At this time, the atmosphere of "Early Spring Poetry Club" was ignited!

This big boy who suddenly appeared was too surprising, and the song "Spring Dawn" made Nan Lao agree!

Now people in front of the live TV can't help but applaud when they have seen such a show!

This girl is a fighting poem! This is a slap in the face! This show is good!

For a while, many people with a casual look-at mentality stopped at this show, and many people also began to search for this show!

The number of online live broadcasts is increasing, and the barrage is also full!

"This kid is good! Domineering! Who is this? ”

"I don't know! Young and alone! That's interesting! ”

"This kid has a bit of the momentum of Brother Donburi in the online literature circle a few days ago!"

"Isn't this a rice bowl?"

"Probably not, how could he be so young!"

"I think it's like, who would dare to fight against Song Lao Er except for the rice bowl! Everyone can see that Song Lao Er deliberately suppressed the author of the online article, and this product actually jumped out to slap Song Lao Er in the face! ”

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At this time, Zhang Guofeng at the poetry meeting was very surprised to see that Zheng Hong had lost. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

However, he didn't believe that this kid could really win over more than a dozen poets of the Literary Association on his side, he only felt that this kid did have some ability!

He said in a deep voice: "Xiao Zheng, come down, on the sea peak!" ”

"Okay!" A scholar in a black robe walked from the crowd to the center of the field, he was the master who said yesterday that "Birds and Fish" written by Donburi had no literary level!

When Zhuo Xiaowu heard that it was this product on stage, he couldn't help but raise his head and say, "Yo! This won't be as unlevel as the previous one! Hey, what's wrong with this literary association, why is it so defeated? Ay! ”

Listening to the sighs of the boys in the field, the corners of the mouths of many poets of the Literary Association couldn't help twitching!

Your sister! Where is this sigh! This girl is a slap in the face!

Just now, Zheng Hong also boasted that Haikou was fighting alone! As a result, I was slapped in the face! This continuous sigh is a slap in the face!

Zheng Hong blushed, Zhang Guofeng snorted coldly, and Song Tiansheng's eyes were gloomy..... At this time, everyone in the audience had different expressions!

After Haifeng got off the field, he saw that Zheng Hong had lost just now, so he put away his contempt and said, "Come on, let's have a game!" ”

"Come on, hurry up and let me finish scaring you, I have to go home for dinner!" Zhuo Xiaowu naturally yawned and said.

When Nan Lao heard this, he just smiled slightly and said, "Okay, then this time let's write a poem with the theme of spring rain!" ”

Hearing Nan Lao's words, Haifeng's face was overjoyed, he came to participate in the "Early Spring Poetry Meeting" this time, and he happened to prepare a poem about the spring breeze!

He immediately said confidently: "Okay, then I'll come first, let this young man think for a while!" This is a poem "When is the Spring Rain". ”

"When will the spring rain return, the mighty sky is connected to the curtain, how can it not be beautiful?"

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After Haifeng read the words aloud with emotion, many people raised their heads and secretly agreed, even Nan Lao nodded again and again and said: "Not bad!" ”

"Well, Brother Haifeng's words are really good!"

"Xiaohai's level has improved recently!" Zhang Guofeng also smiled and said that if he was allowed to create temporary works on the spot, it would be a little better than this level at most.

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Listening to the praise of the people around him, Haifeng was very happy, but he knew that it was a live broadcast, so he forcibly suppressed the pride in his heart, and deliberately pretended to be indifferent to a literary master and said, "Junior, it's your turn!" ”

Zhuo Xiaowu finished eating the grapes in his hand, and looked at Haifeng, who was obviously suppressed and proud, he slapped it on the table with a snap, and the wind and clouds behind him were so frightened that they trembled!

Huh? What a fart!

Zhuo Xiaowu directly picked up the eighty-six bottles of good wine behind him, he opened the bottle cap and raised his head to take two sips, his eyes opened slightly, and he said with a slight drunkenness: "There is no literature at all, it is all an accumulation of words!"

After he finished speaking, he walked to the center of the field step by step.

Everyone looked at this young man's posture, this is to learn from the ancients to fight wine and write a hundred poems!

But who is really a literati doesn't know that the so-called 100 poems of fighting wine are blown out, and there are a few people who can create poems with quick thinking after drinking!

I thought it was a fist stroke!

But then they were stunned!

Zhuo Xiaowu raised his voice and said: "This poem of mine is "Spring Ye Joyful Rain""

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens."

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently."

"The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright."

"Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flower is heavy in the official city."

After he finished speaking, he took the wine jug and poured two sips of wine, and then directly asked Haifeng and said, "Are you convinced!" ”

At this time, everyone listened to this song "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" and trembled!

I'll go, classic! The first word "good" directly sublimates the whole text a lot!

Haifeng's words just now are not at the same level as this poem at all!

Could this really be a classic after drinking? Oh yes, I'll try it later!

Many people think so in their hearts.

But at this time, just when Nan Lao was about to announce the results, Haifeng was unwilling to lose to such a hairy boy, and it was still broadcast live on the TV network!

So he forced the words and said: "You are a poem just now, mine is a word, there is no comparison, you have the ability to create another word!" ”

The audience listened to Haifeng's words, and they all knew that this product was out of shape, and some couldn't afford to lose!

Nan Laoyi frowned and said, "Enough, don't come up and be embarrassed if you can't afford to lose!" ”

"Nan Lao.... I...."Haifeng blushed at this time!

Nan Lao snorted coldly and said, "This time it's still ........"

Before Nan Lao finished speaking, Zhuo Xiaowu poured another sip of wine, he was drunk and hazy, and laughed vainly and said, "You kid is not convinced?" Okay, then I'll hit you until you serve! Listen, the name of this song is "Fortune Operator""

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. ”

"Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

As soon as this word came out, the audience was shocked, and the eyes of the young people in the audience were different!

What a genius! This export is a chapter, it is a genius! And it's a classic!

Even Nan Lao was shocked and stood up directly!

But before they could speak, Zhuo Xiaowu took a step towards Haifeng, and said with a stormy momentum: "Are you convinced?" ”

Haifeng blushed and gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound!

Zhuo Xiaowu looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Then continue, my poem is "Dotting Lips""

"Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and urge the flowers and rain at a few o'clock. ”

"Leaning all over the bar, just no emotion! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off. ”

At this time, Zhuo Xiaowu had already fallen into the image of a Chu madman who positioned himself......... Well, although he is a copyist, he must be a domineering copyist!

"Are you convinced?" Zhuo Xiaowu took another step, and looked directly at Haifeng with a pair of hazy drunken eyes!

At this time, Haifeng's forehead was sweating profusely, what kind of sin did he make! What a word to create for this thing! This is a slap and a slap in the face! He was already crying in his heart!