"Okay, I know you think Xiao Yang is very powerful, as a leader, then what do you tell me. Didn't this Xiao Yang make a song "Yuan Ri" at the New Year's Day party, so in addition to the New Year's Day festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, he should be able to control it, right?"

Niu Longde smiled, his eyes flashed, and he turned the conversation here, the purpose was very simple, that is, to have the idea of Yang Fan for the school examination.

Yang Fan's clenched hand slowly loosened. Fortunately, as long as there is a school exam, there is still room for maneuver.

Qi Lu was shocked in his heart, he knew what this guy was thinking, and the other interviewers also looked at each other.

"Well, I just said the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?" Niu Longde said to himself, and then said very arrogantly: "Xiao Yang is not bad among the younger generation, but his attitude towards us old comrades and old-timers is really bad. At a young age, this is not good! However, the song "Yuan Ri" is still good!"

Hehe!

Yang Fan is about to burst out laughing, everyone's masterpiece from another time and space is just good in your mouth, isn't it a little too pretending?

"Okay, let's avoid your school first, my old cow will give you a chance today, don't say that I bully the juniors, just the Mid-Autumn Festival I just said, let's use this as the topic!"

After speaking, he glanced at Yang Fan a few more times, "Young man, don't say that we old people bully you, but it's like trying to test how much strength you have, and you can understand it!"

Yang Fan nodded, "Please speak!"

Niu Longde looked at Yang Fan's attitude, a sullen feeling rose in his heart, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival theme just now, I have an ancient poem, I don't know if you have heard it?"

After speaking, without waiting for Yang Fan to react, he began to chant.

"Nian Nujiao, Over the Dongting". ”

"The green grass in Dongting, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, has no wind at all. Yujian Qiongtian is 30,000 hectares, and I have a leaf in the boat. ”

"The moon is bright, the bright river is shadowed, and the surface and the inside are clear. Leisurely heart, the wonder is difficult to talk to you. ”

"Ying Nian Ling table has been going on for years, the lonely light shines on itself, and the liver and gallbladder are ice and snow. ”

"Short hair, cold sleeves, steady and wide. ”

"As far as the West River, the Beidou is carefully poured, and Vientiane is a guest. Buckle the side alone, I don't know what day it is. ”

After chanting an ancient poem, the interviewers next to him applauded.

One of the younger interviewers said with a smile: "This is the best poem of Director Niu, it's really well written, every time I listen to it, I have a magnificent feeling." ”

Qilu's heart was also cold, when this guy said the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he actually had a guess in his heart.

I have to say that an ancient word is really a very powerful work, and it is not inferior to those ancient words of everyone. Moreover, the whole poem not only describes the magnificent scenery, but also adds a point between the words and the spirit.

After chanting, Niu Longde nodded with satisfaction, "Xiao Yang, I gave you a sample, which is the topic I just said, the ancient words of the Mid-Autumn Festival." Well, this poem of mine is actually very ordinary, you young people are so powerful, you must be able to make better words!"

This is simply a killing, talking nonsense with his eyes open, holding the most satisfactory and best poem for himself, and actually saying such things in front of Yang Fan, it is really shameless not to take himself as a leader.

Moreover, he also has another meaning, that is, to fight with Yang Fan, if Yang Fan comes up with a poem, it is not as good as him, this obviously gives him the opportunity to refuse Yang Fan to enter the TV station.

The most important thing is that he knew that Yang Fan's poems were better written, so he came to avoid the important and light, and directly used his best words to compare with Yang Fan.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Fan lost this time.

Niu Longde's first word, which used to be included in junior high school textbooks, although it was at the end of the textbook, but the things that can be used in the textbook, can it be simple?

Everyone doesn't think that Yang Fan has room for a turnaround, let's not talk about this kid's writing level, let's just say that now at such a time, no matter how powerful he is, what he wrote in a hurry must be full of flaws.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Fan. I want to see how this kid solves the problem, this is a word that has been used in textbooks!

Yang Fan heard him finish reading this poem, and the whole person was slightly stunned.

Because, when he got up this morning to draw a lottery, he drew an ancient poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

You say it's a coincidence or not, that's how things work.

However, the time was too rushed, and Yang Fan didn't understand all the ancient words at that time, so he made a gesture and said: "That, examiners, can you lend me a piece of paper? I want to wipe my sweat!"

"Okay, give him a piece of paper. Niu Longde thought that this young man was nervous, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, and his voice was a little cold.

The young interviewer next to him threw a pack of paper at Yang Fan, and when he saw that Yang Fan almost didn't catch it, the corners of his mouth held back a smile.

In this kid's current state, it is estimated that he has already been scared, and the interview is 100% hopeless.

What do everyone else think, even Qilu doesn't have hope for Yang Fan anymore. What he is thinking about now is how he will explain to the director.

The director of the station values this kid very much, but for some reasons, he can't directly intervene in this matter, giving these guys a chance to bear, which is really annoying.

Yang Fan pretended to wipe his sweat, but the whole person had already understood all the ancient words, his temperament slowly began to change, and the whole person revealed a very confident look.

Write ancient words for the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Oh, do you think I can only write ancient poems?

Isn't it a little too naïve!

Yang Fan's gaze slowly turned to these people, and suddenly a smile appeared. Although it is said that Niu Longde's song Nian Nujiao just now is indeed a masterpiece. However, Yang Fan now has a deep understanding of the meaning of this poem, and he is strong

Faith, even those ancient words, can't be compared with my current words.

To put it mildly, this poem can become the masterpiece of ancient Chinese words, and it can even be called that there is no ancient, no one after him, let him write thousands of songs, it is not as good as my one.

"It's almost the same, if you wipe it again, your skin will be broken. A female interviewer said in a weird way, thinking that Yang Fan was just stalling for time.

But is it useful for you to procrastinate? Isn't it naïve to think that you can come up with such an old word in ten or twenty minutes?

Qilu wanted to say a few words of defense for Yang Fan, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. What did he say, even his old boss, you are afraid of this guy, how can you be his opponent.

After fighting for a while, he still wanted to say a few words for Yang Fan, because looking at the posture of these people, he obviously wanted to beat Yang Fan to death with a stick.

If Yang Fan can't say the words, he will definitely brush it down.

"Or ...... Or, let Xiao Yang write a poem, Mid-Autumn Festival, this is actually the same!"

"Old Qi!" The middle-aged woman just now pursed her lips and said, "What do you mean by this, didn't you just say that this young man is talented, now is the time for him to behave." If nothing else, as long as he can write words that are on par with Niu Taichang, we will have nothing to say, and you can record him if you want to. Isn't that right, Chief Niu?"

She glanced at Niu Longde with some flattery, Niu Longde snorted, and it was considered to have settled the matter. He admits that Yang Fan may be a little weak in writing poetry, but this is a word, and the two are different forms of expression.

Besides, how could you come up with it in such a little time?

Niu Longde added again: "Lao Qi, when I first wrote this poem, it was only about 10 minutes, basically in one go, so it is not considered to bully Xiao Yang, besides, I also want to try Xiao Yang's temporary creative ability, don't they all say that young people are vibrant? Come on, let's not talk about the quality of Xiao Yang's poems, let's just say that he was created on the spot, I actually have skeptical ideas." After all, Xiao Yang is still too young, maybe we old people have prejudices, but am I giving Xiao Yang a chance to perform? As long as he can show his strength, we old guys have nothing to say. ”

"However, your poem has been used in textbooks, and it is used to compare with Xiao Yang, isn't it ......?"

Before Qilu finished speaking, Niu Longde snorted, "I said that you comrade, why are you so verbose, Xiao Yang hasn't spoken yet, right, Xiao Yang?"

He turned his gaze to Yang Fan, with a hypocritical smile on his face, but said viciously: "Xiao Yang, have you thought about it, the time in our seniors is still very precious." Then, I won't take advantage of you, just like Xiao Qiao said just now, you take out an ancient poem, as long as we think it's about the same, even if there is a little gap between you and my words, we can ignore it!"

Yang Fan looked at his hypocritical smirk, but said calmly: "Thank you, Director Niu, for your suggestion, but I think my words, compared with the words on Niutai, should be able to beat you." ”

"Ahh

Everyone else also thought Yang Fan was crazy.

That is the famous work of Director Niu, and it is by virtue of his identity as the president of the Ancient Words Association that he has a relationship with some official associations in society, which he climbed to this position step by step.

In other words, Yang Fan, a little person who does not measure himself, said these words without his strength, which is the opposite of the entire industry!

Qilu looked at Yang Fan and felt a little sad, and felt a little sorry for him in his heart.

Several other interviewers also wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with Director Niu, but they didn't expect Yang Fan to take a step forward suddenly, his eyes were full of disdain, and he said directly: "Jihai Mid-Autumn Festival, drink happily, get drunk, do this, and conceive a child." ”

As soon as Yang Fan's small preface came out, Niu Longde was slightly stunned, and he suddenly felt that his heart was filled with a sense of depression, this guy is really not simple.

Several other people also focused their eyes on Yang Fan. Yang Fan's temperament changed, his eyes froze, and he said, "When is Mingyue?" ”

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?"

What the?

When these two words came out, Niu Longde's hand that was drinking water suddenly trembled, and the water cup fell to the ground in response, but he was stunned.

Qilu gasped even more, he didn't expect this kid to be so powerful.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. ”

"Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

At this time, Yang Fan, in the eyes of everyone, was no longer a mortal, as if he was a fluttering immortal, everyone looked at him with their mouths open, but they couldn't say a word.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. ”

"There should be no hate, when is it a long and other round?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

It was another big section, which made Qi Lu's eyes deeper and deeper, his whole heart was pounding, and a warm smile had gradually appeared on his face, this kid really lived up to his expectations.

Yang Fan had a fluttering temperament at this time, his eyes swept to the judges, a smile appeared on his mouth, and he said slowly: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”

This word is written in the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Since then, the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival have never been compared!