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Han Rui's pen is a sentence.

The other five were stunned.

The camera also immediately turned to Han Rui.

On the big screen, a few vigorous and powerful big characters, with teeth and claws, seemed to go straight out of the screen.

Han Rui used cursive this time.

Cursive writing with a pen.

The people of the Ancient Poetry Association are naturally experts in calligraphy.

It is not easy to write cursive with a fountain pen.

Let's look at Han Rui's cursive again.

The pen moves calmly, and the pen force at the front is strong and floating, giving full play to the characteristics of the tip of the fountain pen, showing the condensation of cursive writing and the atmosphere of simplicity, and at the same time it is vaguely visible that it swallows mountains and rivers.

What a word!

This guy definitely has the skills!

At least more than ten years of hard work.

However, looking at his age, I'm afraid that this young man is afraid that he has been practicing calligraphy since he started to read words, right?

Qin Guan's faces were full of shock and appreciation.

And then.

Take a look at the format at the beginning.

Enlightenment!

This is another song of "Qinyuan Spring"!

Well, a few words fell, and the poet stood at the head of Orange Island in the cold autumn, looking at the scene of the Xiangjiang River flowing slowly north.

Qin Guan and the rest of the vice presidents glanced at each other one after another, their eyes full of surprise.

Looks like a genius!

Look further down.

The second sentence is out.

"Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. ”

Qin Guan suddenly clenched his fists, and the elder brothers also nodded.

That's it.

That momentum was gradually brought out.

The mountains are red all over the world, and the rivers are clear.

The forests are dyed, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

This is almost the same as the momentum of the song "Qinyuan Spring Snow" with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting.

With these two sentences alone, it can be completely determined that Han Rui is the author of the song "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan".

You can't go wrong!

It's not that the reporters in the audience don't understand anything.

Seeing this situation, one by one also suddenly realized.

Since you have real skills!

Then when it comes to reporting, it's time to write in a different way.

It can't be dark, it's powdery!

What a genius!

……

"The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom."

Han Rui's own writing is enjoyable.

The people in the audience were in a stirred mood.

"Sorrowful, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?"

As far as the excitement goes, there are two sentences in a row.

The last few words were even more sonorous and powerful, so that Qin Guan and several people actually stood up.

Even the reporters in the audience were shocked.

Sheng Guorui's eyes also flashed!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on those words.

Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of ups and downs?

Proud!

How is this different from the sentence 'count the romantic characters, but also look at the present dynasty'?

The same pride, the same majesty.

Such a masterpiece actually came from the head of the young man in front of him, which really shocked everyone's eyes.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Even Gu Qing, Bi Yinan, and Zhang Wenrui began to smile wryly when they saw this sentence.

What about exchanging poems?

How do you feel that you will make a fool of yourself later?

Looking at Han Rui again, the pen walks the dragon, with a chic and indifferent atmosphere, and the calligraphy and poetry have the tendency to swallow mountains and rivers, which makes people can't help but pay attention.

"Bringing hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years.

Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

Seeing it, Sheng Guorui stood up.

It seems that I remember my college days, I used to visit famous places with my classmates and roommates, and talk about family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs in my spare time.

Today, when he was young, he was already ranked among the secretaries of the Municipal Party Committee, and his classmates have also made outstanding achievements in all walks of life.

"What a song "Qinyuan Spring, Changxiang", what a masterpiece among outstanding writers!"

Thinking back then, Sheng Guorui couldn't help himself, and glanced at Han Rui deeply. He stood up and clapped his hands and praised loudly.

Qin Guan and the others also looked surprised, but they looked at Han Rui's people and words.

And that's it.

Such a masterpiece, such a teenager, deserves this praise!

The top leaders of Changxiang have all expressed their positions, so the heads of Changxiang's political and business circles in the rear have to get up one after another, which immediately attracted applause from the audience.

However, it can also be seen that many people present are still very convinced of Han Rui, a genius boy.

Most of the applause is also sincere.

For a while, the scene was extremely lively.

Reporters took pictures of this precious moment.

Even the reporters of the local city newspaper in Changxiang, who have a fast brain, have even thought of the headline of tomorrow's news.

Just write "The genius boy Zhen Changxiang, the municipal party committee secretary Ji praises Yingjie!" ”

It can definitely lead to a surge in newspaper sales.

But Han Rui was unmoved.

Until a poem, Han Rui inscribed a few big characters of "Qinyuan Spring, Changxiang" and his own name below, and stood up.

Han Rui couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw everyone looking at him in unison.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

……

For a while, the applause at the scene rose again.

Throughout the venue, the applause lasted for a long time.

Everyone looked at Han Rui with a trace of admiration in their eyes, and there were even many people who admired it.

The whole person was a little embarrassed, and immediately bowed to everyone to show his gratitude.

Ma Ning and Qin Ye were completely convinced.

But maybe it was influenced by Han Rui.

The two also began to write one after another.

Although the handwriting is not as cool as Han Rui's, it is still excellent.

The poems are not as straightforward as Han Rui's.

The two paused and deliberated a lot, but it didn't take long for most of the two poems to be completed.

Only the three of Gu Qing were left to look at each other and sigh.

Only then did I start to write slowly.

At the same time, my heart was full of depression.

The three of them knew that they would never be able to write poems comparable to "Qinyuan Spring, Changxiang" today.

So, no matter what the trio wrote.

In the end, he will be pressed by a first-year high school student.

It's a shame to come out this time!

Although the three of them are also very optimistic about Han Rui, this is different from the feeling of watching Han Rui step on his shoulder.

That's appreciation, with grievances.

When a few poems come out, the event is over.

But maybe Han Rui set the tone too high at the beginning.

So much so that although the poems in the back door are all good, when they are compared with Han Rui, they show the difference.

However, after all, the faces of Gu Qing and the others were there, and they would not be cold.

Qin Guan personally came to the stage to present trophies to everyone, and then said a bunch of words of encouragement.

also patted Han Rui on the shoulder cordially.

This flattered Han Rui.

This is Qin Guan!

A heavyweight figure in the Chinese literary world.

So far, the literary event of the National Ancient Poetry Conference has come to a successful conclusion.