Su Ye didn't care at all, and slumped lazily on the chair.

Then, the director gave the shots to all the literary masters one by one.

Wang Yi and the three judges discussed for a long time and also came to a result.

"We don't have a theme for the first question, let's use your imagination and make a masterpiece!" Wang Yi picked up the microphone, smiled charity, and then said.

On the stage, everyone nodded their heads in understanding, and then picked up their pens with a pensive look on their faces.

Naturally, it is very easy to write without a theme, and you are all literary masters, and you all have some understanding of the rhythm of poetry, but you just want to do it better, so you have been pondering for a long time.

After Su Ye heard that there was no theme, he slowly leaned back on the chair, cocked Erlang's legs, and leaned back on the back of the chair quite leisurely.

Some people who have watched the last poetry meeting are accustomed to it, but after all, some viewers have not seen it, and they feel that Su Ye is too arrogant.

The other guests were all meditating, and he was sitting and playing alone.

Ouyang Xue in the audience looked at Su Ye who was not in a hurry at all, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

That's it, it seems that he is already sure?Ouyang Xue couldn't help but think in his heart.

Ouyang Xue thinks that she still knows Su Ye better, as long as Su Ye is more relaxed, then this scene will be more stable!

Although it is not known how she came to such a conclusion.

The audience couldn't help but laugh and whisper in the audience.

"It's coming, it's Su Ye's unique skill, pretending to be forced!"

"One thing to say, Su Ye has always been able to live. ”

"I laughed, the stage is full of literary bigwigs, this time Su Ye made better poems than them?"

"Enmmm, it doesn't feel like it's possible. ”

“……”

The audience in the audience talked a lot, and at this moment, on CCTV and the online live broadcast platform, netizens are brushing up on the barrage.

Load, just hard!

For the audience at the scene, these netizens can be said to be more familiar with Su Ye.

Not to mention anything else, pretending to force Su Ye has a hand.

Everyone on the stage slowly put down their pens and wrote the majestic regular script on the rice paper, and then showed a smile on their faces.

Although the time limit for this event was half an hour, most of the guests had already finished writing it early.

Then he couldn't help but look at the other people around him, especially Su Ye.

Everyone was a little dissatisfied that this junior could come to the exchange conference, after all, Su Ye's works were indeed few.

Seeing that Su Ye was still sitting calmly and spinning his pen, several literary masters turned red with anger, and communicating with such a naughty boy on the same stage was simply an insult to them!

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Yi on the judges' bench was also a little anxious.

Fortunately, at this moment, Su Ye finally picked up the pen and slowly wrote on the rice paper.

"Heh, this is the person recommended by Dean Wang, the backbone of the literary world in the future?" Dean Li on the side looked at Su Ye who had just picked up the pen, couldn't help but sneer, and mocked.

Wang Yi's face was a little ugly, and then he adjusted his demeanor and said as calmly as possible: "Don't worry, it's not too late to make a conclusion at the last moment." ”

"Hmph. The corners of Dean Li's mouth slanted slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

Su Ye wrote quickly, but he finished writing the poem in about two minutes.

Su Ye had read poems for a long time in the morning, and at this moment he wanted to write an ancient poem about his attitude towards life, which was an ancient poem that Su Ye had screened for a long time, which was very classic.

"The time has come. On the other side of the stage, the male host slowly came onto the stage and said with a hint of a smile.

All the guests on the stage stopped their pens and spread the poems on the table.

"Okay, please recite the good works in order. The male host smiled and said gently.

Hearing the host's words, the middle-aged man at table No. 1 slowly stood up and picked up the rice paper on his desk.

"The title of my poem is 'Song of the Road'. The middle-aged man paused, then began to read aloud.

"Dapeng Fei Zhen Eight Descendants, Zhongtian is not strong.

The rest of the wind is agitated for eternity, and you Fusang hangs on the left.

Later generations have passed on this, and Zhongni is dead. ”

The middle-aged man's voice is rich, quite sad, poetic and sad.

The audience also applauded enthusiastically and applauded loudly.

The three judges on the judges' bench nodded, and then the guests at table 2 arrived.

This literary exchange conference does not distinguish between high and low, and naturally will not rank and comment on it.

This comparison is just for some ornamentality, although there is no distinction between high and low, but there is still a ranking in their hearts.

Exactly how, people who know how to hear it will know it, but they will not say it to save other people's face.

The guest at table 2 was a woman in her forties and fifties, with a gentle smile on her face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who looked quite intellectual.

"The title of my poem is 'Giving Flowers'. The second female guest smiled and read slowly.

"Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. ”

The second guest read softly, and the audience couldn't help but applaud.

This song is only because there is heaven and the world can hear it a few times!

All the literary people on the stage nodded, this sentence is beautifully written, but a simple sentence depicts the sound of string music in a strange and beautiful way, which makes people fascinated!

Looking at the reactions of the audience, it is obvious that the poems of the second female guest are more favored by the audience than the first one.

The third guest smiled, with a hint of elegance and easy-going on his face, slowly picked up his rice paper, and said with a smile: "The title of my poem is "Drinking with a Phantom in the Mountains". ”

The two of them drank the mountain flowers and bloomed, cup after cup.

I was drunk and went to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty intended to hold the qin. ”

The enthusiasm of the audience was very high, and there were bursts of applause.

The three judges nodded as well, and then motioned for the next one to start.

Ouyang Xue and Meng Ziqing, who were sitting in the audience, had been staring at Su Ye.

Su Ye would sit upright, with a serious look, listening to others' recitations.

This is the minimum respect for them.

On the online live broadcast platform and CCTV, the audience is complaining.

Why didn't it be Su Ye's turn, I wanted to see him alive.

Literature is not interesting to most netizens who don't have much literary accomplishment, and it's boring to have fun watching this.

Su Ye participated, and everyone took a look at this little expert by the way.

"Why haven't you arrived at Su Ye yet!"

"As a junior high school student, I have a headache when I hear ancient poems. ”

"Waiting for Su Ye to come to power, pretending to force him to have a hand all the time. ”

"Su Ye to Ye Chong!"

“……”

There are all kinds of things on the Internet barrage, but most of them are related to Su Ye.

After all, they really don't know anyone else, and except for a few literary workers who can recognize the guests on stage, it is estimated that no one knows them.

One after another the bigwigs on the field were reciting their poems, and Su Ye was sitting, wanting to hit Hatche but forcibly endured it.

Su Ye was the last, because he was left behind when he came on the court, so he naturally had to run to table 12.

The level of the big guys in front of them is not covered, and the poems they write make people feel bright and refreshing.

The audience on the field is basically literature lovers, otherwise they would not have come to the square to watch any literary exchange conference in such a sunny weather at noon.

After the big guys finished reciting one after another, it was almost Su Ye's turn.

These bigwigs couldn't help but glance at Su Ye, and saw that he didn't react, so that's it

Continue to listen to the masterpieces of other guests.

I have to say that this time the level is indeed much higher than the last time.

Although learning does not pay attention to age, people who do well in learning are not young, Su Ye is a young guy on the field, and the youngest of the others is over thirty.

The three judges in the judges' table listened and nodded their heads from time to time in recognition of their psalms.

Dean Li couldn't help but glance at Su Ye with the rest of his eyes, and then a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But at the age of 20, you dare to come out and compare yourself with other famous artists in the literary world?

Based on his first impression of Su Ye's not very good last time, Dean Li still hated Su Ye a little.

The Faculty of Arts of Dì Dū University made them a joke, and they were inevitably scolded by the president after they came.

"Okay, I would like to invite the tenth guest to recite a masterpiece!" the male host said with a smile.

Just two squares next to Su Ye, a somewhat chubby middle-aged man stood up, holding a folding fan in his hand, smiled, and read: "The test question of my poem is called "Ascending". ”

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

After reading, the slightly chubby middle-aged man sat down slowly with a kind smile on his face.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Wang Yi on the judges' bench smiled and couldn't help but appreciate.

The other two judges couldn't help but nod, this first ascent was indeed very good!

Through the scenery, the poet's heart is expressed in a depressed and depressed situation, and a kind of melancholy is written, haunting his heart.

Everyone couldn't help but look at it, this person was Zhang Xiaosong, and nodded.

He has always been a very talented person, and it is not surprising that he can write a poem like "Ascending".

It's just that why Zhang Xiaosong is sad, everyone doesn't know.

Maybe it's just a nuisance, after all, the poet wants to write down everything.

The literati's favorite thing is to moan without disease.

The audience gave Zhang Xiaosong the applause and cheers he deserved, and the enthusiasm of the scene has been slowly mobilized.

It's as hot as the midday sun in October.

Some of the spectators standing on the periphery were already covered with sweat on their foreheads, but their expressions were very excited, and they did not feel a little tired.

This should be love.

The guest at table 11 was a relatively short old man, who looked not young, but he was in good spirits.

The title of the poem made by this old man is called "Eight Arrays".

"The power covers three countries, and the name becomes the eight arrays.

The river does not turn, and the hatred is lost. ”

After reading it, everyone on the stage also applauded slowly, obviously this old man has a high level of seniority in the literary world, and everyone respects him very much.

Su Ye naturally applauded.

The next one is Su Ye, and the director gave Su Ye's shot.

Everyone in the audience also cheered, obviously Su Ye's popularity was still much higher than that of other guests.

In the audience, Meng Changqing and Ouyang Xue both looked at Su Ye with anticipation.

The three judges on the judges' table also looked at Su Ye, and Wang Yi was a little nervous, for fear that Su Ye would not write well.

And Mu Yan is more curious, he is still quite curious about this young man.