"Wang Huan, it's your turn. ”

Wan Xiwen's words made everyone's eyes instantly focus on Wang Huan.

Many people have expectations in their eyes, after all, just now Wang Huan casually wrote a poem "Young people don't know sorrow", which shocked everyone, so everyone wondered if Wang Huan would have an amazing performance again.

But there are also many people who gloat.

It's not uncommon for you Wang Huan to write a good poem, but can you still write a second good poem in a short period of time that is comparable to "young people don't know sorrow"?

They don't believe it!

Many netizens also don't believe it.

The barrage is dense.

"It's not that I don't believe Brother Huan, it's really that Wan Xiwen is too strong. ”

"Maybe this will be the first Waterloo in Brother Huan's life. ”

"Professor Wan's poem just now is indeed a superb work, and it was written in such a short period of time, which is even more rare. ”

"In any case, Brother Huan is awesome enough. ”

"That's right, just the 'untitled' words just now are enough to make Brother Huan stand out from the crowd. ”

“......”

For Wan Xiwen's creation of the word "Mid-Autumn Festival", Wang Huan also admires it in his heart, as a college student of 211 school, his basic level of poetry appreciation still exists, although this poem is far from reaching the point of hand-me-down, but in the context of the decline of modern poetry, it is not easy to write such a meaningful poem.

"Wan Lao, admire. ”

Wang Huan sighed and sat down on the seat where Wan Xiwen had just now.

"Haha, you're not bad, I hope you can surprise us again. ”

Wan Xiwen was in a good mood, and being able to make the song just now in a few minutes was completely his extraordinary performance. If he had to do it again, he wouldn't be sure he would be able to write a poem of comparable level.

"You won't be disappointed. ”

Wang Huan smiled slightly.

So he picked up the brush.

At this time, the rice paper on the table had been replaced with a new one, and he dipped it in ink, waved his big hand, and began to put down the pen.

Meanwhile.

All the noise around him disappeared, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on Wang Huan's hand to see what kind of words he could write.

Soon, several words on the back of the paper appeared on the rice paper.

"When is the bright moon? ”

See the words on the rice paper.

A few people who knew calligraphy immediately shouted: "Good words!"

Just now, Wang Huan's chalk words could not show his attainments in calligraphy, and at this moment, a few pretentious words were written, which caused a sound of surprise.

Even the owner of the book door was secretly glad: Fortunately, Wang Huan did not break into the book door, otherwise with his book ** bottom, the book door may not be able to hold it.

While many people admired Wang Huan's font, Wan Xiwen looked at the two sentences on the rice paper, and his eyes widened.

Just like these ten words, a heroic momentum is about to come out.

Just such ten words, its artistic conception has surpassed the poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past.

"This ......"

Wan Xiwen was shocked in his heart, and when he turned his head, he happened to see Qu Mingfeng's equally shocked expression.

Read on!

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

When will the bright moon exist?

I am a mortal, but I ask Qingtian questions under the intention of drinking.

The air of dust is blowing in the face.

shows the lyricist's bold character and extraordinary courage, and people can't help but be intimidated by this kind of courage that ordinary people can hardly have.

After writing two sentences, even people who don't know words anymore are stunned.

In the whale live broadcast room, the barrage was shocked.

"The word ......"

"Oh my God!"

"My heart seemed to stop beating. ”

"It's horrible. ”

The scumbags all felt a majestic momentum coming towards them. ”

Wang Huan's pen is like a god, and soon, one by one, the vigorous brush words are presented.

“...... I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

People have joys and sorrows!

The moon is cloudy and sunny!

May people last a long time!

Thousands of miles together!

In just over a minute, the rice paper was already full of strong and powerful characters.

Wang Huan wrote all the words in one go, and then gently rested the brush on the inkstone.

Quiet!

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

When Wang Huan wrote the second sentence, Wan Xiwen was completely stunned.

And when Wang Huan finished writing all the words, the people in the entire word door room were all sluggish. Everyone just stood stunned, as if everyone's consciousness had been pulled out of their shells.

As for the whale live broadcast room, it has a popularity of more than 200 million.

The barrage at this moment disappeared completely, just like everyone was watching a fake live broadcast room.

Boom!

A dull sound came out, and it turned out that a viewer who was taking pictures with his mobile phone just now did not hold his mobile phone steady, and the mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp falling sound.

Because of this sound, everyone came back to their senses.

And then.

Exploded!

"Oh my God!"

"The sky is above!"

"I want to explode. ”

"Every sentence is a classic. ”

The word...... The word...... I can't put it into words. ”

"Is this really something that a human can write?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room also broke out instantly.

Thousands of barrages flooded the picture.

It even made the whale live broadcast platform server have a momentary lag.

"Kneel!"

"Five-body throwing. ”

"Good words, so good that I have lost the ability to think. ”

"A scumbag who scored nine points in the Chinese test felt the amazement of this poem. ”

"It's amazing, I can't breathe at all. ”

"I got goosebumps all over my body. ”

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles...... Do you want to be so beautiful? This is definitely a quatrain for the ages, and this poem will definitely become a famous poem for the ages. ”

“......”

Words in the door room.

Bang Bang Bang!

I don't know who it was, but I was the first to applaud.

Soon, applause drowned out all sounds. All the onlookers blushed and applauded, as if to express all the praise in applause.

The thunderous applause was like thunder, and it did not stop for a long time.

Wan Xiwen looked at Qu Mingfeng, and it happened that Qu Mingfeng's eyes also looked over.

These two Qingbei titans both saw the excited tremor in each other's eyes.

It's still the same old saying: the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Others may only think that this poem is good, and it can make people tremble in their hearts.

But the two literary bigwigs saw something deeper. In terms of artistic achievement, it almost breaks through the limit of ordinary people's poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the idea is wonderful, and it is very romantic. In terms of expression, the first half of the word is written vertically, the second half is horizontally, the first half is a myth, and the second half is life. One ring after another, swaying. In terms of layout, this poem is even more beautiful and magnificent, intertwined with fiction and reality, incomparable.

I don't know how long it took before the applause gradually stopped.

Wan Xiwen sighed lightly: "Every word is beautiful. ”

Qu Mingfeng sighed: "Good sentence throughout." ”

The shock in the hearts of the two still did not subside.

Wan Xiwen's eyes were complicated, and he came to Wang Huan's side and asked, "Does this poem have a name?"

Wang Huan nodded: "When will the bright moon be there?" ”

Wan Xiwen sighed: "God, God! Mid-Autumn Festival, as soon as your "Water Tune Song Head" comes out, the rest of the words are wasted......