Now that the rules have been worked out.

There is no longer any objection to the convenience of the two sides.

The quarrel between Wang Huan and the four judges came to an end temporarily, and officially entered the seemingly harmonious but even more cruel competition.

Then.

Wang Huan and Zhao Zeyuan walked to the center of the stage.

A staff member brought out two tables from the backstage, and on the tables were paper, ink, pens and inkstones.

Obviously, the two will each write a modern poem on rice paper, and then give the vote to the tens of millions of people who are watching TV or live on the Internet.

On the stage, the backstage staff quickly displayed the voting interface on the background board.

On the left is a blue three-dimensional column, with Wang Huan written below.

On the right is a green three-dimensional column, and below is Zhao Zeyuan.

The host Sisi picked up the microphone and smiled: "Audience in front of the TV, good evening. Just now we have finished the competition of the student group of the "Chinese Poetry Competition", and now we have officially entered the exchange of the expert group. The two teachers standing on the stage at this moment. On the right is the famous modern poet Zhao Zeyuan, and on the left is Wang Huan, an international piano master, a little king, and a chess master. In the next time, the two of them will write a poem about singing the praises of China within the limited time of 10 minutes, and we look forward to the wonderful performance of the two teachers. ”

"In addition, I would like to tell all the audience friends who are watching the live broadcast that after the two teachers finish writing the poems, we will start the voting session immediately, please pick up your mobile phone and send the name of your supporting teacher to XXXXXX. Or you can also log on to the official website of CCTV and the official account...... and other channels to vote for support. ”

After Sisi finished the introduction, he looked at the stage: "Now, I want to ask Mr. Zhao Zeyuan, are you ready?"

"Ready. Zhao Zeyuan nodded.

"Teacher Wang Huan, are you ready?"

"Ready. Wang Huan also agreed.

"Okay, I announce that the first competition of the exchange competition has officially begun!"

With Sisi's voice, a ten-minute countdown appeared on the stage background screen.

Neither Wang Huan nor Zhao Zeyuan immediately put pen to paper.

Zhao Zeyuan closed his eyes slightly, obviously looking for inspiration.

As for Wang Huan, he frowned.

The audience and netizens who were watching the live broadcast saw Wang Huan's expression and thought that he was in trouble.

Many fans of Wang Huan are still worried about him.

But in fact, this girl was thinking in her heart at the moment: "Do I really want to take out this poem? ”

Fortunately, others don't know his inner monologue, otherwise it would have been light.

About three minutes later.

Zhao Zeyuan opened his eyes, confidently spread out the rice paper on the table, then picked up the brush and began to write quickly on the rice paper. I have to say that, putting aside other prejudices, his brush writing can be regarded as having entered the room, and the pen is a dragon and snake, and the beautiful brush writing quickly aroused the applause of many audiences.

The title of the poem "Hometown! Hometown!"

The camera focuses on the poem, and the content of the poem is displayed in front of the audience for the first time. The content is similar to other poems praising China during the Republic of China, which is nothing more than saying that China is his hometown, and even if his hometown has been devastated by war, it also makes him deeply nostalgic.

In terms of artistic conception, it can only be regarded as decent, and it is almost the same routine as his previous poems. However, Zhao Zeyuan's skills are very deep, so the words are quite beautiful, which makes up for the lack of artistic conception to a certain extent. Plus the poem was written in a few minutes, so it's not bad.

It can be seen from this improvised modern poem that Zhao Zeyuan's level of poetry is indeed very high, but his thinking is rigid, his eyes are above the top, and he sticks to his self-styled ...... made him break away from the public and become what he is today.

Tian He and the other three judges also nodded.

"Old Zhao Baodao is not old. ”

"It's a good poem. ”

"Awesome! It's ready to be included in his poetry collection. ”

The whole poem is twelve sentences, Zhao Zeyuan was so inspired that there was almost no pause in the whole process, and the poem was written in less than three minutes. He put the pen aside, feeling a lot more comfortable in his chest.

At this time, Wang Huan had not yet started writing, still frowning and thinking.

Seeing this scene, Tian He and the other three all shook their heads.

Tian He said: "It seems that our guess is right, just with Wang Huan's two poems that can't be on the table, there is really no way to compare with Lao Zhao." ”

Yang Yuansheng also shook his head: "The program team actually let such a person be a special guest, what do you think?"

Fang Youwen said: "Maybe the director invited him to come over because his ancient poetry skills are not weak and he is a star." Alas, letting Lao Zhao communicate with such a person is really a ...... identity"

At the same time.

Qu Mingfeng also stayed in front of the TV, watching this unique poetry expert exchange meeting intently. Also sitting with him was Wan Xiwen.

Seeing that Zhao Zeyuan had finished writing the poem, and Wang Huan was still standing in place, Qu Lao was a little anxious: "This stinky boy, what's the matter?

Wan Lao snorted: "Didn't you swear that he could do it? said that he would definitely be able to muddy the circle of modern poetry, and now that he is fine, I am afraid that he will have to get into it." ”

Qu Lao ignored Wan Lao's ridicule, and muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be, this kid has always been very black-bellied and full of bad water." If he didn't know the bottom in his heart, how could he agree to Zhao Zeyuan's competition?"

The scene of the poetry contest.

The audience also began to discuss.

"What's wrong with Wang Huan?"

"I can't write it. ”

"Poetry is much more inspiring than writing songs. Brother Huan must have suddenly run out of inspiration. ”

"Isn't he going to make jokes?"

“......”

Just when the audience was talking louder and louder.

Wang Huan finally moved.

He turned his head to glance at the time on the big screen, where there were still two minutes and fifty seconds left.

Enough is enough!

In an uproar, he unfolded the rice paper with his left hand, picked up the brush with his right hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write hard. His calligraphy is an expert level, flowing smoothly, in one go, with the waving of the brush, a beautiful word fell on the rice paper, pleasing to the eye.

Swish!

The last word was finally written.

Wang Huan put away the brush and glanced at the countdown, there were only twenty seconds left.

The camera focuses on the modern poems written by Wang Huan.

"I Love This Land"

"If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land,

This eternal river of our grief and indignation,

This wrathful wind that blows endlessly,

and the incomparably gentle dawn from the woods......

- and then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......"

Quiet.

Quiescence.

Both the audience at the scene and those who were watching the live broadcast were stunned by this poem.