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Han Zhong smiled: "Sure enough, as we expected, everyone's reaction to this question is a bit big." ”

Bai Yi said: "That's for sure. The love story between Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru has been talked about by people for thousands of years. There are also many people who have tried to make up Zhuo Wenjun's poem, but everyone always feels that the poem that is made up is not Zhuo Wenjun's poem, which is regrettable. Now, we use it as a test question for this round, and everyone's interest is naturally very strong. ”

Liu Yuan also said: "Not only netizens are interested, but also major celebrities, including some people who study history, are probably also very interested." It's just that we shouldn't expect too much, this round of everyone's poems shouldn't be too outstanding. ”

Han Zhong nodded and said, "For thousands of years, no one has been able to write this poem well. Of course, we don't expect them to write any good poems in half an hour. We're just treating it as a question, a difficult one. ”

Bai Yi smiled: "Having said that, I'm quite looking forward to it." Especially that kid, I don't know what kind of answer he can give in the face of such a question?"

Han Zhong also smiled: "I'm looking forward to it too." Don't expect too much, though. After all, he is still very young, and it is almost impossible to write this poem well. ”

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Beijing, a residential community.

"Do you want to write poems for Zhuo Wenjun? Yi Tian, a professor of history at Beijing University, also became interested in this question.

He likes history, studies history, and is naturally very familiar with the stories of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru, which have been passed down for thousands of years. I also feel very sorry that the poem written by Zhuo Wenjun in the story has not been recorded by history.

He had carefully studied the relevant documents, including official history, wild history, folklore, etc., and wanted to find clues about this poem, but he found nothing.

Of course, it is very likely that this poem does not exist at all, and naturally there will be no record of it. The statement that Zhuo Wenjun once wrote this poem is also processed by later legends.

But in any case, the absence of this poem is a very big pity for this story that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Now, the Chinese Poetry Association is taking this as the title of the competition. This made Yi Tian very interested in it, although he didn't believe that the eight contestants could write good poems. But he was curious about what kind of poems the contestants would write.

Like Yi Tian, professors and teachers from many universities across the country, especially those in the history and literature departments, have shown unprecedented interest in this round of competition.

Of course, they are basically just curious, but they don't have much hope for the outcome. Because, it may not be difficult to write a good poem, but from Zhuo Wenjun's point of view, to make up for the poems in this story, and to be recognized by everyone, it is not a question of whether it is difficult or not, but it is impossible to complete it.

Otherwise, the poems that many poets have written for it over the centuries would not always be unrecognized.

It can be said that the whole country, whether it is celebrities or ordinary netizens, is just holding a curious mentality and waiting for the final result.

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It's just that everyone doesn't know that there is a person who doesn't belong to this world who is also participating in this poetry meeting.

The world in which this person was originally located also has such a beautiful story, and it is more complete than the story of this world. The poem that made Sima Xiangru change his mind and made the world regret for a thousand years was also passed down with that beautiful story in the world where this person was originally located.

That poem is called "The White Head Yin".

Now, it is being typed word by word by Li Fan on the computer.

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is so curling!

Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives!

This original and authentic poem will soon meet the world, and it will make countless people in this world ecstatic!

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Half an hour passed quickly, and the time came to seven o'clock in the evening. Countless people waiting in front of the computer can't wait to start reading the poems one by one.

Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan commented while watching.

Han Zhong said: "Not bad, not bad. is worthy of being the top 8 authors, and it is still very good to just look at the poems themselves. ”

Bai Yi said: "The poem is good, but there are some disease-free moans, which seem very empty, have no feelings, and basically have no sense of substitution." The poems of Yan Mu and Fei Yang are better, but they still feel that this cannot be the poems written by Zhuo Wenjun at all. ”

Han Zhong continued: "This poem is really not easy to write, but fortunately, we have prepared it in our hearts. Forget about the background of its creation and simply appreciate the poetry. ”

Bai Yi smiled bitterly: "That's all." It's just that many people should still be disappointed in their hearts. Perhaps, we shouldn't ask this question, so that everyone will not be disappointed. ”

Han Zhong sighed: "Maybe." Hey, why are the two of us talking? Why doesn't Lao Liu say a word?"

Han Zhong and Bai Yi realized that Liu Yuan hadn't said a word since the work came out. It's really strange, Lao Liu is not a person who likes to be silent.

The two looked in the direction of Liu Yuan's seat at the same time, only to see Liu Yuan staring at the computer screen motionless, as if he was intoxicated by some kind of event.

The two gentlemen were puzzled for a while, and then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly retracted their gaze to the computer screen. According to their previous habits, they put Li Fan's works at the end to appreciate, and they have not seen Li Fan's works yet.

There is only one reason why Liu Yuan is so fascinated at this time. That is, he saw a poem that could fascinate him, and this poem could only be Li Fan's.

Han Zhong and Bai Yi clicked on Li Fan's poem, and after a while, an incredible look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Soon, like Liu Yuan, he was intoxicated with this poem.

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Beijing, a residential community.

"Oh? It's already out, so let me take a look. Yi Tian rubbed his neck with his hand, took a sip of tea, and then began to look at the entries.

"Oh, sure enough. As I thought, these poems are good poems on their own. It's just that no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be from Zhuo Wenjun's hand. If you want to completely imitate Zhuo Wenjun's heart at that time, it is really impossible to write this poem. ”

Yi Tianyi watched it first, and he couldn't say that he was disappointed. He is an expert in history, and he knows how difficult it is to write this poem, and it is impossible for these young poets to do what so many people in history have not done.

It was just that suddenly, his eyes froze, and his face was full of incredulity. His hands trembled slightly.

"This, this, this ......"

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(To be continued.) )