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The host's words aroused the enthusiasm of all the audience.

"Haha, this competition is good, it's actually more ancient poetry, five-word quatrains, creative. ”

"Ten minutes, make a five-character quatrain, this is a bit difficult. ”

"Yes, in today's China, there is basically no one writing ancient poems, all of them are modern poems, even if there are, they can't be on the stage, just see if there is any good appearance this time. ”

"I'm still thinking about it today, if I lose watching the game, I still want to watch the game, and finally think about it or come here to see, after all, the game is still there at any time, but your artist contest is not common, it seems that today's choice is not wrong. ”

"Hey, it's interesting today. ”

"Well, yes, let's write it first, let's see. ”

The audience was whispering, and Chen Shihan, who was in the audience, was also looking at Wu Xiaotian.

However, although she was a little nervous, she was actually very confident.

Chen Shihan, as a member of Xiaobei's fan group, is also the head of the group, of course, she is very concerned about Wu Xiaotian's movements, so maybe other people don't know much about Wu Xiaotian's past, but she is very clear.

Wu Xiaotian scolded the poetry and songs of Koreans, and the poems written on the TV station, etc., all of which were not said.

Chen Shihanyu waved her hand, and the cheerleaders behind her who were cheering for Wu Xiaotian immediately erupted into a burst of cheering and shouting.

"Wu Xiaotian, come on!"

"Wu Xiaotian, come on!"

"Come on!"

Although there were only a few hundred people, the shouting was deafening, and the tsunami made all the people present change their faces.

When the fans of the other participating artists saw this situation, they were stunned at first, and then they were not to be outdone and shouted one after another.

"Qin Feng, come on!"

"Luman, come on!"

"Come on ......"

……

The whole game was suddenly noisy, and the players frowned, this is not a football game or a basketball game, they are going to write poems and lyrics, such shouts will only disturb their thinking.

And several judges also knew about this situation, and hurriedly waved to find a staff member and whispered a few words to them to explain the situation.

Soon, the on-site staff took action, going around to reassure the fans of the players who had already been excited first, and let them calm down.

And the players on the stage didn't have time to pay attention to the things off the stage, they frowned and thought about it.

Wu Xiaotian was also thinking, but he was not thinking about whether he could make it, but worrying about which poem to choose.

There is no way, in ancient China, there were too many famous quatrains.

This is probably the so-called happiness trouble.

The contestants were pondering, the audience was looking forward to it, the judges were waiting, and the whole venue was unusually quiet for a while.

There was a special person in the game to keep track of the time, and exactly ten minutes later, "STOP!" the referee shouted.

All the players have put down the pen in their hands, they are all people who know the rules of the sweep, once the referee shouts to stop, they can no longer continue to write, and this game is broadcast live on CCTV, and they will not let themselves look foreign.

"Okay, ten minutes have arrived, now please put down the pen in your hand, ready to show your poems, let the judges and the audience judge, and then ask the first contestant Lu Man to show the question board. ”

The host Dong Sisi appeared again, this time she changed into a cheongsam of a different color, which looked extraordinarily intellectually beautiful.

Luman nodded when her name was called, and she smiled and revealed the poem she had just written.

Actually, this poem was not written by her just now, but she wrote it on a whim by chance one night before, originally she didn't feel very satisfied, and changed it many times, but she didn't get the effect she wanted, but in this live competition, she didn't care so much, and directly used this poem.

She believes that his poem may not be as good as the famous poem washed by the ancient Chinese, but it is absolutely okay in modern times, not to mention that this time it was written on the spot, and the time given was less than ten minutes.

Spring flowers bloom at night, and the grass grows when the warbler flies.

Weaving dreams of youth, dreams of a thousand miles.

As Lu Man showed up the question board, her question board was also put on the big screens on the left and right sides for the first time, and the host slowly read out the four lines of poetry.

Yu Zhong was expressionless: "Well, it's okay." ”

Tao Wei remained silent: "It's okay to make this poem in such a short time." ”

Chen Mu Chen Lao, he looked at Lu Man's poem, his eyes were slightly flat.

Usually, very generally, it should be said that he was a little disappointed, and said, "Well, let's see." ”

The audience also began to discuss, although they thought it was okay, but this level obviously could not make their eyes shine, you must know that such a poem may be okay, but it is not convincing.

Bang Bang Bang ......

There was a burst of applause from the audience, which was much smaller than the applause at the beginning.

"Okay, then we have to ask the next contestant to show the question board, Deng Yu, it's your turn......" The male host Zhu Shao spoke.

……

Wu Xiaotian was the last one called to the bright question board this time, and the nine contestants in front of him had already lit up all their poems, except for Qin Feng's who won a lot of applause, the others did not cause much of a sensation, and there was even a contestant who even wrote poems like one, two, three, four, five, which made the audience below laugh, and the three judges couldn't cry or laugh.

"Hey, sure enough, it's the decline of Chinese culture, and I can't even write a decent poem. ”

"No, it's that the title is too difficult this time, and in ten minutes, I think very few people can write a classic psalm, except, of course, the geniuses. ”

"Yes, none of these people on the stage are geniuses, and the real wizards have been known to everyone since they were children. ”

"I know what you said, I don't want these contestants to be like the ancient sages, to be able to export chapters, and the poems they make can be famous through the ages, but I can't disappoint people like this. ”

"I just said it wrong, I shouldn't have said that I came here to come to the right place, I came to the wrong place. ”

"Hey, it's boring!"

The audience below complained one after another, they were disappointed, very disappointed, the poems written by the nine contestants in front of them were all of this level, could they still expect the last contestant to write a godly work that shook the earth and cried ghosts and gods?

No!

Because Wu Xiaotian is not a genius, he has not become famous at a young age!

"Okay, let's invite the last contestant, Wu Xiaotian, and ask him to show the question board, so let's see his works. Dong Sisi's sweet voice sounded again in the live broadcast room.

Wu Xiaotian heard Dong Sisi's words, smiled slightly, looked at the expressions of the judges and some of the audience, and he knew that maybe everyone didn't think that he would have a good poem.

Well, that's true, if Wu Xiaotian didn't have the essence of thousands of years of culture in his previous life in his mind, he would definitely be the same as the previous contestants, and the poems he wrote were unsightly.

However, he came through time, so this five-word quatrain is naturally out of the question.

Wu Xiaotian slowly lit up the question board, and this famous poem, which had been praised for thousands of years in the last world, also appeared for the first time in this world. (To be continued.) )