Probably because of Gao Feng's black hand, Jia Lao played and drew lots in person.

After the draw, the male host announced loudly:

"This time, the topic is life!"

This time, the poets in the audience all breathed a sigh of relief, the scope of life is very wide, and this kind of topic is also a common topic in the daily practice of poets, although it is not difficult to write well, but not to be unable to write half a word.

Even Jia Shuai patted his chest, looking lucky.

Life?

Wang Qiushi didn't feel anything, but when he thought of the two eyes he played in the last game, he would definitely be topped this time, and sure enough, as soon as he looked up, he saw Jia Lao looking at him with a smile.

Probably think of yourself as a dark horse!

Wang Qiushi was extremely helpless.

Never mind!

Become a poet today!

Wang Qiushi began to think carefully, life, although the topic is very big, but there are very few brilliant writings, the most famous is the North Island poet's "Life", the full text is only one word:

Net!

It's a pity that Kitajima is a great poet, and the one-word poem he wrote will be sought after by everyone, and he is not a famous poet, so he has no such conditions at all.

Wang Qiushi thought about it, looked around, and saw that other poets had begun to write.

Get!

Wang Qiushi laughed at himself, thought for a moment, and decided to borrow the poet Wang Guozhen's poem.

Wang Guozhen has a very famous masterpiece, called "The Mountain is High and the Road is Far Away", which is an inspirational poem, focusing on inspiring all people to pursue youth, pursue life, be persistent and uplifted, especially the last two sentences of the poem "There is no longer road than feet, there is no mountain higher than people" is more philosophical and profound, and has become the motto of a generation of young people.

Recalling the full text of the poem in his mind, Wang Qiushi's pen quickly wrote on the paper:

The shouting is the silence that erupts

Silence is a silent call

Regardless of agitation

Or tranquility

I pray

As long as it's not bland

If you call me from afar

I'll go off the road

If the mountains call me

I went to the mountains

Feet frayed

Just let the setting sun smear the path

Scratch your hands

Simply let the thorns turn into cuckoos

There is no longer road than a foot

There is no higher mountain than man

It can be said that the title of this poem is "Life", which is also very appropriate.

Wang Qiushi relaxed his wrist, and saw Jia Shuai on the side looking at him with blank eyes, and the trace of that look was obviously to see Wang Qiushi's new poems, but now Wang Qiushi has upgraded to Teacher Wang in his heart, so he doesn't dare to be so casual.

Thinking about calling Lao Wang just now, Jia Shuai probably cried in his heart.

Looking at Jia Shuai's expression, Wang Qiushi was inexplicably in a good mood, and pretended to put the piece of paper in Jia Shuai's hand, looking like a master of "you can look at it at will".

Jia Shuai began to look.

At the beginning, he looked respectful and serious.

Halfway through the reading, my pupils were dilated and my expression moved slightly, which obviously resonated.

At the end of the reading, my mouth opened wide, and I guess I was going to shout hello!

Wang Qiushi looked at Jia Shuai's expression and expressed his satisfaction.

After all, this is a poem by a great poet in the previous life, and it can really be shocking when you take it out.

The poets were all concentrating on composing poems, and the scene was quiet, and Jia Shuai didn't dare to speak, so he could only return the poems with admiration and admiration again, his eyes full of admiration and excitement.

From a distance, Jia Lao looked at this side and walked over.

The last "Soil" is indeed a good poem, but he always has a feeling that it seems to be true and false, in the end, the poetry world does not believe in dark horses, especially a strange dark horse suddenly appeared in front of everyone and made such a wonderful poem.

The most important thing is that this dark horse turned out to be a study of history.

Maybe it's just a blind cat running into a dead mouse!

Jia Lao thought to himself, but then he was relieved, anyway, there are still two rounds, if this dark horse's next performance is still not bad, it means that people have real talents; If the poetry written is of a very poor standard, it must be an accident.

Of course, whether it is an accidental event or an inevitable event, Jia Lao will not have any ideas. As an old man, he was simply curious, curious about whether this dark horse was really talented.

Therefore, when he saw the movements between Wang Qiushi and Jia Shuai, he couldn't help but dangle down.

Jia Lao walked straight towards Wang Qiushi, and the meaning was already obvious:

Brat!

I'm here to see your poems!

Wang Qiushi naturally understood, and handed the poem over directly.

This time, after reading the poem, Jia Lao shook his head and sighed again, but he didn't say a word and walked back.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and all the poets' poems were collected and read in public for grading.

If the poems last time had their own merits, this time the poems began to appear popular, most of the poems are extremely similar in style, and the scores are hovering around the passing line, among which the level of the poets can also be seen clearly.

Jia Shuai's poem was also scored five or six points, and just passed, it wilted in an instant.

Of course, there are mediocrities, and there are brilliance.

The poems written by two or three skilled old poets are perfect, and the poems written by the two young disciples of President Gao Feng are full of determination, which can be regarded as the best among the crowd, and they have been respected by everyone, and the scores are all about eight points.

Soon, the host read Wang Qiushi's poem.

Seeing the name Wang Qiushi, the host's eyes lit up, after all, the last round was very impressive.

After a cursory sweep, the host suddenly gave a thumbs up in his heart, and then began to read.

"Life" Wang Qiushi ......"

Hearing Wang Qiushi's three words, everyone on and off the stage was in high spirits and began to listen carefully.

The host's voice rang out:

"The shouting is an outbreak of silence

Silence is a silent call

Regardless of agitation

Or tranquility

I pray

As long as it's not bland......"

Hearing the beginning, most of the poets in the audience sighed.

Level!

I can't compare to writing the beginning 10,000 times!

Gao Feng and the four old poets on the stage also had serious expressions, as the top of the modern poetry world, they naturally knew that the beginning of this poem was extremely profound, and they already had a perfect demeanor.

The voice of the moderator continues:

"If you call me from afar

I'll go off the road

If the mountains call me

I went to the mountains

Feet frayed

Just let the setting sun smear the path

Scratch your hands

Just let the thorns turn into cuckoos......"

The poems are wonderful, the host's recitation is wonderful, and the poets on and off the stage can listen attentively.

They seem to hear the stream chasing the surging torrent with pebbles, the green trees chasing the splendor of the sun against the wind and rain, and the eagle spreading its wings chasing the vast blue sky; They realized that the temporary tranquility of the sea is to accumulate the energy of the explosion, the withering of the lotus pond in autumn and winter is for the bright fragrance of flowers in the coming year, and in the noisy roar, the sea sings the strongest note of life; In the vigorous green leaves, the lotus flower reveals the most beautiful delicate face,

At this time, a kind of agitated feelings arose in everyone's hearts!

Yes, life should shine in such a pursuit.

Yes, in life, you should never stop pursuing.

Finally, the host read to the end, and his voice became more somber and powerful:

"There is no foot like that,

Longer road!

There is no comparison to people,

Higher mountains! ”

The sound stopped abruptly, and the audience fell silent.

After a while, a burst of agitated and enthusiastic applause erupted.