The scene of the Chinese Poetry Conference.

Yao Lei and Tong Zhao were sitting on the waiting seat, Tong Zhao looked indifferent, but Yao Lei was obviously a little nervous.

"Relax, what's there to be nervous about?" at first it was an opening dance, and Tong Zhao appreciated the situation and comforted Yao Lei. Because of the poetry in his mind, although he was strictly controlled in the creation before the broadcast, the impact on Tong Zhao was not too great, and he also had the confidence to believe it.

"You don't understand, this is the first time I've written on such a big stage. Yao Lei lowered his voice, his voice trembling.

Next, the opening dance ended, and the host took the stage.

The content of the program of the Chinese Poetry Conference is relatively simple, probably the author comes to the stage to greet the questions of the judges and answer some of the connotation of the poem. Then the show's own speaker will recite the poem to music, followed by a vote by the judges.

There is no public voting in the preliminary round, and Tong Zhao doesn't care.

It's just that the corners of his eyes squinted slightly at Xu Si who was sitting sanctimoniously on the judges' bench, and this guy looked like a lord who would repay him, and he wouldn't make any small stumbles on the field.

With the opening remarks of the host, this Chinese poetry feast broadcast live on the central station is the opening of the pot. The first poet looked a little nervous, after all, it was the first time to appear on such a big scene, which was tantamount to a big attempt for a person who often works on poetry behind the scenes.

may be because it is broadcast as a variety show, although the competition system is relatively simple, the Chinese Poetry Conference has made a lot of effort in terms of fun. Whether it is the judges' inquiries or the host's interesting collocation, this atmosphere has become more down-to-earth, and the only drawback may be that the poet has some stage fright for the scene.

Then the readers read the poems, and the audience applauded.

Tong Zhao watched it with relish, after all, he could understand what kind of realm the poetry culture of this world had developed here. In general, ordinary poets are the same as poets in their original world, but the poems of Tong Zhao's original world have never happened in this world.

Yao Lei was sitting in danger, for fear that he would lose face in the live broadcast.

"The next one, the wandering poet Yao Lei. With the host's shout, Yao Lei on the side got up in an instant, and Tong Zhao, who was sitting next to him, saw that his back was wet for most of the time.

"Relax, don't be nervous. If you're nervous, take a deep breath. "It's so similar to my first time on the big stage, and it's amazing to enjoy the gaze and cheers of the audience with my own dreams and experiences.

Yao Lei's face was a little pale, obviously nervous, he reluctantly smiled at Tong Zhao, and then walked onto the stage step by step.

Standing on the stage, his waist was very straight.

"Are you a wandering poet?" A kind-faced and gray-haired judge sat on the judges' seat, looked at Yao Lei and said, "May I ask what you have discussed on our topic: life on the way you wandered?"

"Huh?" Yao Lei was nervous and held the microphone tremblingly.

Tong Zhao, who was waiting in the seat, heard the chuckles of some people beside him and shook his head.

"Mr. Yao Lei, have you ever discussed our topic: life during your wandering?" The old man was not annoyed, and Xu Si beside him snorted coldly at this situation.

This is a live show, and any slight error will appear on the screen very intuitively.

As a national station, the ratings of Central One are very high.

"Yes. This time, Yao Lei heard clearly, gritted his teeth and then took a deep breath, only to feel that his nervousness had been relieved a lot. Then he talked about his feelings and what he thought in his heart. At the same time, he gradually entered the state and could talk eloquently, the humility in his heart was strongly suppressed at this time, and Yao Lei's on-site performance was better than that of the first person.

The old man on the judges' bench who had asked Yao Lei before nodded.

followed by a few questions, Yao Lei answered very well, Xu Si had nothing to ask Yao Lei, so he skipped directly.

Entering the poetry recitation session, Yao Lei's wording is not gorgeous, but it is unpretentious, and has the power to hit the weakness of anyone's heart.

Naturally, it was unanimously passed, and even Xu Si had to give him his own pass vote because the previous masters had voted for Yao Lei.

"Thank you. Yao Lei's joy was unabashedly shown on his face, there were several poetry creators who had a certain reputation in the poetry world, but because of the works, they were eliminated by the judges without hesitation. This put a lot of pressure on Yao Lei, those who have fame have been eliminated, how can someone who can be called not famous pass it?

Fortunately, Yao Lei passed with his own strength.

"Your poems are pretty good. Tong Zhao praised Yao Lei.

Tong Zhao has also enjoyed the early works of some famous artists, which can only be said to be comparable to Yao Lei, and the works that have been handed down must have been obtained by chance under a great accumulation. Yao Lei's ability to write such poems in a rigorous environment like an exam is enough to prove that he has the potential to be a famous artist.

"That seedling just now is good. The gray-haired old man who asked Yao Lei said to the people beside him.

"Well, the accumulation is deep and the potential is very good. The man next to him nodded.

Several poets went to heaven again, but they all did not hesitate to be rejected by the judges. After all, being able to write some good poems in ordinary creations does not mean that you have the ability to create a masterpiece in that tense environment, and the judges' seats, which are so strict that they can't tolerate a single sand in their eyes, will naturally not let the fish slip through the net.

Soon, it was Tong Zhao's turn to play.

Everyone on the jury was a little tired, because the quality of the previous poets was too poor. Appreciating good works can make people feel uplifted, but appreciating some bland poems that are just piled up by fancy words is more tiring.

"Now I have the next contestant: Tong Zhao. With the host's order, Tong Zhao stood up with a smile, clapped his hands with Yao Lei, who was relaxed on the side, and walked onto the stage.

Xu Si's eyes looked at Tong Zhao, and his heart was cold.

"Excuse me, do you think you can write high-quality poetry?" Xu Si picked up his microphone and directly attacked with his sharp topic.

For a while, there was an uproar in the audience.

Even the poets on the waiting table had different faces, but there was a feeling called shock that was the same.

Xu Si opened with a thunderbolt.

Tong Zhao is a novice in the poetry industry as an artist, and he only entered this Chinese poetry conference with the east wind of "To the Oak Tree". People from all walks of life have mixed opinions about his ability to participate in the program of the Chinese Poetry Conference, but they didn't expect Xu Si to directly point out this problem.

"Or do you think that as a person who has never participated in the poetry world, you rashly set foot in this circle, what do you think you can do in this Chinese poetry conference?" Xu Si saw that Tong Zhao was still smiling and didn't smile, so he asked again.

Live show, although the camera can be switched if there is an accident or something, everyone can see the precursor.

The on-site director was a little hesitant, he was thinking about whether to switch the camera to relieve the embarrassment, and the switch did make Tong Zhao's situation in the live broadcast much less, but it would be a lot less topical.

"Or, are you sure you can create a work like 'To the Oak Tree' again?" Xu Siyu was shocked, and asked three questions with a face.

Yao Lei, who was waiting in the seat, was instantly nervous, and even Song Chen, who was in the background, was nervous.

What happened between Tong Zhao and Xu Si, Song Chen didn't know.

But Xu Si aimed at Tong Zhao like this at the beginning, which is very unfavorable.