The internet had always been extremely fast.
Especially with the support of the top media and celebrities.
The terrifying speed of its spread was enough to make people click their tongues.
For the sake of this well-planned publicity campaign, the Southern Province had opened a portal on each platform.
The moment it was six o'clock.
It had reached more than 20 million people!
The especially terrifying number was enough to show the people of Nine Regions 'pursuit and love for poetry.
However, if one looked carefully at the bullet comments that filled the screen.
He could also see that everyone was dissatisfied and mocking the current state of poetry.
Very few people would think that this Wenmai Summit could contribute something new.
No one had ever thought that someone in the current era could really write a famous piece that had been passed down for a long time.
In the noisy live broadcast room, the atmosphere was fiery.
In the misty Yue Yang Tower, this highly anticipated Wenmai Summit.
Yuan Qing announced.
It had officially begun!
In order to put on a good show, in order to obtain a poem from Lu Ze 'openly' in the end.
The Southern Province had specially invited some experts from the Literature and History Society and some well-known literary researchers to participate in the competition.
There were a total of eight people, and they used an anonymous drawing of lots to write!
Only after the final results were out would the relevant information be made public based on the opinions of the creators.
Actually, this was specially designed for Lu Ze.
After all, Yuan Qing could easily find out about it.
Lu Ze was someone who was afraid of trouble.
It would provide him with a safe and comfortable creative environment.
The Southern Province could still do this.
At 6:10, the results of the draw were out.
Lu Ze seemed to have bad luck in drawing lots.
It was the same as the previous field training performance.
Once again, he obtained the last place.
But he was not bored.
In an enclosed area where the cameras could not capture.
The Lord who had always known how to enjoy himself lay on the recliner.
He felt the breeze blowing on his face and ate the freshest seasonal fruits.
He looked at Lin Lin, who had changed into a dance costume and danced a soft and graceful dance.
Lin Lin was the one who initiated the dance.
The reason was, of course, to continue changing the music.
Time slowly passed.
Just as Lu Ze was enjoying this feeling…
The works of the first two contestants had already been released.
The first contestant wrote a quatrain of five characters.
The poem reads:
"Yueyang has a beautiful scenery and tall buildings in the water.”
"Listen to the song in the blue waves, on the bird-watching pavilion.”
When the poem was announced in the live broadcast room, it was collectively despised and despised by the audience.
It's neither opposite nor neat.
His words were meaningless and his writing was childish!
I can do it too!
The second person's answer sheet was not far off either.
A seven-character quatrain.
The diction is different, and the meaning is unclear.
The audience jokingly called him " not as good as a primary school student."
There was indeed nothing he could do about this.
The essay with the title of " Yueyang Tower " was a test of one's standard.
In the Nine Provinces, where the style of writing was declining, the audience's appreciation level had been increasing, but the accumulation of scholars had never been deep.
It's good to use words and sentences, to use allusions to express emotions.
Almost all of them had the problem of ignoring the end and copying mechanically.
The program slowly progressed.
The number of spectators kept increasing, and the curses became stronger.
Their guess was right. This so-called Wenmai Summit was indeed a joke!
The Southern Province's actions were really asking for humiliation.
On the Internet, the audience was paying attention to this special " competition."
In reality, there were also people who paid some attention and interest to it.
Imperial Capital, Jiuzhou Culture and Travel Department office building.
After a busy day, Chen Qi was about to get off work when he suddenly received a link from his deputy in charge of the cultural field.
"Leader, the Southern Province has specially organized a cultural promotion program-Yueyang Tower Cultural Summit.”
"I found that the format is quite novel. Please take a look and see if it can be promoted in other provinces.”
Wenmai Summit?
Chen Qi muttered and opened the link curiously.
He brewed a cup of hot tea and watched quietly.
At 6:50 pm, the first six groups of contestants had already presented their works.
Other than one of the seven-character poems that was just a simple description of the scenery, it was barely passable.
The rest of the works were all criticized by the audience.
The show was very popular.
However, the red fire had already turned black and red.
The related topics on the Internet were also filled with curses.
However, in the face of such a lineup.
Yuan Qing and the others did not panic at all.
Because they knew that the real finale had yet to take place.
To put it bluntly, the previous works were all used to make comparisons and foreshadowing for Lu Ze.
If one didn't have a good experience, how could one appreciate the real good things?
The psychological contrast could be considered to have been thoroughly played by them!
At 7:10 pm, the seventh contestant's work was released.
He had thought that the organizers would give him a surprise.
However, what they did not expect was that instead of the surprise, they were shocked.
This contestant had created the worst work in the entire competition.
The audience burst into a frenzy.
The last bit of enthusiasm he had for this show was exhausted!
The bullet screen was filled with curses, indicating that they wanted to leave the live broadcast room and never watch such trash programs again.
Under the nervous and expectant gazes of the crowd, Lu Ze stepped into the exclusive studio.
The wooden attic was filled with pine fragrance.
Outside the window facing the lake, red clouds were falling and sand gulls were gliding.
The Dongting Lake in the late summer evening was beautiful beyond compare.
As for Lu Ze, under the gentle breeze.
He calmly spread the paper on the sandalwood table.
He dipped his brush in thick ink and looked at the lake quietly.
After a few seconds, he raised his pen.
On the paper, he wrote four big words:
Yue Yang Tower!
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