"Okay!" Liu Zhiyuan finished a poem, and the old man on the judges' bench directly patted the case, because his face looked simply red because of excitement.

The crisp clapping sound sounded particularly clear in this live broadcast room, and even those who were in the association were shocked by such a poem at the moment, and they couldn't even tell their own position for a while, but they only knew how to use their own hands to shoot a deafening burst of fierce applause.

"It's a masterpiece, the former one gives people a dull feeling, the latter one gives people a cheerful, thriving scene, just a few lines, refreshing, but also refreshing the perception of poetry, because I think he is not a poem, but a painting, a lifelike form and spirit, I really want to see the seductive painting that feels like a leisurely time. ”

In this fast-paced living city, Liu Zhiyuan's poem directly reopened people's hearts, and made people temporarily forget the camp.

"Yes, Liu Zhiyuan's work is actually a lot higher, between the lines, there is no excessive carving, but it gives people a catchy feeling, I really can't believe that this person will actually make this kind of masterpiece in a period of time, I am ashamed. ”

"Writing poetry tests not only the author's cultural heritage, but also personal feelings, and after listening to such a poem, I think I should re-acquaint myself with the person in front of me. ”

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A person in the trenches didn't pay attention to Liu Zhiyuan's shocking emotion, the point was that the old man who was a judge after them was excited.

"A good picture of the countryside, a good faction of nature is not pretentious, a natural work, just a few lines of poetry, let people see the breeze and the moon, slightly hear the sound of rain and cicadas, such a flowing work if there is no deep foundation can never write such a masterpiece, it seems to describe the countryside is small, but it also gives people a sense of heroism, wonderful!

The audience of various comments on the scene can naturally hear it, and after everyone heard it, Xue Wen's fans suddenly didn't even dare to let out a fart, but Liu Zhiyuan's fans became rampant.

"Hahaha, I knew that Mr. Liu would definitely disappoint us, how is it right? Look at the works that are like ghosts and axes, just now I said that our Mr. Liu opened your big eyes to see, is it Xue Wen's kind of fart that doesn't touch the edges, he is also embarrassed to be cheeky, saying that he is a poem, I'm sorry, hurry up and go home and sleep!"

"This kind of poem that makes people feel relaxed and happy just by reading sentences, it is really too rare, this kind of few words can show the beautiful picture of the countryside in front of people, and bring people to the field like an oil painting in the world full of insects and stars, Mr. Liu, you are not a poet, you are simply an artist with the hand of God, this poem, so beautiful!"

"Ah, what I saw after listening to this poem is vitality and hope, just like the feeling that our Teacher Liu passed on to us on weekdays, and it really deserves to be true to my Teacher Liu, who knows if there is a ...... as soon as he makes a move."

"I love Mr. Liu, and I love all kinds of surprises and masterpieces that Mr. Liu gives from time to time, Mr. Liu, we love you the most, you are the best. ”

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Listening to the fans at the scene, they were almost intoxicated by the beauty of this poem, and the comments and forwards were endless, and the number of onlookers became more for a while.

The smugness on Xue Wen's original face had all disappeared, and he lowered his head, but who could tell the height of anyone who was not stupid?

As soon as Xue Wen's poetry collection came out, the old man sat on the stage and didn't tease his eyelids, at most there were only a few people who slapped horses and patted horses for a while.

As a result, after Liu Zhiyuan spoke up, the old man stood up directly excitedly, and gave such a high evaluation, not to mention, even the people in the same trench were so excited that they got carried away with excitement and talked eloquently, calling it a masterpiece.

It was simply a slap in the face, and it wasn't a slap yet, presumably Xue Wen also felt that his face was being beaten?

Xu Anben had already set up a posture on the side and waited for Liu Zhiyuan to be embarrassed, after all, as long as this kid lost to the Writers' Association this time and was embarrassed to go back, then there would be a way to clean up this kid.

As a result, he didn't make a fuck and held back a big move directly, and he was about to explode when he was angry.

As soon as this work came out, everyone commented and was shocked, but they didn't dare to take it down, after all, it was too good in front, if they wanted to have a face.

"Alright, that's the end of the first prompter, now let's move on to the second prompter, 'Hibiscus'. An Ran's voice fell, this Li Gang seemed to see that his own person was stepped on by Liu Zhiyuan, it was really embarrassing?

Li Gang is indeed a little capable, and he has already opened his mouth and said: "Plant hibiscus in the high mountains, and return to Huangshan Temple." ”

"The fruit is a clear lotus, and the exile is fearless and suffering. ”

This poem is not bad, but it is quite a pity that Liu Zhiyuan still heard the original of this real poem.

Originally, it was a fine product, expressing the pain of men and women seeing each other, and expressing the heartfelt poems of love, but in the end it still changed its taste, not only that, but 'Hibiscus' failed to add a few points to this poem at all.

After all, the words have changed, and it's no longer that taste, so this work is not a level lower than the original at the moment, and it's really a little unpleasant.

But the people of the writers' association still want to save face, they were so shocked by Liu Zhiyuan just now, and they couldn't control what they said, thinking about it, they were simply insulting their own prestige.

But the words can't be taken back, and they don't have works that can directly crush people! Just waiting for someone to come out and give Liu Zhiyuan a great blow, this is not Li Gang came out.

"Okay! Teacher Li Gang is really immortal, this voice directly amplifies the move, great teacher!"

"Haha, listen to that spirit, this is everyone's demeanor, young man, you are still far from this realm now!

"Teacher Li is mighty!"

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As soon as Li Gang's poem came out, the person who was shocked by Liu Zhiyuan's poem just now regained his backbone at this moment.

Xu An's face also turned into a comfortable expression at this moment, yes, he liked the way Liu Zhiyuan was cleaned up! The more he embarrassed this kid, the more he liked it! It was best to throw it cleanly! That was simply the best.

Just as he felt happy, then he saw Liu Zhiyuan's mouth, and suddenly Xu An's scalp was numb, isn't it? This person is going to write poetry again? Li Gang's masterpiece is in front, can this person still come out right?