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"Brother, what you wrote is ......"

"It's poetry!"

"You...... I ask you, what is this word?"

"Brush words. ”

"You calligraphy...... I...... I've never seen one write it this way, it's a new font?"

When Lu Yuan dried the ink and spread out the rice paper, Xu Xiaonian stared at the words on the rice paper with wide eyes, and held back for a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.

Lu Yuan's calligraphy is written in a very stylish manner, and even the pen is disorganized, which is quite like the wild grass of the Tang Dynasty.

Xu Xiaonian exhaled deeply and spit out again.

This way of writing made Xu Xiaonian's heart tremble, as if he had seen a ghost, and he stared at the word "farmer" for a long time.

Somehow, there were thousands of grass and mud horses running over in my heart, and I even had a little doubt about how Lu Yuan answered the next link......

"Ahem, ahem...... Actually, I can write fountain pen characters, which I am not used to holding...... So it's inevitable that the writing is sloppy......" Lu Yuan suddenly felt embarrassed after looking at his poem.

It's stiff.

"You are a poet ......" Xu Xiaonian looked around, looking at the people around him either biting the pen and thinking deeply, or waving the pen to write, and then looking at Lu Yuan, there was no pressure at all, and his heart was even more grassy......

Although he couldn't tell what Lu Yuan was writing about, looking at Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that it would definitely not be a good thing.

"Ahem, ahem...... I don't really have much talent, and I don't know much poetry, so I just write casually, write casually...... Eh, brother, don't you write, look at what I'm doing......" Lu Yuan coughed lightly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his handwriting was ugly.

"Ah, right...... I forgot about myself. Xu Xiaonian was shocked by Lu Yuan's inexplicable operation for a while, and then quickly reacted and pondered his poem intently.

Lu Yuan pretended to be serious and looked at the words he wrote, and then secretly looked at the words written by the person next to him......

In such a comparison, he only felt that his self-confidence was hit!

In the past, watching people on TV write calligraphy casually, it was a piece of heaven and earth in one go, Lu Yuan inevitably had a feeling that I could do it, but when he really held the brush and began to write, he suddenly felt that his previous self was too young.

That's it......

Done in one go is done in one go, but what is written out ......

What the hell is this?

Ghost Drawing?

Can you see it?

Lu Yuan's eyes widened and he couldn't recognize any shit......

If this thing is handed in......

Shame on grandma's house?

He shook his head, crumpled the written poems into a ball, and then continued to dip the ink, secretly learning to hold the brush like Xu Xiaonian, and write poems slowly, when Lu Yuan really came down to write things seriously, he found that he wrote very slowly, and what he had written in a few minutes just now, he had not written it in ten minutes now.

Just when Lu Yuan was halfway through writing, people handed in papers one after another......

Looking at the person who handed in the papers, Lu Yuan looked at the words he had written, and finally sighed.

How can calligraphy be made overnight?

Ugly is a little ugly, but it's good......

Can you see what the words are?

It's just a poem, it shouldn't be a word, right?

What if you want to compare?

Do you want to do another song?

The quality of the words is not good, the quantity is to make up?

Anyway, these two poems, I checked on the Internet and no one wrote them......

Or......

No one knows when it is written.

Well......

Or, shameless, shameless?

Damn, I can't be so shameless!

Lu Yuan looked at the others again, and finally gritted his teeth, simply didn't do anything, and wrote another poem in the blank space of the rice paper.

How can I be so shameless, I'm a plagiarist!

What a sinful man!

Of course, Lu Yuan also criticized himself for a long time.

........................

"Well, Dao Yuting's words are powerful, although she is a woman, but the words she writes are extremely masculine, and this song "Farm Busy" is also very good, yes, yes...... is worthy of being a small poetry book, I think this "Farm Busy" can be rated 8.5 points. ”

"I think it's a good poem, and it's very rhyming when written, but it's a little out of flavor, and it looks more light and romantic, and I don't like this feeling very much, 8.4. ”

"Well, I think 8.3 is a loss of flavor after all. ”

"Shen Rong's modern poem "In the Field" can be written, full of postmodernist style, well, I think it can be scored 8.8 points, and the meaning is not bad...... ”

"Why don't you rate it 8.8?"

"Haha, the poem with a score of 8.8 or more is a poem that we old men agree with, last year there was a "Sky", I think this modern poem "In the Field" is really a little hot, what do you think Xiaoxi?"

"Well, there are a few flaws in the text, but the artistic conception is okay, but it's okay to focus too much on emotion...... Up to 8.7 points if I give it to you"

"Hehe, you're stricter than our old man, haha!"

"Hmm, this poem is good, yes, who wrote this? Ma Runzhi wrote it?"

"Ma Runzhi, is that Ma Runzhi of Yan Dada's talent?"

"Yes, this young man is quite talented, I think it's good, the artistic conception and meaning of this song "Farmland" are also quite sufficient, and it can score 8.9 points. ”

"8.9? That's a bit high......"

"Look at it. ”

"Oh, yes, it's really good, I'm also 8.9 points, this poem is a rare good, Lao Li, aren't you compiling modern poetry? ”

"Yes, I also plan to do so, 8.9 points, this word is very pleasing to the eye, quite good. ”

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When the last genius finished handing in the poems, everyone looked at the judging table in front of them.

They watched the old men on the selection stage turn their heads and ears, or ponder, or sigh, or appreciate......

They were very worried.

For them, the 50,000 yuan bonus is not worth much, what is valuable is the evaluation and appreciation of these old men.

Each of these old men is the mainstay of the Chinese literary circle, they are all quite prestigious, and more importantly, one of the old men is named Li Guonan, who is compiling a book called "Anthology of Modern Poetry and Literature".

"Brother, are you nervous right now?"

"It's okay. ”

"Eh, are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan's hand strangely.

"No ......" Lu Yuan exhaled deeply, and finally honestly put his hand on the table.

He habitually wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke, knowing that he didn't buy it, but he still subconsciously looked back and took it out.

In this situation, not smoking is really lonely for Lu Yuan.

After all, waiting is lonely.

When Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the judges' bench and watched an old man with gray hair smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he was inexplicably envious in his heart, and even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to borrow a cigarette and smoke.

"Brother, you really want to. Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan.

"How do you know?"

"Of course, because I want to!"

"Really, can we go up?"

"How can this go up, we can only wait. ”

"Can this wait?"

"Can't this wait?"

"He's going to come and give us cigarettes?"

"????" Xu Xiaonian, who had a yearning face, heard Lu Yuan's words, and suddenly his whole body trembled, and he almost didn't sit still, and when he looked back at Lu Yuan, he had a painful face, "Smoke......? You ......"

"We don't seem to be talking about the same topic?" Lu Yuan was a little innocent.

"I wanted my poems to make it into his books...... What are you thinking?"

"I want to ask him to borrow a cigarette to smoke...... I'm addicted to smoking......" Lu Yuan coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, and felt that his face was thinning in an instant.

"......" Xu Xiaonian instantly felt that his eyes were dark.

What is this for!

....................................

That's a really ...... Do we have anyone here who writes so badly?"

"Lu Yuan?

"Two poems? This is too exaggerated, isn't it? If the words are not good, use the number to make up?"

"Noon on hoe day?"

"Uh...... Plant a grain of millet in the spring?"

"What!"

"Bang!"

"This ......"

"It's ......"

There was a slapping of the table at the venue of the University......

Old man Li, who was smoking, suddenly stood up, staring at his eyes, his eyes were so shocked that he couldn't do it, and even his whole body was shocked!