With the subtle expressions he had captured before, Guo Han had already determined in his heart that this poem was not created by Chu Ming at least.

Although I don't know where he got it from, as long as it is not his creation, then Guo Han has reason to believe that his poetry level is very low.

If he comes up to exchange poems, he probably won't be able to produce a single poem.

Who the audience believes, the result is clear.

Wang Changqing thought about it for a while and felt that this method was feasible.

"Little brother, if you want, can you come to the stage to exchange your other poems, old man, I would also like to see your other works. ”

Someone sent his face over for him to beat, and Chu Ming naturally couldn't ask for it.

He stood up and was about to go on stage to pretend when Chu Ming's mobile phone rang.

He could only raise his hand and interrupt: "I'm sorry, I have an important phone here, go out and pick it up and come back." ”

Chu Ming left the auditorium and went outside to answer the phone.

It seemed that this time the matter was a bit important, and Chu Ming talked for two or three minutes and didn't come back.

"He probably didn't run away under the pretext of being afraid of making a fool of himself. Guo Han snorted.

He was also more sure that Chu Ming didn't have a little ink in his stomach, and that poem was not written by him.

Since he didn't write it, the creator of this poem himself unceremoniously laughed at it.

The audience at the bottom also complained a little.

"Why haven't you come back for so long?"

"It won't really be an excuse to call, just run away. ”

"So, this poem is really plagiarized?"

"Then there can be a fake!"

The situation is not good.

Many viewers turned to Guo Han even more.

Even many classmates began to speak: "Tingting, your cousin is really a big liar." ”

"By plagiarizing Guo Han's works, your cousin is embarrassed. ”

"This poem was really written by my brother, not copied. Zheng Tingting argued.

"Then why hasn't he come back, and if he has any other poems, take them out for everyone to see!"

"Don't you have no other works, you can't get them. On the stage, Guo Han didn't mind mending the knife.

Many viewers burst out laughing.

Zheng Tingting was emotional for a while, and picked up her notebook.

"Who said that my brother doesn't have other works, in addition to the poem just now, he also wrote me several love poems, in this book, and it is much better than your poems!"

"Yes, since your brother is not here, why don't you bring his works to the stage for an exchange, and let us all enjoy his masterpieces?" Guo Han deliberately coaxed.

He didn't believe that in just a few minutes, Chu Ming could have any other poems.

Let him make a fool of himself now, the effect is better.

"Okay, it's better than whom, who's afraid of whom. ”

Zheng Tingting is more stubborn, so she picked up the book and went on stage.

"My Mandarin is not good, so I just write and read at the same time. ”

"Yes. Guo Han clasped his hands to his chest and sat back on the judges' bench, as if he was about to watch a clown make a fool of himself.

Since Chu Ming is not gone, her sister will continue to look foreign, and he will be happy.

"Which one do you want to listen to, my brother has written a lot. Zheng Tingting asked.

"Is there a short one, in modern poetry, the shorter the poem, the more it tests the author's skills, and uses the shortest words to express sincere feelings. Wang Changqing asked.

"Yes, there just happened to be a song. Zheng Tingting picked up the chalk and began to write.

"Hehe, do you really think a short love poem is so easy to write?" Guo Han waited to watch the play.

on the chalkboard.

White chalk, and soon wrote a short line of poetry.

"What can be met but not wanted"

There is a yard with trees in the back sea, a jade with work in the Xia Dynasty, a cloud at this moment, and you are in your twenties.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone at the scene closed their mouths.

Guo Han's smug expression also froze in the next second.

Brief.

The poem is very short, no more than thirty words in its entirety, which is shorter than many ancient poems.

But the shorter it is, the more complex and pure the feelings contained in the poem, so it is hazy and beautiful.

This poem is worth their time and savoring it.

Even if you don't taste it, just take a cursory glance, this word and sentence is like a love poem, hitting the heart of every girl here.

You can meet but you can't ask for it.

There are trees in the yard, jade, clouds, and you in your twenties.

This is simply a boy's love words that can't be sweeter.

Many literary girls and young women were captured on the spot.

"It's another classic, this poem, it's a taste to taste it, it's very sultry at first glance, the love story is the most difficult to understand, this poem is the same, it's a classic! To be honest, my old man's mood has also been teased. Wang Changqing praised unabashedly.

This made Guo Han's face even redder.

But at this juncture, he can't give up resistance, otherwise he will fall short.

"Actually, if I was given time, I could write this kind of poem, and if there was a broken poem, give me a first half, I could write a better lower verse than this, but unfortunately I didn't have this opportunity to show it. ”

What Guo Han means by this is that if you have unfinished poems, I can help you add them, which is better than the meaning you want to express in the original version.

This is to change direction and elevate yourself, so as not to be said to be inferior to Chu Ming.

"Who said no, my brother just wrote half of it here. Zheng Tingting turned another page to look for it.

"Is there really one?" Guo Han panicked, but then quickly calmed down.

Guo Han's poetry level is still there, as long as there is the first half, he can also rely on his talent to make up for the second half, which is also a good way to save a little decline.

"In that case, then you write down the upper que, and I will add the lower que, so that everyone can compare whose is better. ”

"Okay, no problem. ”

Zheng Tingting picked up the chalk again and wrote on the blackboard.

Untitled.

Ququ Chi side road, spring to the few pedestrians. Watery hibiscus leaves, spring is still clear, the sunset is colorful, the tall trees hide the sound of warblers, at first glance in the wind, the flowers fall more distinctly, wandering and feeling cold, the moon shadow is horizontal at night, and the muscles are hairy, and it is suspected that it is Xiaohansheng......

Especially when writing the last four sentences.

"You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city. ”

"The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are not flat. ”

The last 20 words bring a strong sense of impact!

No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric in the world is, there is no such thing as these four short sentences, and the impact on everyone is even greater.

Obviously, these short two crosses are far better than the water of the Sahara and the stars of the day.

The former contains a clear distinction between artistic conception and layering, as long as you have a basic level of appreciation for poetry, you know who is superior and who is inferior.

The audience was silent.

No applause, no discussion.

Wang Changqing pondered the poems on the blackboard and fell silent.

And Guo Han was also frightened by this poem, holding the chalk in a cold sweat.

For a long time, he couldn't figure out how to make up for it.

Because, the top of this poem is simply perfect.

It's the last four sentences again, sublimating the artistic conception to a terrifying height.

Now, what does he add?

He doesn't have the qualifications, and he doesn't have the ability!