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At this time, everyone fell, and some could barely sit and watch.

Looking at Wang Zishuai's calm face again, even the old guys in the literary world were a little uncalm at this time, and they just cultivated and endured it, but the students next to them were uncomfortable, their faces were flushed, and their shoulders were shaking, as if the lamb was about to have a crazy attack, and they couldn't help it.

Wang Zishuai slowly typed out eight more words, and everyone cheered up and looked at it, and knelt down completely.

"Damn, what are you going to do?"

"I can't stand you, really, I'm watching on my knees now."

"yes, Ma Ma asked me why I was kneeling to surf the Internet, and I was speechless."

This time he really knelt, even Mu Lao couldn't help it, his beard was cocked, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Hey, is it a ghost messenger or a whim today, presiding over the fighting poems of these two babies, but unexpectedly, the fame of a lifetime is going to be ruined here, and now those old guys are laughing to death." ”

The old guys in front of the computer have all sprayed tea on the computer, not to mention the students, who are already laughing! The three views of these old guys were completely ruined by these three poems, can Nima's poems still be written like this?

"Hey, I can't laugh anymore, who's going to save me?"

"Haha, brother is good, sure enough, the lewd song is so wet, they are all in the same way, and they will become fans in the future."

"Yes, it's indeed my Taoist, praise one."

At this time, Mr. Wang, who was Wang Zishuai's homeroom teacher, was like Dongfang Undefeated, he laughed without an image, if the students of the school saw it, the eyeballs might be able to fall to the ground, this is still Teacher Wang, who is famous for exterminating the teacher.

Seeing Wang Zishuai's serious face again, this comparison is simply miserable! Hey, the good boy in his class, how can he be like this? Very speechless.

Seeing this, Zhou Papi smiled happily, this game is finally going to get back a city.

Seeing the three lines of poetry lying quietly on the screen, everyone began to urge: You will write it then, and we are still waiting to enjoy the masterpiece?

The bitterness in Mu Lao's heart, child, you must not play like this again!

"Singing Snow"

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nine slices, ten slices, eleven slices,

Just three lines of poetry were motionless there, and Wang Zishuai didn't move, with a pensive look, and everyone was speechless.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, let's let Lao Wet write first, and then I'll think about it."

Zhou Papi is speechless, you have to say it then! This guy has been writing it a long time ago and is waiting for this sentence, and it will be knocked out with a snap, and it looks like a sasser, haha can finally get a city back.

"Look, my Pippi, how good this wet writing is. Unlike some people, pewter heads"

"That's just me, I'll just say that my Pippi first asked him to do it."

Wang Zishuai smiled as soon as he saw the poem of peeling the skin, it was so dangerous, he almost overdid it, and he must not play like this again in the future.

In fact, there is still such a folk tale in this poem: it is said that Mr. Qianlong loves to write poems very much, and he has written as many as 30,000 or 40,000 in his life. Together, there are more than Tang poems and Song poems.

One day, Boss Qianlong invited a group of his subordinates to play in West Lake. It's the cold winter season, and the snow is fluttering!

When the boss of Qianlong saw the scene of the heavy snow flying, so, the big boss was poetic again, looking at the goose feathers flying snow, shaking his head and making such a poem, the first sentence at the beginning was: one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces.

This first sentence is okay, it should be the situation, isn't this exactly the situation where snowflakes are falling?

When Mr. Qianlong's subordinates heard this poem, they immediately patted their sycophants, and they all said that the level of their big boss at this time had reached a higher level, and they were simply poets. The poet is alive! It grasped the characteristics of snow at once, and expressed it smartly, and what is even more rare is that it leaves a lot of space for later writing.

Although Qianlong is a big boss, he is also very elegant, and he was slapped by his group of people in turn, and his heart had already drifted out of the clouds, so he took advantage of the inspiration and continued: five, six, seven, eight.

As soon as the second sentence came out, all the subordinates burst into tears, the previous sentence was okay, but this sentence was simply the thunder rolling in this winter!

What kind of trouble is this big boss going to make! But a big boss is a big boss, and who dares to say that the poem is bad, even if the writing is not good, you must say that it is good, otherwise you will be miserable, and it will be light to deduct two years' salary.

So a group of subordinates slapped again, saying that this poem was better, and wrote the majestic momentum of the heavy snow falling one after another. Purely based on numbers as a poem, the boss is the first person in ancient and modern times!

This sycophant, where can Mr. Qianlong stand it, he really thinks that he is the first person in ancient and modern times, and then he said: Nine pieces, ten pieces, and eleven pieces.

Such a poem that exploded the sky, and finally shook the hands and looked at each other, and they didn't even know how to shoot it.

: Nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, Nima, you can't be like this if you are a big boss, do you have to write next: 100 pieces, 100 pieces, 100 pieces, 100 pieces, 100 pieces!

At this time, the big boss seemed to realize his problem, and began to think about how to write the last sentence, do you really want to write one: thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces? That's not a good idea.

was struggling with a plan, Ji Xiaolan from the cultural department stood up and said, "The boss's poem is so good, how about letting me continue to be mink?" ”

Seeing that someone gave him the stairs, how could he disagree, so he agreed, so Ji Xiaolan picked it up: flew into the reed and disappeared.

is worthy of being the director of the Ministry of Culture, and only one sentence of poetry brings the unfinished project to a perfect end.

This poem as a whole is not very clever, but it can be counted from 123 to eleven, and then a slightly artistic conception of the poem, but it also seems to have another interest.

This poem "Yin Xue" has been passed down from here, but the boss is the boss, even if the finishing touch is from Ji Xiaolan's hand, but the final copyright still belongs to Mr. Qianlong.

There is no such record in the history books, if the students see it, they can't write poems during the exam are written by Mr. Qianlong, this is just a paragraph or a story. And the real author is Mr. Zheng Banqiao, one of the eight monsters of Yangzhou, and the name of the poem is "Yongxue".

Okay, let's get down to business, at this time, the Internet is hot. Mu Lao also made a pertinent evaluation of Zhou Papi's poems.

"This is the real skill of my Pippi, I just let someone else, you still don't believe it?"

"It's like, my Pippi is amazing."

…………

At this time, Wang Zishuai saw that the atmosphere was almost the same, so he knocked out the last sentence:

"I can't see the reeds when I fly in."

When this last sentence is written, it is like a stroke of genius, the whole poem is sublimated, and the artistic conception comes to the face, which is simply a divine turn!

Even the old pedant was shocked, and everyone couldn't laugh anymore, but Wang Zishuai laughed cheaply.

"Oh, you see, this thing looks so bad, I really want to give him two beatings."

"Ahhhh

"Shuaishuai, I'm going to give you a monkey."

"Damn, you sword man, handsome is from my family."

………………

"Okay, everyone, be quiet." At this time, Mu Lao spoke.

This poem, although it is not the best, but the writing technique in this is unexpected, the front is basically useless, but this last sentence has a divine turn and plays the role of the finishing touch. In my opinion, this poem is still won by Xiao Wang. ”

Mu Lao, like everyone else, was shocked by this poem and its writing technique, thought about it for a while, couldn't help but smile, and glanced at Wang Zishuai with great meaning.

said: "Little Wang children's shoes, have time to come to Kyoto, go around?" ”

This is something Wang Zishuai didn't expect, and hurriedly agreed: "I will definitely visit your old man's house after the college entrance examination." "What an honor!

Zhou Papi has mixed tastes in his heart, jealousy and envy! How is this kid so lucky?

"Mr. Wang has been taught today." Zhou Papi said, although he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't have a seizure, that would be too contemptible.

"Take! I will have the opportunity to learn from Mr. Zhou again in the future. ”

Talk to your sister, this time I was slapped in the face by you, do you want to have a next time? Dream it, but you can't say that, it's bitter in your heart!

"Definitely, there will be a chance to learn again."

"Everyone is gone, it's time for dinner." After Mu Lao finished speaking, he turned off his video screen.

As soon as Mu Lao left, Zhou Papi quickly went offline, it was too embarrassing today.

The prince is handsome and doesn't want to let go of such a good opportunity, so he has to wait to get more fans for himself!

"You can pay attention to my scarf, there will be surprises in the future!"

Watching his scarf fans rise and fall, not to mention how excited this product is, seeing that the prince is handsome and handsome, and the female fans are the most, they are all gossiping, and then there was a commotion on the Internet, and when I heard my mother shouting to eat, I got off the line.