Zhao Feng almost fell off the chair after hearing this,

He was dumbfounded,

"Why did Zhuang Yan write this on the spot?"

This guy can really write poetry?

And it seems to be on par with Mr. Wang Guoan's level?

At this time, Zhao Feng suddenly felt that his heart was beating violently,

He suddenly began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

Somewhere in China,

Cui Cailiang put the freshly brewed tea into his mouth,

The next second, I heard Zhuang Yan's voice coming out of the screen,

Cui Cailiang was directly stunned,

The hand shook slightly,

The hot tea spilled out along the shaky arc,

"Whew!"

"Hiss ----"

Cui Cailiang was caught off guard and was scalded by the tea,

The back of the thin hand was red,

But he didn't care about his own hands at this time,

Because his eyes were glued to the TV at this time.

Zhuang Yan's song "Yuan Ri" shocked him.

"Thousands of households... Always exchange the new peach for the old charm....."

"Good poetry!

Cui Cailiang muttered these two lines of poetry several times in his mouth,

Then he clapped his hands and shouted,

Eyes shine,

"Bring pen and paper!"

Cui Cailiang called excitedly,

Two minutes later, Cui Cailiang wrote this poem neatly on paper,

Hold it up and appreciate it carefully,

Looking at the poems in his hand,

He suddenly felt that his handwriting was a little scribbled,

I always feel unworthy of this poem.

....

The netizens in the live broadcast room were boiling for a while,

Wang Guo'an was stunned for a moment, and God reacted,

"Young man Zhuang, this poem ..... Did you really write it?"

Wang Guoan blurted out,

His expression was full of excitement.

This sentence changed the taste in the mouths of netizens,

Could it be that you still suspect that this poem was copied by Zhuang Yan?

Some netizens who call themselves 'writers' began to use the topic to play,

"This young man's level of this poem seems to be better than that of Wang Laobi?"

Zhuang Yan is only in his early twenties, and he has never heard of him writing poetry before, how could he write such a profound poem in a few minutes?"

"It's not that I'm sour! Although Zhuang Yan is talented, I always feel that this poem doesn't look like he wrote it,"

"To put it mildly, even Cui Lao of the Chinese Poetry Association wants to make a poem of this level in a short period of time on the spot, isn't it? How could a young man in his early twenties blurt out?"

There are a few people in the live broadcast room,

On weekdays, I like to bury my head in the study of these poems.

They boast that they know a little bit about poetry.

At this moment, they don't want to believe that this poem was made by Zhuang Yan temporarily.

To put it bluntly,

They just don't want to admit it,

Zhuang Yan is an "outsider" who is better than them,

This is the common denominator of human nature,

I can't

But I don't want to see others better than me.

Zhuang Yan looked at it,

Seeing these questioning comments,

Scratching his head for a moment,

Then

Bite!

"System task: detect that the host is being questioned, ask the host to prove itself and convince the audience in the live broadcast room. ”

"Mission reward: 30 points. ”

"Tip: If you fail a mission, you will retract your advanced poetry skill. ”

Zhuang Yan: "???"

"No, system, what are you doing at this time?"

"Master, I just want to watch the play quietly, but the sky doesn't follow my wishes....."

"I'm a star, you're a star!"

Zhuang Yan looked helpless,

In fact, he doesn't care about other people's doubts at all.

After all, he also knew in his heart,

If according to their own strength,

I can't write such a poem myself.

What others say is someone else's business,

It's hard to reconcile,

As long as he is happy with himself,

Anyway, they don't give money.

But at this point, the system spoke,

He'll have to figure out a way to get the job done.

Immediately, Zhuang Yan smiled and said,

"In fact, writing poetry is such a thing, regardless of age or expertise, everyone has their own perception of things. ”

"I don't live on this, so there's no need for me to lie about it, it's completely unnecessary. ”

"Since everyone still has some doubts about my poem, then let's do it, then I'll make another one,"

"The subject matter is up to Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, can I trouble you?"

For Wang Guoan,

Zhuang Yan chose to subconsciously ignore his disdain for himself at the beginning,

After all, literati,

Somewhat grumpy.

Listening to Zhuang Yan's words,

Wang Guoan was stunned,

Then he smiled and said,

"Yes, since Little Brother Zhuang said so, then I'll be the questioner once. ”

"But Zhuang Yan, don't take it lightly! I'm going to start having problems!"

Wang Guoan had a smile on his face,

This time it was a little more sincere and kind than at the beginning.

Wang Guoan suddenly became a little interested in Zhuang Yan,

This young man has an impenetrable feeling,

A song "Yuan Ri", which sounds good and is on par with him,

But he himself knows that this poem has much deeper meaning than his own poem.

This young man is not simple!

He wanted to see what kind of amazing poems Zhuang Yan could come up with.

Wang Guoan pondered for a while and said,

"Then let's write a poem on the theme of longing and homesickness!"

homesickness

This theme is very rare in the poetry circle of this world,

To be exact,

It is a rare good work,

Many people write poems of homesickness,

Emotions are easy to deviate,

Not able to grasp it well,

So for this aspect of the poem, it is relatively rare,

The reason why Wang Guoan chose this theme,

It's because he wants to see,

Such an unpopular theme,

What amazing works can Zhuang Yan make.

As soon as this theme came out,

Some netizens who know a little about poetry are heartbroken,

"It's rare to see poems on this theme!"

"Teacher Wang, this is what you want Zhuang Yan to challenge!"

It is said that very few people can grasp the feeling of homesickness well in poetry. ”

"It's really not easy, but I'm looking forward to it, I don't know if Zhuang Yan can make a different work. ”

Zhuang Yan heard Wang Guoan's words,

The brain began to run at a rapid pace,

All kinds of words and knowledge pass through the mind,

Half a minute later,

Zhuang Yan spoke,

His face changed seriously and his tone changed,

"Moonlight in front of the bed"

"Suspected frost on the ground"

"Look up at the moon"

"Bow your head and miss your hometown"

As soon as this five-word quatrain came out,

All the viewers in the two live broadcast rooms were stunned for a moment,

A few seconds later, everyone was shocked!

What a "look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown"!

When Wang Guoan heard this poem,

frowned slightly,

Zhuang Yan read four lines of poetry in a light tone,

When I first heard it, I gave everyone an illusion,

When the poem first entered the ear, it only felt bland.

Savor it but find that it has a unique taste,

Everyone seemed to see a picture before their eyes,

A man alone in a foreign land,

Running around and toiling for life during the day,

At night,

Seeing the moonlight pouring in through the windowsill,

There were waves of homesickness in my heart.