"This question?"

Seeing the painting on the big screen, everyone thought about it. There are many paintings on this map, and it seems that there are many that can be written, but in fact, there is only one kind that can be written, and that is to continue the first one and continue to write about this student.

Otherwise, whether it is writing scenes or feelings, then it is all off-topic.

The title may seem simple, but it is full of pitfalls.

So at the scene, everyone fell into deep thought, not knowing what to write.

"It's too difficult, this picture feels a little more difficult than the first picture, the key is to connect with the first picture, that is to say, you still have to write a study poem, but you have to connect with this picture, and you have already written a study poem before, which is really difficult."

"It's just that the topic is really more difficult than the other, and this one actually has continuity, it's really too difficult."

"Actually, even if there is no continuity, it is already difficult. There seems to be everything in this painting, there are mountains, waters, birds and fish, but it is already difficult to grasp only one side and write it, and it is difficult to get home if you want to grasp it all, and you have to connect it with your studies. ”

"This is the Huaxia Poetry Association deliberately embarrassing Chen Ze, the second question is so difficult, this is not scientific."

On the Internet, after seeing the title of this second question, everyone also said one after another. They also tried it with the audience, and found that it was so difficult to get home that they couldn't write it at all.

On the judges' bench, Fu Weisheng had a smile on his face again, and this question was also what he thought. In fact, the first question was written by Chen Ze itself because he expected it, but he didn't expect Chen Ze to write it so quickly and so well.

But for this second question, Fu Weisheng felt that Chen Ze should not be able to write it. Or even if it is written, Fu Weisheng thinks it will definitely not be very good.

Because in this topic, he did bury a lot of traps, just like the speculation of netizens and the audience in front, the first is that it must be connected to the previous study theme, and it will definitely not work if there is no connection. The second is to include everything in the painting, if it is only written to a point, it is completely off-topic.

Therefore, Fu Weisheng felt that Chen Ze must have no choice this time, even if he wrote it, he could completely eliminate him.

He looked at Chen Ze and felt that his face must be very difficult and entangled at the moment, and he didn't know how to write. But after seeing Chen Ze, he was stunned again.

"Chen Ze, Chen Ze is writing again, my God, this time it's only been more than a minute, and he actually started writing again."

"God, I'm going crazy, what kind of person is Chen Ze, how can he write poems and lyrics so quickly."

"He is really a contemporary Cao Zhi, and he can become a poem in seven steps. No, it's not even seven steps away. ”

In the audience, after seeing Chen Ze's movements, the audience commented that they were shocked by Chen Ze again. Although they hadn't seen what Cao Zhi looked like in seven steps to become a poem, they all felt that even if it was Cao Zhi, they might only be able to do it to the point of Chen Ze.

"I don't believe it, you wrote so fast, and you can write so well this time." On the judges' bench, Fu Weisheng gritted his teeth and said. He didn't believe that Chen Ze could write twice in a row, both quickly and well, especially on the second topic that was much more difficult than the first.

In the look of surprise and admiration of everyone, Chen Ze stopped writing again and finished writing the second poem. At this moment, he had a smile on his face: "Host, I've written it." ”

"Ah, okay, okay." Ma Yong was stunned this time, and his heart was extremely shocked, and after hearing Chen Ze's words, he reacted: "Okay, then please ask Mr. Chen Ze to read out the poems you wrote." ”

Chen Ze nodded, took the microphone again, and spoke to everyone:

"In the cold autumn of independence, the river goes north, and the orange island is headed."

"It's a word, this time Chen Ze made a word."

Hearing the first two sentences, everyone immediately understood, unlike the previous poem, Chen Ze wrote words this time.

And Fu Weisheng, after hearing what Chen Ze wrote, showed a smile of surprise on his face. If it is a word, it is very difficult to continue the artistic conception of the first poem. Fu Weisheng felt that it was not good, Chen Ze did not understand the meaning of this topic at all, and walked directly into his own trap.

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

"Good words, good writing!"

Hearing Chen Ze's words, someone immediately shouted. Originally, everyone had a headache, and there were so many scenes in the painting that they didn't even know which ones should be selected and which ones should not be used.

Who knows, Chen Ze's simple series not only includes all the scenes and things, but also vividly, close your eyes and don't look at this painting, just hear Chen Ze's voice, the scene in the painting is immediately presented in everyone's minds.

"The pen is too strong."

Everyone couldn't help but admire, so lightly wrote all the scenery into it, and wrote it so vividly, this pen power is really too strong.

And Fu Weisheng, when he heard this paragraph, his expression was a little ugly. He found that it was different from what he imagined, Chen Ze didn't seem to have stepped into the trap he set, and he actually wrote the sentence of the scene so well, which was once again beyond his expectations.

"What's the use of writing a good scene, if it is not related to the first painting, no matter how well the scene is written, it is not qualified." Fu Weisheng muttered to himself, not knowing if he was comforting himself like this, or if he really thought like this.

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

Chen Ze spoke, and his voice gradually changed from small to loud, reaching everyone's ears.

"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. ”

With Chen Ze's voice, these words were also deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone at the scene. Everyone was shocked by Chen Ze's poem, and they all heard the meaning of pointing out the country and the wealth of the dung in the poem.

"Okay, these sentences are so well written. Just a classmate is a young man, and the dung is ten thousand households back then. With just these two sentences, this poem is enough to go down in history. ”

Chen Ze's poem is written so well, it perfectly writes the image of a student who is studying abroad, has academic success, is full of infinite longing for the future, and regards money as dung, which will echo the first poem. Perfect, just too perfect. ”

"If the first one can only survive today, then I have no doubt that this one will last for thousands of years. The momentum inside is really well written, how did Chen Ze write it, this invincible momentum is not something that can be written casually, it is really well written. ”

In the audience, all the audience were shocked by Chen Ze's second poem. They all felt that if the first poem could be considered a classic, then the second poem would be a masterpiece, the kind that people would still appreciate and learn from a thousand or two thousand years later.

And this kind of word was able to see his birth on the spot, and when Chen Ze personally practiced him, everyone felt so happy.

There are also some fans of Chen Ze who heard another meaning from this song. When the Huaxia Poetry Association poured dirty water on him before, there was one thing that Chen Ze held a grudge because he didn't win a single award.

And Chen Ze's poem is not only talking about those students in painting, but also about himself. I even regard Wanhu Hou as dung, and I don't care about my false name.

Chen Ze's fans all know that this poem was written to Fu Weisheng of the Huaxia Poetry Association, and they all looked at Fu Weisheng, wanting to see Fu Weisheng's expression and see what his response was.

Sure enough, after Fu Weisheng heard this poem, his face was ugly, and he obviously understood the meaning of Chen Ze's words.

"Have you ever remembered, hit the water in the middle stream, and the waves curb the flying boat!"

Chen Ze smiled and read out the whole poem. Then he looked at Fu Weisheng on the judges' seat, and seemed to have a hint of provocation: "This topic is too simple, is there anything more difficult." (To be continued.) )