"Damn, Chen Ze is a contemporary Cao Zhi, writing poems so fast."

"I'm not mistaken, it seems that he started writing about this topic as soon as it came out, this is a little too bullish."

"It's really a contemporary Cao Zhi, how can he write so quickly."

"Crazy, crazy, Chen Ze actually wrote so fast, I haven't even thought about the meaning of this picture, he actually has a poem."

In front of the TV, netizens who saw this scene were completely stunned, they all knew that this topic was very difficult, and they were still worried about whether Chen Ze could write a poem and whether he would hang up on the first one.

Who knew that this idea hadn't been thought out yet, so Chen Ze actually started writing directly.

This, in the past, netizens always liked to call him contemporary Cao Zhi because Chen Ze's poems were written quickly and very well, but no one in their hearts really compared Chen Ze and Cao Zhi, it was just for fun.

Who knows, who knows that Chen Ze actually wrote a poem so quickly, he, he is really a contemporary Cao Zhi, this is a little too perverted.

In the TV, the audience at the scene, like the audience in front of the TV, were frightened by Chen Ze's speed, and they were all dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Jingning and Qin Lan looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes, and they didn't expect Chen Ze to write so quickly.

"It's written so fast, if you just talk about speed, I'm afraid the quality is not very good."

On the judges' bench, Fu Weisheng said in a low voice. After the initial surprise, he quickly regained his senses. In his opinion, since Chen Ze has increased his speed, he must have lowered the quality of his poems.

Written so quickly, there is no doubt that it is garbage poetry.

But the more Chen Ze is like this, the happier Fu Weisheng becomes. He was originally afraid that Chen Ze would really come up with some very classic poems, but now that Chen Ze is like this, it is simply supporting his statement, and what he writes is all garbage poems.

Therefore, Fu Weisheng was very happy, and he wished that Chen Ze would read out the poem he wrote earlier, and sit down to death the name of his garbage poem.

"I've got it written."

Under everyone's attention, Chen Ze wrote this one, and then said to the host. The host only reacted at this time, he had hosted the show for so long, and it was the first time he had seen someone so fast.

Considering that the difficulty of Chen Ze's question is much greater than that of the previous contestants, then Chen Ze's level host feels that it is probably a little unimaginable.

"Okay." The host nodded hurriedly, "It's worthy of Mr. Chen Ze, I didn't expect it to be written so quickly." ”

Chen Ze smiled slightly, didn't say anything, then stood up, faced everyone, took the microphone in his hand, and read out the poem he wrote:

"The child is determined to go out of the country,"

Hearing this first sentence, everyone's eyes immediately lit up, although the first sentence looked ordinary, but it expressed the demeanor of the child in the picture on the big screen very expressively.

"If you can't learn to be famous, you vow not to pay it back."

"Okay!"

Hearing this sentence, some people couldn't help but shout, this sentence depicts the children's determined mood in the picture, and everyone thinks it is very well written.

"Why bury bones."

Chen Ze said, he looked up at everyone, and his voice gradually became louder.

"Life is everywhere!"

"Good!"

Hearing the last two sentences, many people at the scene cheered. In addition to Chen Ze's fans, there are many poetry lovers who may not have the ability to compose poetry, but their ability to appreciate poetry is very good.

Chen Ze's sentence 'burying bones in the ground, life is everywhere green mountains' is really well written in their opinion, it is simply the finishing touch, completely sublimating the first two sentences.

If the first two sentences are just a simple description of a wanderer's heart to study, then the last two sentences are a complete sublimation of this wanderer, transforming him from an ordinary wanderer to a literati who can fight all his life for knowledge and truth, regardless of life and death.

And this life is everywhere, Qingshan is very optimistic and open-minded, and full of pride, so that all those who heard this immediately rose in their hearts with admiration, admiration and even admiration.

Everyone at the scene looked at Chen Ze, with a look of reverence in their eyes.

Writing such a poem in such a short time, everyone felt that Chen Ze was too powerful.

"It's amazing, Chen Ze is really amazing."

"He's really Cao Zhi, he actually writes fast and well, it's amazing."

"Oh my God, I was still worried about him just now, who knew that he had already written it, and it was written so quickly, is this still human?"

In front of the TV, the people who watched the live broadcast also said one after another, and they couldn't believe their eyes and ears, they really admired Chen Ze too much.

"Chen Ze, Mr. Chen Ze, this poem of yours is really good." On the stage, the host Ma Yong also spoke, looking at Chen Ze with the same admiration, feeling that Chen Ze was too powerful, even a little beyond his imagination.

"Come, let's comment on the question, Mr. Fu Weisheng, and see what he thinks of this poem." The host, Ma Yong, spoke again.

At this time, everyone looked at Fu Weisheng, and the camera also turned to him, only to find that his face also showed infinite surprise.

That's right, Fu Weisheng never expected that Chen Zeshi would write so quickly, so the quality must not be good.

Who knew that he actually wrote such a good poem, although it couldn't compare to the poems he wrote himself, but considering that it was written in such a short time, Fu Weisheng himself was surprised by Chen Ze's talent, and he found that it seemed that he had always underestimated Chen Ze in the past.

After noticing that everyone was looking at him, Fu Weisheng hurriedly put away the surprise on his face.

"What the hell should I say?"

Fu Weisheng began to think about this, the poem written by Chen Ze is undoubtedly a good poem, very good, at least in this era, I am afraid that no one else can write it.

But I can't praise him. If you praise him, won't it be a slap in the face, and the harder you praise, the more fierce the beating.

All Fu Weisheng was entangled and didn't know how to comment.

"It's okay to write, and the last sentence is sublimated well." In the end, Fu Weisheng said helplessly, Chen Ze's poem exceeded his expectations, there was no way, he had to praise a few sentences, otherwise he would not be able to get off the stage.

However, although Fu Weisheng just brushed it off and praised it twice, it made the scene directly burst into cheers. Many people know that Fu Weisheng is a member of the Huaxia Poetry Association, that is, the person who wants to suppress Chen Ze this time.

Now even he has to praise two sentences, so it can be proved that the poem is indeed very well written. Therefore, Chen Ze's fans were happy and cheered loudly.

Among them, the happiest are the two people sitting in the front row, Zhang Jingning and Qin Lan!

"Hahaha, congratulations to Mr. Chen Ze, you played perfectly in the first level of the first link and cleared the customs perfectly." The host Ma Yongdao congratulated Chen Ze with a smile.

Chen Ze just smiled and didn't respond. He felt that there was nothing to be happy about now, and it would be time to be happy when he had cleared all the customs.

However, seeing Fu Weisheng, the representative of the Chinese Poetry Association, so deflated, Chen Ze was also very happy and relieved.

"Okay, the following is the second level of the first link, which is also a poem based on pictures." The host Ma Yongdao, with his words, the second picture appeared on the big screen.

It's the same ink painting, and it's still the child who went to school. However, at this time, he was obviously a few years older, and his face showed a hint of grandeur. In the picture, he is dressed in the clothes of a scholar and stands in front of a large river, where birds fly and fish swim in the water.

It's clear that this is a continuous painting, the first one is when he went out to study, and the second one is when he wants to do something big.

"It's still the same as before, write a poem or a poem based on the scene in this painting." The host Ma Yong spoke. (To be continued.) )