"I have to say that this is one of the best poems I've heard in recent years. Feng Bo praised sincerely.

There was a round of applause on and off the stage, and the female guest who threatened to see Jiang Hua's talent couldn't say anything except blushing. The other female guests who have turned off the lights will also focus on her, and said in their hearts that you just said that people don't have any talent in this look, and they are scolding people with a mocking face, this is good, you were slapped in the face.

The female guest regretted that she just wanted to hit the wall at this moment, but she didn't expect this guy to really be able to fight, who really touched and died.

"I don't know poetry, but I think, is this really what you wrote on the spot?" she suddenly changed her mind and questioned.

All eyes on the field were on her again, staring at her, not understanding what she meant.

"You just do what you say and do on the spot for such a long poem? Now there are many ghostwriters, why do you want me to believe that this is not something you carefully prepared before you go on stage?" the female guest found a breakthrough and asked.

Jiang Hua was stunned, and everyone also started talking.

"Yes, he did read a very good poem on stage, which he had never heard before. But how can it be proved that he really wrote it now, or even that it was written by him?

It's entirely possible that he knew he was going to be on the show and found a really talented person to write it for him. The crowd talked.

Jiang Hua's passers-by already had more than 100,000 fans, but as soon as the female guest questioned it, there were more than 20,000 left in an instant.

The cold faces of the host and other guests finally warmed up again.

Spread rumors with one mouth, refute rumors and break your legs. Of course, this self-proof is not as easy as rumors, Jiang Hua is full of mouths and can't tell clearly, he reads a hundred poems on the spot, others can also question him If he buys it out, he writes a book of poems for himself, who does he talk to.

The turmoil was originally a helpless praise for Jiang Hua, and when she heard the female guest say this, she instantly understood, but felt that what the female guest questioned was probably true.

This poem is indeed written with great talent and spirituality, but it does not prove that Jiang Hua is very talented and spiritual, and his appearance and temperament do not seem to match the poem at all.

"So, so. Don't worry, young man, we haven't confirmed that your poem was ghostwritten by someone else. He rolled his eyes, picked up the microphone and said.

This is very meaningful, and directly said that the ghostwriter was not confirmed, which means that it is very likely to be a ghostwriter, but we have no evidence, which not only blackmails Jiang Hua, but also looks like he is very objective and fair.

"Well, if you really know how to compose poetry, and you just wrote such a good poem in a while, I don't think you care about writing more. In order to prove that this poem was indeed written by you, we might as well make a proposition poem. He asked Jiang Huadao with a smile.

As long as Jiang Hua dares to agree, he will let Jiang Hua die thoroughly, as a famous poet, he knows what kind of poetry is the most difficult to do. After Jiang Hua agreed, he came up with the most difficult proposition poem, so that he couldn't write it at all.

In fact, don't talk about Jiang Hua, most poets rely on inspiration to write, and the proposition itself is very difficult.

Jiang Hua didn't understand this, and he was anxious to prove himself, and he agreed to the conditions of the turmoil.

"Okay, this time, you don't want to write long poems, reduce the difficulty, write a short poem.

Four sentences are fine, and no rhyme is enough.

This poem must express feelings and hit people's hearts, but there must be no literal words of love and love, it must contain numbers, well, there are three lights left on the field, plus you and the host on the stage.

That is, there must be three and five, and finally eighteen is the best age for everyone, plus eighteen. Feng Bo made a bunch of demands in one breath.

He couldn't even make such a short poem himself.

In fact, short poems are more difficult to do than long poems, because they need to be expressed with fewer words and resonate, and they can't be done without a deep foundation.

Instead of adding numbers, it is because adding numbers to a sentence generally affects the beauty of the poem.

Rhyming poems are difficult to do, but there is absolutely no rhyme-free poems that are even more difficult to do, because rhyming poems can also play with text skills, even if the sentences do not have much artistic conception, but as long as you rhyme well, others will think that you have at least some skills.

But if the sentence is not beautiful enough or there is no emotion, it will feel like a bunch of nonsense.

The last requirement is to make a poem with strong emotions without any words with emotional descriptions, who can do it?

He felt that Jiang Hua would definitely step down with a flushed face, and then the whole world knew that this guy actually didn't know how to write poetry at all, and it was even more confirmed that the poem he was looking for just now was a sought-after one, which would have a bigger blow to him, and it was better for him to honestly admit that he had no talent at the beginning, so at least he would just appear talentless rather than virtuous.

Jiang Hua thought that Feng Bo might have to embarrass himself, but when he heard Feng Bo's series of requests, he was completely stupid, and immediately regretted it, if he really had the ability to compose this kind of poem, he would still run here to earn 20,000 yuan for that lamp? How much can he earn with this talent.

But the words have already been spoken, now so many people are staring at him, what else can he say, he is really blushing now, of course it is impossible to do it by himself, but now what he has is that page of heavenly books, even if he wants to write, he doesn't know what to write, there is no such poem in his memory reserve.

The audience began to talk again, and the water army on the barrage also began to bring rhythm again, and many people firmly guaranteed that if Jiang Hua could make this poem, they would eat the keyboard live, stand upside down, etc., anyway, they were all kinds of ridicule, ridicule, and thought that Jiang Hua had just found a ghostwriter.

"Lottery!" Jiang Hua really had nothing to do, so he could only give a shot in the system and see what opportunities he could have.

"Congratulations to the host for getting the Super Wisdom Rune once, you can use the Rune and ask questions, and he will automatically help you find the answer. The system reminded Jiang Huadao.

Jiang Hua was overjoyed, today's luck is really powerful, what is missing, he put forward the request of this turmoil poem to this wisdom rune.

The voices in the audience have changed from small mutters to loud noises.

"Go down! stop pestle, garbage!" even began to cheer in the audience.

This inverted color caused laughter below, and they all stared at Jiang Hua who was motionless on the stage, shaking their heads secretly, mourning for this kid, who was afraid that he would die on this stage. They laughed and thought that Jiang Hua had become the laughing stock of everyone who watched this episode.

"When I was three, you said I should wait five minutes.

At eighteen o'clock, you have not returned.

Mom, I don't want that string of sugar gourds across the road now!"

Jiang Hua suddenly said, his voice was not loud, but the turmoil sounded like thunder, and he burst into tears in an instant.

Everyone was stunned at first, they didn't understand whether this could also be considered poetry, but they all had a faint feeling of being beaten, some tears were shallow, and they didn't understand why they suddenly burst into tears.

But when they heard the turmoil and suddenly burst out crying, they were all stunned.

I really don't want to cry, but I can't help it, he is a famous poet, he is sensible, as soon as this poem is read, he was hit, he immediately felt the grief of a three-year-old who lost his mother and child, the whole poem looks cold, but the coldness represents how much trauma the child has suffered, and it represents his heart that lost his mother and is still in the ice cellar.

He didn't expect that Jiang Hua did it and made a poem exactly according to his requirements, and this poem directly pierced his weak heart as a poet.

The audience applauded, and they felt from the mood of the turmoil that Jiang Hua must have written a great poem.