that I am really old!"

Du Guangyu's "Early Summer" has been inspiration for a long time. He revised it on the way and finally reached the point where he was satisfied. For this reason, when the poetry meeting call for manuscripts began, he also participated, not for anything else, but just wanted the power of poetry to infect more people.

"I didn't expect that the gold medal work would come out on the first day." Du Guangyu lay down on the rattan chair again and closed it and slowly read "Passing Dongting". Once again, he was in this unparalleled romantic dream. He actually wanted to drink, wanting to experience the real feeling of not knowing the sky was in the water after being drunk.

Du Xiaoyan opened his mouth slightly and said in surprise, "Grandpa, your "Early Summer" is also very good, it's just now. Didn't you teach me since childhood and never give up?"

Du Guangyu opened his eyes and glared at Du Xiaoyan with a beard and said, "What do you know about little girl? This poem can be a masterpiece!! It is not an exaggeration to directly regard the last two lines as classics!"

After saying that, he ignored Du Xiaoyan, closed his eyes and rested, but muttered, not knowing that the sky was in the water after being drunk, and murmured as if he wanted to drink.

Du Xiaoyan curled her lips, and she just comforted the old man. She was impressed when she saw this poem at a glance!

Thinking about the fact that she contributed to "Spring Xiao" is still struggling below. Although she entered the top ten, her votes are not as high as those of "Going Dongting".

She also voted for "Crossing Dongting"!

The author is straight man, how can the straight man's name actually write such a romantic poem!!!

She is looking forward to it. She will be on the scene during the final review. I hope she is a handsome guy!

When Du Guangyu was reading "By Dongting", he also received news from the Poetry Association because this poem is so popular now that it has fermented on the Internet of all parties, and they can't help but not pay attention to it.

When they finished reading "By Dongting", their expressions were basically the same as those of Du Guangyu. They were all surprised that this was actually created by an author on the Chinese website and was impressed by the dream constructed in the poem. The entire poem was revived by the strokes of the divine poem. The last two sentences can really be called a classic of the past!

Only a few young people were dissatisfied and thought that this was just a first-class luck, and maybe it was a mistake. He was Quan Zhizhun, the creator of "Mo Shangsang", and the grandson of another founder of the Poetry Association.

His works are currently ranked third, with more than 79,000 votes, which is just slightly behind Du Guangyu's "Early Summer", but he is more than twice as many votes behind "Passing Dongting". If there is no accident, he will not be able to catch up!

Quan Zhigong himself wanted to surpass "Early Summer" and won the championship in one fell swoop. After all, although he held this poetry meeting with Chinese website, everyone thought it was just an internal competition for the poetry meeting!

But now, it is a young Chinese website author who is far ahead and the poems he created have become a masterpiece. Quan Zhizong is very dissatisfied!
Chapter completed!