In the auditorium, the riot gradually subsided for a while, and the two hosts returned to the stage.

The hostess's face was a little ugly, for a little girl, the scene just now was indeed a bit ...... Disgusting.

With such an unexpected situation, the congratulatory speech could only be canceled and went straight to the point.

And Luo Zhenfang was sent directly to the hospital, it is said that he fainted after vomiting halfway, but fortunately he was rescued, stayed in the hospital for several days, and was discharged after completely confirming that he was fine.

The male host said: "Because there is something going on, let's go directly to today's poetry competition, and next, I invite the contestants this time to come to the stage." ”

"Brother Hao, come on!"

Wayward is still very confident in Ye Hao's literary talent, even if he can't win the first place, it is no problem to get a better ranking.

"Brother, I'm optimistic about you!" Yuan Chengjun also smiled.

And Wang Qingxue smiled at him, "Come on!"

Cao Yun quipped: "I really can't think of it, you just sing a song on stage, I think your song is much more reliable than writing poems and lyrics." ”

Poof!

Everyone was amused by this, not to mention, it really makes sense.

Ye Hao's eyes darkened, no matter how cheeky he was, he couldn't do this kind of thing, he wanted to save face.

The group of people from the Writers' Association also came to the stage, including the two people I saw at the door before, called Red Sleeves and Fang Tong, a total of nearly 30 people, including of course Dad and people from his department.

When the people in the Writers' Association saw Ye Hao coming up, they were immediately surprised, and then they talked in a low voice.

"So young?"

"At this age, you also want to compose poems and lyrics? Let's see which of us didn't live a few years before we dared to go on stage. ”

"Heh, this is not taking our professions seriously. ”

"Should I say that he is not self-sufficient, or is he terrible in the future?"

……

The faces are full of ugliness, which really confirms the sentence - "what general leads what soldier", and there are members of the association under the chairman of the association.

Ye Hao smiled, after all, there is nothing to argue with fools.

As soon as Ye Hao took the stage, someone on the Internet recognized him.

"Teacher Ye Hao?!"

"Damn! It's really Mr. Ye Hao, there's a good show to watch now!"

"To be able to write a good work like "Juvenile Huaguo Said", with Mr. Ye Hao's literary style, the poetry is definitely not bad!"

"I'm a little looking forward to what poems Mr. Ye Hao will write, maybe I can squeeze into the top few!"

But soon there were people who spoke the opposite tune, all of whom were on Luo Zhenfang's side before.

"Isn't it just that I wrote an article in the past that is quite readable, and I see you blowing it to the sky!"

"Besides, can poetry be compared to an article? I don't know if that thing doesn't even understand the plain sound of poetry!"

"That's not a foreign gun to laugh to death!"

Stage.

Everyone took out their mobile phones and logged in to an internal website, because this poetry contest was selected through the Internet, so it had to be uploaded to the Internet to be seen by netizens.

The author of the question is a young old man over half a hundred years old, with gray temples and a kind and kind face.

Judging from the extremely respectful attitude of everyone, the identity and status of this little old man are by no means ordinary.

In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, there are several topics for this poem, which are randomly decided by lottery.

The little old man grabbed a piece of paper from the lottery box at random, glanced at it, and said slowly: "The theme of this poetry contest is...... Don't give up!"

Don't give up?

Why don't you give up?

Upon hearing this, the audience was instantly dumbfounded.

However, the people on the stage raised the corners of their mouths, as if they understood the meaning of each.

In fact, this topic is based on reality, from a news a few days ago, said that a sixteen-year-old boy because of a car accident caused by a disability of both legs, for this sudden disaster, how can a sixteen-year-old boy bear it, several times the idea of suicide, fortunately it happened in time, so it did not cause a tragedy, it is said that he is still receiving psychiatric treatment.

And the unit department also uses this to transmit positive energy to the society.

The little old man continued: "Not giving up means that when we are in despair, we are still full of hope, and we can be positive and brave in the face of everything in life, no matter how great the hardship. ”

When he said this, everyone was stunned.

Dare is to let us write poems about motivating people!

It's easy!

Thinking of this, some people began to conceive it, and some people didn't even think about it.

But Ye Hao was directly stunned, the reason is very simple, there are too many poems in his mind about this aspect, in Ye Hao's world, the most important thing in this area of poetry is to encourage people, so ...... He's having trouble making choices again.

At this time, a few people from the Writers' Association had already finished writing, and when they saw Ye Hao stunned over there, they sneered, and then stepped forward and said in a strange manner: "Yo!

"I don't think it's a problem, I said that young people don't slap their swollen faces and become fat, now they can't step down, hahaha!"

"Don't talk about people, what if this person is stimulated to look for a short sight? We can't afford this responsibility, haha!"

Even the Internet has begun to speak ill of each other.

"Hahaha, look at it, I'll just say, this person is just pretending to be a big head of garlic!"

"People, it's important to be self-aware, if you can't do it, don't pretend to be forced!"

Those people spoke very quietly, and almost no one heard them except Ye Hao.

Ye Hao was immediately angry, he just wanted to play soy sauce and just have a scene, if it wasn't for his mother who wanted him to participate, he really didn't have any interest in this kind of competition.

But now it's different!

Say I can't?

Say I'm not in a rut?

Am I slapping my swollen face and becoming fat?

Okay, see who hits whom's face, watch who's good show!

Ye Hao didn't bother anymore, because he had already made a decision in his heart now!

This is a modern poem, and it perfectly interprets what it means not to give up, so that people know how to live well and how to encourage themselves in the face of adversity......

That's it!

At this time, the instant support rate of the contestants' works came out.

First place: Red Sleeves, "Wonderful World" has 103271 votes

second place, Fang Tong, "May Tenderness" have 98,641 votes

And so on, the top ten are all contracted by the Writers' Association, including ancient poems, modern poems, and some words, as for Luo Zhenfang, who was directly absent because he vomited.

It seems that the first place must be one of the people in the writers' association.

"Eh, why didn't I see Brother Hao's writing?"

"It's almost out of time, why hasn't my brother written it yet?"

"It's really too difficult to write a poem in such a short time!"

……

(End of chapter)