"Modern poetry?"

Hearing Fu Weisheng's words, all the audience at the scene were stunned. In the first two levels, there is no difference between modern and ancient poems, as long as you can write poems, why did such a restriction suddenly appear in this third level.

Many viewers who have watched "Good Poetry of China" before also don't know what's going on, the original intention of "Good Poetry of China" is to encourage Chinese people to write more poems and lyrics, and even wish they could write ancient poems, how could they design a rule that only allows modern poems to be written.

"I know, it must be Fu Weisheng and the other three people from the Chinese Poetry Association who know that Chen Ze is not very good at modern people, so they came up with this topic, and they must have changed this point when they changed the topic." An audience member came to his senses and spoke.

This audience is a fan of Chen Ze and likes Chen Ze's poems very much. He also has an understanding of Chen Ze's poems, most of which are ancient poems, and there are very few modern poems. Therefore, he also thinks that Chen Ze is probably a shortcoming in modern poetry, and Fu Weisheng and they came up with this rule, obviously taking advantage of this shortcoming.

"That's the case, the people of their Huaxia Poetry Association are too shameless."

"Yes, changing the rules again, and coming up with such strange rules, this is obviously deliberately targeting Chen Ze to suppress him."

"Drunk, no matter what happens to Chen Zebiao in this link, I will definitely no longer pay attention to the news of the Huaxia Poetry Association in the future, it is really shameless."

"Anla, it's not the first time, now the expression of the people of the Huaxia Poetry Association is that I am so shameless, and I have the ability to beat me!"

Hearing that person's words, all the audience at the scene immediately understood Fu Weisheng's sinister intentions, and scolded them one by one, feeling that they were really too shameless.

Qin Lan and Zhang Jingning looked worried and looked at Chen Ze on the stage. I saw that Chen Ze was surrounded by these four pieces of rice paper, and after hearing Fu Weisheng's words, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"No problem." Chen Zedao doesn't seem to care about the condition of modern poetry at all.

"Okay, it's worthy of Chen Ze." Hearing Chen Ze's words, Fu Weisheng said with a smile, "This third link is much simpler and less difficult than ancient poems, so the time must be less, so the four questions on our four rice papers must be answered within five minutes, so that we can be regarded as passing." ”

With his words, the four of them took off the paper covered on the rice paper, and then the title written on the four pieces of rice paper appeared in front of Chen Ze.

The camera took pictures of all four pieces of rice paper and printed them on the big screen, and through the big screen, everyone saw the four titles.

"Rainy day, literary dream, a qiē, anti-war poem! What are these topics? ”

The audience was already taken aback by Fu Weisheng's statement that he would answer all four questions in five minutes, and answer four questions in five minutes, and it is also a modern poem that Chen Ze is not good at at all, which is impossible to think.

As a result, suddenly four questions appeared on the big screen, and the four questions were placed around Chen Ze. Everyone felt that if it was themselves, they would be surrounded by such four questions, and they would be dizzy, and how could they still have the strength to answer the questions.

This qiē and qiē are added together, and everyone feels that this third link is really too unfavorable for Chen Ze, and if it is not good, Chen Ze will really be planted in the third link.

The audience didn't see the topic clearly, and they all felt that Chen Ze's third link was not easy, and they couldn't even get through.

Fu Weisheng heard everyone's discussion, looked at Chen Ze who was standing in the middle, and a smile appeared on his face. In fact, he can put these four questions on the big screen or on a piece of paper like the previous ones, and let Chen Ze answer them one by one.

But Fu Weisheng felt that in that case, I am afraid that he would enter Chen Ze's rhythm again. He deliberately designed to surround Chen Ze on all sides, so that Chen Ze felt oppressed in his heart.

Coupled with modern poems, there is a time limit of five minutes, all of which are unfavorable conditions for Chen Ze. With so many conditions added together, Fu Weisheng really didn't believe it, and Chen Ze was really able to get through this third link.

"Where do you need five minutes?"

At this moment, Chen Ze spoke, and he moved. Holding the pen, I walked to the first piece of rice paper, and the title was printed on the rice paper, and the title was just two words, rainy day.

This topic does not seem to be difficult, and it is similar to the second part, which is a proposition poem. But because the genre is limited to modern poetry, the person who came up with the question feels that the difficulty is definitely higher than the second level, and Chen Ze can't even write his own topic.

Therefore, after seeing Chen Ze coming over, a smile appeared on his face. Immediately, though, his smile froze on his face. He saw that after Chen Ze came over, he didn't pause at all, and began to write poems on rice paper with a pen.

"How is that possible!"

This person was shocked, he estimated that Chen Ze was not good at modern poetry, how could he write poems so quickly, even faster than when he was just ancient poetry.

Not only him, but all the audience at the scene were also shocked after seeing Chen Ze's movements. They all thought that Chen Ze was not good at modern poetry, but who knew that he was slapped in the face by Chen Ze again. Everyone wants to know what kind of modern poems Chen Ze will write.

The camera filmed Chen Ze's poem and projected it onto the big screen.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A lilac-like,

A girl with sorrow! ”

"Okay, I didn't expect Chen Ze to be able to write such poems."

"Yes, I always thought that Chen Ze was not very good at modern poetry, and even if he could, it would definitely be the same as the ancient poems he wrote, which were majestic and earth-shattering. Who knew that he could write such beautiful and subtle modern poems. ”

"Slap in the face, slapped in the face, slapped in the face again, I really can't imagine that Chen Ze can really write this kind of poem. It's so talented to be both majestic and tactful. ”

Looking at Chen Ze's modern poems, everyone was constantly amazed. Originally, everyone thought that Chen Ze couldn't write modern poetry, and even if he could, it must be the same as his ancient poems, all of which were magnificent. Who knew that as soon as this modern poem came out, it was completely different from Chen Ze's previous poems, without the previous majestic in it, but it was very delicate, and there was another beauty that was different from the previous poems.

Both of these beauties are very good. But it was actually concentrated on one person, which was really amazing to everyone.

"Chen Ze is really amazing." Finally, the thought came to the minds of the people, and they repeated the truth that they had already known ten thousand times.

"In the lamentation of the rain,

Faded her color,

Scattering her fragrance,

dissipated, even her breath-like eyes,

Lilac-like melancholy

・・・・・・“

Chen Ze stopped writing the first poem on rice paper.

Seeing this complete poem, everyone was even more amazed, and even immersed themselves in this poem, this lilac-like girl. Everyone thinks that Chen Ze's poem is too well written, using rainy days and rainy alleys as a metaphor for a lilac-like girl, and the poignant and sad feelings are simply vividly expressed.

It is really unimaginable that a person who writes and asks the vast earth, who is the lord of the ups and downs, can still write such verses!

But before they could reply, Chen Ze walked to the second picture again, and just like the first one, he didn't even pause, and immediately began to write.

"This, this, how is this possible."

The audience at the scene and the person who came up with the question were stunned, everyone didn't expect Chen Ze to be so fast, too fast, too fast. It's incredible that even modern poems are so fast, without thinking at all, and immediately after writing one poem, they come to the next one.

Everyone remembered that the title of this second painting was Literary Dream, and everyone wanted to know what poems Chen Ze would write on this second piece of rice paper.

The camera focuses on the second piece of rice paper, and with Chen Ze's movements, the second poem written by Chen Ze is projected onto the screen.

"At that time, we had dreams,

About literature, about love,

About a trip through the world.

Nowadays we drink late at night,

Cups touch together,

It's all the sound of broken dreams! (To be continued.) )