Many laymen at the scene just joined in the fun, and only Ye Lao himself could really understand what kind of realm this poem was.

Wonderful!

It's wonderful!

This poem sings that the love between men and women should be based on the understanding of both parties and the feelings of mutual affection.

Ye Lao sighed and said to Cui Qian: "The old man is convinced..."

"You are a master, a true master"

Ye Qian was already speechless from shock!

What is the origin of this old man?

How can you make such a shocking poem?

Shixian Li Bai!!

As a member of the provincial poetry association, I have never heard of this person!

But if you are an unknown person, how can you export such a shocking verse?

Is it hidden in the city?

Seeing that everyone thought Cui Qian's poems were better than her grandfather's, although she was not convinced, she couldn't refute it.

In the end, she could only grit her teeth and retort: "I admit that your ancient poems are very good, but my grandfather wrote modern poems, which are not comparable with ancient poems!"

"You want to play Lai, right?" Cui Qian chuckled.

A look of shame crawled all over Ye Qian's delicate face, a pair of bright eyes were still full of humiliation, and she said stubbornly, "It's just that you said a love poem, presumably you should be very good at modern poetry... Do you dare to compete again? ”

The more you talk, the quieter it becomes.

When does the granddaughter of the master Ye Lao also need to cheat?

"If I write another modern poem, I can still kill your grandfather in seconds, does the bet just now count? Or will you find all sorts of excuses to not certify?" Cui Qian asked with a smile.

"My Ye Qian's words count! If you can write another modern poem that is better than my grandfather's, I will be your grandson's wife!" Ye Qian gritted her teeth and said.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, and you must have spent a lot of time on such a high level of achievement in ancient poetry.

And modern poetry is a completely different style from ancient poetry, she Ye Qian doesn't believe it, how high can you be a stinky old man on this!

At this time, everyone in the audience counted one by one, and their faces were full of anticipation for this miraculous old man to recite his modern poems.

Ye Qian's heart was nervous, and her plump legs couldn't help but be clamped tightly.

If this old man really wrote a poem that was better than his grandfather, wouldn't he be ......

No!

No way!

Ye Qian, what are you thinking?

In the field of modern poetry, grandpa is the most authoritative figure!

And looking at his appearance, the grandson is not a good thing "hum"

And Ye Lao was looking forward and scared in his heart, and he was very entangled.

He expects Cui Qian to really come up with works that are stronger than himself, so that he knows that there is really a poet in this world, but he is afraid that Cui Qian will come up with works that are stronger than himself and press himself down.

In the expectant gaze, Cui Qian stood with his hands down, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and recited softly:

The distant chimes echoed in the rain

We held hands under the eaves and listened

Fantasy about the wedding in the church

It was held to bless both of us

All the way from the mud to the view

Get used to finding courage in each other's eyes

I'm so tired that I can't help but want to kiss you

can forget the hardships of love

You and I agreed not to mention the sad past

He also promised never to let the other party worry

Be happy and take care of yourself

Even if you are alone one day

You and I agreed that we would soon stop a quarrel

It is also said that there are no secrets, and they are very transparent with each other

I'm going to love you well silly love you

Don't care about fairness or unfairness