listened to Yang Yuansheng's speculation.

Fang Youwen's eyes lit up: "Your analysis is very reasonable, I heard that there were no special guests in the "Chinese Poetry Competition", only four of us. It wasn't until two days ago that the program team notified us that there was an extra special guest, which seemed very strange. Tonight, Wang Huan has been targeting us again. So there's a good chance he's coming for us. But we have no grievances with him, so why should he have trouble with us?"

Yang Yuansheng shook his head: "Don't think about anything else for the time being, let's pass the current level first." Now you and me, only I still have a chance to solve the question, once you miss it, wait until he does, then it will be even more difficult for you to win him. So I had to take this opportunity and beat him in one go. ”

"Okay, be careful. Fang Youwen advised.

"Hmm. ”

Yang Yuansheng nodded and walked up to the stage.

Get straight to the point.

"Wang Huan, I also made the question this time, right?"

"That's right. ”

Wang Huan nodded.

Yang Yuansheng smiled: "In the first two matches between you and Teacher Zhao and Teacher Tian just now, there must be people who think that the topics of the two of them were thought out in advance, and it is unfair to you." Although I knew that it was impossible for the two teachers to do something like that, it was normal for someone to be suspicious, and I couldn't defend it. In this case, then the topic of this scene, I will randomly put forward it according to the environment of the scene, completely dispel everyone's suspicions, what do you think?"

is worthy of the old rivers and lakes, and he helped Zhao Zeyuan and Tian He explain a little, and also showed his generosity.

Instantly make your image taller.

Wang Huan smiled: "I don't care, everything depends on Teacher Yang's opinion." ”

Yang Yuansheng stared at Wang Huan's expression and found that the other party's eyes had not changed at all, and he still seemed to have the chance to win.

"Heh, you have to come up with a question that you don't expect. ”

Yang Yuansheng said secretly in his heart.

The eyes began to look around, looking for a suitable subject matter.

After a while, his gaze suddenly fixed on the big screen in the background of the stage.

Because it is a Chinese poetry contest, when there is no exchange competition, all kinds of antique pictures are always playing on the big screen.

At this moment, on the screen, what is shown is an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, in the light rain, a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella is walking alone through a quiet alley in the rain.

Yang Yuansheng's eyes lit up, and he pointed to this picture and said: "Wang Huan, if you look at it, I will use this picture as the title to write a related modern poem." Did you hear me?"

Oh?

Wang Huan glanced at the picture.

glanced at Yang Yuansheng again.

"Teacher Yang, are you sure?"

"Of course. ”

Yang Yuansheng looked at Wang Huan's somewhat surprised expression, and was proud in his heart, "I disrupted your plan, right? Look at this time, how can you win me? Regarding the real modern poetry background, I don't say that I dump you ten streets, there are always one or two streets." ”

Although Yang Yuansheng himself is also not good at writing this kind of modern poems with some ancient rhymes and humanistic feelings, he believes that he is definitely better than Wang Huan.

Seeing Yang Yuansheng's resolute eyes, Wang Huan sighed faintly in his heart: "Okay." ”

Yang Yuansheng became more and more convinced, Wang Huan was timid. He was determined: Haha, let's see how I tear off the face of you, a pseudo-modern poet who cheated in advance.

Soon, the third poetry exchange competition officially began.

I don't know if it's because of the happy mood, Yang Yuansheng was so inspired that he started typing almost without thinking.

Wang Huan, on the other hand, shook his head secretly before he began to tap on the keyboard.

Ten minutes later.

Two poems appeared on the big screen.

"Wow!"

Everyone at the scene, including Zhao Zeyuan and other three judges, exclaimed together.

Why?

Because the names of the two poems are exactly the same.

It's all called "Rain Alley".

This coincidence made everyone feel amazing.

The only difference is that the content varies widely.

Everyone took a closer look, and all of them gradually fell silent. Especially Zhao Zeyuan and a few others, their eyes became solemn, because with their eyes, they immediately saw that although the names of the two poems were the same, the level was a little different.

The first song "Rain Alley", most people only glanced at it a few times, and their eyes were attracted by the second song "Rain Alley".

In fact, the artistic conception of the second song "Rain Alley" is too expressive, even people who don't understand poetry are deeply attracted by the faint sorrow and hesitation described in the poem.

Rain Alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in a long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge.

......

She floated by

Like a dream,

It's like a dream.

......

......

Looking at the second song "Rain Alley", Zhao Zeyuan and the others were a little fascinated.

After a long time, the three of them came back to their senses, and their eyes were a little uncertain.

Tian He asked in a low voice, "Which poem was written by Lao Yang?"

Zhao Zeyuan shook his head: "Lao Yang rarely writes poems in this regard, and I can't see it." ”

Fang Youwen was overjoyed: "It's definitely the second song, Lao Yang's question was completely unexpected by Wang Huan, and the first one is Wang Huan's real level! The poems he tried with the two of you before were all prepared in advance." ”

Next, Fang Youwen explained Yang Yuansheng's guess to Zhao Zeyuan and Tian He.

"It's possible!"

Zhao Zeyuan and Tian He glanced at each other, and anger rose in their hearts. I was actually tricked by a hairy boy!

It's just that Zhao Zeyuan was angry at the same time, but he still had this doubt in his heart: "The modern poem of "Rain Alley" is obviously of a very high level, and it may even become a classic, Lao Yang can really write such a high-level modern poem in a short period of time?"

I always felt that something was wrong.

Yang Yuansheng, who was wearing earplugs, saw everyone's strange expressions, and his heart chuckled. He couldn't sit still, so he got up straight from his chair and looked at the big screen behind him.

Only half a minute later, Yang Yuansheng's face was as dead as ashes, he took off his earbuds, shook his head and said, "You don't have to vote, I lost." ”

Get!

Listen to it.

I understand.

Obviously, the first song "Rain Alley" was written by Yang Yuansheng. The second song "Rain Alley" was written by Wang Huan.

Yang Yuansheng returned to his seat, looked at Fang Youwen, and sighed: "Old Fang, I guessed wrong, Wang Huan is a person with real skills." Next, he and you will have an exchange competition, and the right to solve the question is in his hand again, that ...... You be careful. ”

"The last one, no comparison. ”

Fang Youwen shook his head: "Since the three of you are not his opponents, it is futile for me to make jokes when I come to the stage." But I think Lao Yang, you are not wrong about one thing, Wang Huan is definitely here for us. ”

"Even if he is aimed at us, we are not as good as others, what can we do?"

Yang Yuansheng said dejectedly.

"Figured it out! We've been embarrassed enough, so we have to find a way to save face and keep his arrogance down. ”

Fang Youwen looked at Wang Huan on the stage, his eyes narrowed slightly.

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