"Audience friends, welcome everyone to watch our program "Chinese Good Poetry" at the same time every week, I am the host Ma Yong."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the same sentence sounded on the TVs and computers of thousands of households, and they were all tuned to Yanjing TV.

"In this issue, we are honored to invite Chen Ze, a singer who is currently famous in China, and let us welcome Chen Ze with applause." Host Ma Yong continued.

With his words, the audience burst into applause. The two people sitting in the front row applauded the most, and it was Zhang Jingning and Qin Lan who accompanied Chen Ze to record the show.

In this burst of applause, Chen Ze walked out.

"Chen Ze is out, the show has finally started, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Me too, I've been switching the TV to Yanjing TV since six o'clock in the afternoon, just because I'm afraid that the show won't start in advance, and now it's finally here."

"Chen Ze is finally coming out, come on Chen Ze, you must slap the faces of those guys in the Huaxia Poetry Association."

"That's it, come on, Chen Ze."

The program of Huaxia Good Poetry naturally has its live broadcast posts in major forums, especially this issue of Chen Ze, which is the much-anticipated Chen Ze. Countless netizens gathered in these live posts, ready to watch TV while discussing the show with others.

Now after seeing Chen Ze coming out on TV, they began to cheer for Chen Ze.

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Ze." Facing the camera, Chen Ze said hello. This greeting naturally caused cheers from everyone and netizens at the scene.

"Okay, then let's invite Chen Ze to take a seat." The host Ma Yong said, and Chen Ze followed his words and sat down on a large seat in the center of the stage, in front of which was a microphone, a brush and a stack of papers.

Every time after the topic is finished, the contestants who participate in the show have to write the poems they come up with on paper, and then read them out through the microphone, this is the process of a good Chinese poetry program, and Chen Ze also knows it.

"Okay, let's introduce today's questioner again. Today's author is also amazing, he is the director of our Chinese good poetry program group, and he is also the predecessor of the Chinese literary circle, Mr. Fu Weisheng, let us applaud and welcome Mr. Fu Weisheng. The host Ma Yong spoke.

With his words, the camera showed an old man in his fifties, this old man had half-white and half-black hair, but his eyes were bright, and he looked shrewd and capable, it was Fu Weisheng, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Generally, there will indeed be a question maker for good Chinese poetry programs, and this question maker is a great poet today, and there will be a comment on the contestant's answer after the contestant finishes answering.

But generally it will not be Fu Weisheng who attends, just some young people with relatively young qualifications. But this time is different, this time it is Chen Ze, Fu Weisheng wants to beat Chen Ze into hell with his own hands, so he chose himself to be the questioner.

Of course, when the host introduced him, he also played a small trick to get the host not to say his most important identity, the senior management of the Huaxia Poetry Association, so as not to immediately make the audience have bad associations.

However, although he did this, there were still many audiences who knew that he was a member of the Huaxia Poetry Association, so the applause at the scene was not enthusiastic, and many did not applaud directly.

For example, two people like Zhang Jingning and Qin Lan didn't applaud, but just looked at Fu Weisheng with some concern. Fu Weisheng didn't care about this, took the microphone and said hello to everyone and sat back.

Chen Ze sat in his place and glanced at Fu Weisheng. He had already guessed that it would definitely be someone from the Huaxia Poetry Association who would be the author of the question today, but he didn't expect that it would be such a heavyweight directly.

Fu Weisheng is a big bull in today's Chinese literary world. Although it is not as good as those top bulls, it is also very powerful.

But the more this is the case, the happier Chen Ze becomes. If it is replaced by an ordinary unknown questioner, it may be completely shameless, and black and white will be directly reversed in front of so many audiences at the scene and in front of the TV. But Fu Weisheng, how can he also save face, he will definitely not be able to do this kind of thing.

In that case, the last trace of doubt will be gone. Fu Weisheng's ability to make ghosts is in these topics. And this, Chen Ze is the most fearless.

is the same as Chen Ze thought, Fu Weisheng did not directly reverse black and white, Chen Ze obviously wrote a good poem, but he just said that he planned to write garbage, after all, he was indeed ready to save face. However, it was a little different from what Chen Ze thought, he didn't think that Chen Ze could solve his problem so easily.

"Okay, let's introduce today's session. Today is divided into three links, each link after Chen Ze finished composing poems, commented by our teacher Fu Weisheng, until Chen Ze could not write poems. The host Ma Yong spoke, "Okay, let's talk about the first part." First of all, the first question of the first session! ”

With Ma Yong's words, an ink painting immediately appeared on the big screen at the scene. In this ink painting, a child no more than 12 years old in ancient costume walks into the distance step by step with a schoolbag on his back and sweat on his face.

The ink painting is also followed by three big characters: Study Picture!

"This is a picture of studying, drawing the deeds of our ancient children studying. We all know that our ancient study atmosphere is very strong, many great literati have done such a thing when they were young, carrying their bags and going out to study alone, our first question is to write a poem or words on the spot around this painting. The host Ma Yong opened his mouth to explain, explaining the meaning of the first picture and what the first question was.

"Wow, this kind of topic, it didn't seem to be this kind of topic before."

"yes, this topic is too difficult, I remember not this kind of topic before."

"It's just a complete embarrassment, this kind of topic should be regarded as writing poetry, it's too difficult."

After hearing the host's words, the scene was in an uproar, these audiences had all seen "Good Chinese Poetry" before, and the previous link was not like this at all, just to give some of the simplest and easiest things to compose poems for the contestants, how can there be any such thing as looking at pictures to compose poems, and what kind of ancient poems to write, the more restrictions there are, the greater the difficulty. This first question is inevitably a little too difficult.

Generally, the questions are more difficult the further you go, and this first question is so difficult that everyone thinks that the later questions are a little unimaginable.

Zhang Jingning and Qin Lan, after listening to the topic, immediately wrote a poem in their hearts, trying to see how difficult the topic was. One of them can also write songs and lyrics by themselves, and the other is also a top student of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, which is much better than ordinary people in this regard, but they have no clue at the moment, especially the environment around them is so noisy, they can't even write a word.

found that it was so difficult, and the eyes of the two showed even more anxiety.

"Haha, I found it difficult, my show is not so good."

On the judges' seat, Fu Weisheng smiled, this topic was his idea, and he also knew the difficulty of this topic. Especially in such a noisy environment now, it is too difficult to write a good poem, Fu Weisheng asked himself this question, it is difficult for him to write a poem under such conditions, even if it is only a very complete poem, let alone a good poem.

He picked up the teacup on the table and wanted to take a sip of tea. The program stipulates that it must be written within ten minutes, and now that less than a minute has passed, Fu Weisheng feels that Chen Ze must not have even thought of a sentence.

"It's moving, Chen Ze began to write."

"My God, Chen Ze has actually started to write, it's not even a minute."

"How did he do it so quickly?"

At this moment, the audience let out a burst of exclamation, and when Fu Weisheng heard this voice, he choked directly on a mouthful of water and coughed out loudly. But he didn't have the heart to choke on this, he coughed loudly and looked at the center of the stage.

I saw that Chen Ze, who was sitting in the center, was already holding a brush and began to dance. At this point, less than a minute had passed.

"So fast? How can it be! (To be continued.) )