There is only one Chenyang left!

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Fan group.

Abandoned writers.

An editor standing aside.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chenyang.

From just now, this young man has been the appearance of a deputy hanger, and now he is still like this, as if he didn't pay attention to this game at all.

"Chenyang shouldn't give up. ”

"I don't know, but I don't think he's prepared. ”

"Two minutes is really too short, and the only one that is famous is that I wrote it in the most vain. ”

In order not to affect the normal game, fans have suppressed the discussion.

The editors also looked anxious.

This winter outing was also hosted by them, and now all the writers have given up, although they still have to save face for the writers' group in the future, but this is just the beginning of giving up, everyone is not happy to watch, and it is not good to say.

For a moment, the hearts of the editors were in their throats.

It's starting to snow.

Snowflakes like grains of rice flutter in the air.

But now, no one cares about this, they are all looking at the morning sun.

Chenyang yawned, walked over leisurely, picked up the brush very unelegantly, put the pen into the inkstone, and casually dipped it twice and began to write.

Originally, seeing Chenyang's shot, everyone still had a little bit of expectations.

But looking at Chenyang's action, everyone's little expectation was instantly brushed into a negative score by this action.

There are only a few "Qinyuan Spring" that have been handed down so far, and I have picked out the most famous one of them, and the remaining poems of Chenyang are mostly lost even if they are written.

Moreover, although this poetry workshop is said to be writing poetry, it is actually a calligraphy competition to a large extent.

Not particular.

This is too unsophisticated!

The writer who gave up Qiu Lang also laughed.

Just now they saw Chenyang pretending to be there, and they thought that there were really two brushes, that's it?

But no matter how much they despised it, Chenyang was still like that, and the brush in his hand changed a few postures and began to write, only to see him waving the brush and writing the word "north" on the paper with a not very skillful technique.

"I haven't heard of the north of Qinyuan Spring. ”

"Yes, is this the poem of an ancient? ”

"Qinyuan Chun Bei? Why does this look so awkward? It seems that there should be no such words. ”

"It's not like, it's really not, I checked it just now, and there shouldn't be any of these words. ”

Since someone broke the problem just now, many people have searched out all the poems in China with Qinyuan Spring as the name of the word plate, and now they are waiting to see Chenyang write that one.

But in those few poems, there is only one that starts with the word north now.

Fans are starting to speculate.

"Does Chenyang want to be original?"

"Isn't it, the Yang God actually wants to be original?"

"I'm tired of grass, two minutes, the yang god is too fierce. ”

"Don't rejoice too soon, the possibility of originality is too small. ”

"It's better to have a small possibility than to give up, but I think compared to me, the most vain copy of the ancients, in fact, the original seems to have a great chance of winning. ”

The writers' group and editors also realized that what Chenyang is writing now is not recorded in the book at all, and there is no other possibility except originality.

When they landed, everyone gasped.

Two minutes.

Live creation?

How is this possible!

However, no one gave them an answer.

Chenyang bent down, paused for a moment after writing the first word, and then waved the brush to start the second word: country.

After another pause, the third word: wind.

Pause, fourth word.

Pause, fifth word......

A sentence.

Two sentences.

Three sentences......

Chenyang's writing is not fast, and the words are not the best, let alone any art, so they can only barely be regarded as neat.

However, it was his barely neat handwriting, word after word, sentence after sentence, that the faces of the onlookers changed after the faces of the onlookers.

The members of the writers' group who looked down on Chenyang just now were also dumbfounded at the moment, as if they were living ghosts.

"This ...... Poem ......"

"How could it be ......?"

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it. ”

"Convinced, really convinced, how can there be such a good poem. ”

……

A house in a cup.

Qian Lao was drinking tea with Dong Lao of the Poetry Association inside and watching the snow outside.

Next to Qian Lao, there was a man in his thirties, although he also had a cup of tea in front of him, but the man only lowered his head and looked at his mobile phone, without the slightest intention of participating.

Now the snow is not very heavy, and there is no charm to talk about, but from this quaint house, it is still something to look at

Elder Dong withdrew his gaze from the outside, "Old Qian, will the topic be too difficult this time?" Although it is said to be a writer's group, it is not a professional, such a difficult topic, it should not hit a piece." ”

Qian Lao took a sip of tea, "Hehe, Lao Dong doesn't have to worry, if it's too difficult, isn't there your second hand, don't worry, their newspaper has to let everyone participate." ”

Dong Lao said with a smile, "I know, you have to throw this job to me, you, you, why do you come up with such a difficult question? Qin Yuanchun's brand name, from ancient times to the present, has survived less than ten songs, and they don't study it every day, how can they understand." ”

Qian Lao said, "So I have to tell them that since they have stepped into this industry, they must study and study more, and don't want to make progress every day when a few little fans follow them." ”

The two men were talking.

The man who was looking at his mobile phone spoke, "Grandpa, people are not as enterprising as you think, you see, someone has already created an original song Qinyuan Chun." ”

"Original, where, I'll see. ”

"Wow. ”

Qian Yizhi handed over the mobile phone to his grandfather.

Dong Lao also came up.

The two old men both looked at the screen and smiled bitterly.

Qian Lao: "Lao Dong, it seems that you shouldn't be able to use this back hand." ”

Dong Lao shook his head, "It's not just useless, it's just redundant, this Qin Yuanchun is really good." As he spoke, he began to read, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. ”

In the video, the young man who wrote the pen began to write the second sentence: "Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, only recklessness." ”

The third sentence: "Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging." ”

The fourth sentence: "The mountain dances the silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, and wants to compare with the heavenly princess." ”

Dipping ink, the fifth sentence: "It must be a sunny day, look at the red dress and plain wrap, which is extraordinarily enchanting."

The sixth sentence: "There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists." ”

The seventh sentence: "Pity the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, slightly lose the literary talent; the Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, slightly inferior to the coquettish." ”

The eighth sentence: "A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle." ”

The ninth sentence: "The past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present." ”