Netizens didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and they were blindly coaxing one by one, and soon divided into two camps and started to bombard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou's team is basically dominated by his fans, mostly female book friends.

There are everyone on Wang Zishuai's side, some are coaxing, some are moved by his poems, and his classmates and teachers are also violent.

"Come on, Pippi, we're optimistic about you."

"Yes, that is, teach him a good lesson, teach him how to write poetry."

"Teacher, go and see, Mu Lao is a referee on the Internet, what? It's just two newcomers who want to fight poetry. ”

"How could Mu Lao go to be a referee for a newcomer, his old man doesn't join in this fun."

"I'll go check it out first."

On the Internet, in reality, it will soon be overcrowded with one spread of ten, and ten of ten spread of hundreds.

Xiao Li of the Niangdu network department has been staring at the big screen, and at this moment, the army has suddenly changed, and the number of people is rising, and of course the traffic is also rising, a brain? No.,Usually not like this.,In the middle of doubt.,The server became a red alert.。

I took a big jump and immediately called the department manager.

At this time, the manager had just come home from work, and the phone rang, and when he saw that it was opened by his own department, he answered the phone without much thought.

"Hey, manager, the server is exploding, the server is exploding." Panicked and said it loudly twice in a row.

The manager chuckled in his heart and asked, "What's wrong with Xiao Li?" ”

"It's the literary master Mu Lao, he is a judge for others, there are two people fighting poetry, there are too many people watching the game, and the server is about to explode."

"Okay, haha, quickly turn on the spare servers, I'll be back soon."

Manager Zhao Yunpeng was so excited, there has never been such a thing since the establishment of Niangdu, can you not be excited?

There are several colleges across the country, and the Writers' Association are paying attention to this matter, just like the live broadcast of the TV station, this is the first time such a thing has happened, so naturally we have to see the excitement, and everyone has different mentalities.

After ten minutes, everything was ready.

Mu Lao said: "Okay, everyone be quiet, let's start now." ”

At this time, Zhou Papi was a little drumming in his heart, and he had never encountered this formation before. On the other hand, Wang Zishuai is much more relaxed, except for a little nervous at the beginning, everything else is fine, he is standing on the shoulders of the giant of the earth, and he can still be afraid of him.

"Hmmm! Then our first poem will be titled "Spring". ”

When I heard that this topic was Zhou Papile, I just finished writing a poem a while ago, which was titled "Spring", and when I thought of this, I crackled on the computer.

Looking at Wang Zishuai again, he is a little embarrassed, he knows so many poems that write "Spring", which one to choose, a little entangled.

Netizens saw Wang Zishuai's face full of confusion and contemplation. I thought to myself, "No, it's going to be stumped, hey, there's no good show to watch now." ”

Zhou Papi's fans were happy, "Sample, I still want to be with this level, my Pipibi, wait for the injury." ”

When Zhou's poem was uploaded to the Internet, everyone looked at it, yes, this poetry is good, and the realm can also be. is worthy of being a popular writer, there are goods.

Mu Lao also nodded when he saw it, although the artistic conception was almost good, it was also quite good.

Wang Zishuai glanced at it and thought, "You are a cow, you can't write your own skills, but I will copy it, see how I snap." ”

Once you've made up your mind, it's time to start typing on the keyboard.

"Look, I'm starting to write."

"Well, I just don't know how the level is?"

"Be worthy of spring!"

The screen shows:

Spring Dawn

Spring sleep is not aware,

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How much do you know about the flowers?

This is a poem that Lao Meng was very good on the earth in his previous life, which is not available in this world.

"You look amazing, huh?"

"Yes, yes, start voting, and we'll see what Elder Mu says."

"That's it, Elder Mu will definitely appreciate it later."

So, everyone split into two camps and began voting.

When I saw this poem, I thought about it, although he was more arrogant and liked to hype, but he was also a master of real talent, although the writing was not particularly good, but the ability to appreciate good poetry was there.

"Hey, I lost this question." This guy is also a bachelor, and he didn't wait for the results to come out, so he directly admitted defeat.

"I'm disappointed everyone, the first question, I lost."

This made Wang Zishuai admire it in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at it a little higher.

Suddenly, the Internet began to be lively again, and he praised Wang Zishuai fiercely, what kind of young genius, he wants his children to learn from others............

The academic school is also excited, and they are all sighing, this poem is awesome!

"This kid, yes, the poems are also well written, take a look at it again, if you are really talented, we can also consider special recruitment."

"Well, that's fine, it's up to him to do next."

"Hehe, let's play well, others can too!"

"That's the same, those old guys aren't fuel-efficient lamps, let's see, we can start in advance, let people call Nanhua No. 1 Middle School, and investigate how this kid's results are?"

As I said earlier, such a scene has indeed played out in several colleges.

"Okay, the voting results have come out, and Wang Zishuai has more votes." At this time, Mu Lao said.

"Next, let's appreciate the poems of these two classmates together."

Everyone was silent, and sat in front of the computer and listened carefully.

"Let's take a look at Zhou Papi's poems first............ Well, it's good all in all, and I hope to keep up the good work. ”

"Thank you, teacher." Zhou Papi hurriedly returned.

"Let's take a look at Wang Zishuai's "Spring Dawn" again."

"In the spring, snooze and unconsciously dawn,

It was the chirping bird that disturbed my restful sleep.

The sound of wind and rain last night continued,

I don't know how much the delicate spring flowers have been blown off? ”

The verses are very beautiful, especially - "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere." ”

"Spring Dawn" Spring is beautiful, with intoxicating floral fragrance and charming scenery. But what moved the poet more was the noisy sound of spring. When the poet wakes up from spring sleep, the first thing he hears is the cry of a bird. The fresh and tactful, rising and falling, distant and distant birdsong that can be heard "everywhere", is the joy that spring brings to the poet. At the same time, a spring rain last night made the author even more obsessed.

In that quiet spring night, the spring rain sprinkled one after another will give people a dream-like imagination, and how fresh and beautiful the spring morning after the red and green rain should be. In this way, the poet uses the most simple language to describe a natural and beautiful world for people, and it is like a clear spring flowing into people's hearts, refreshing people's hearts and making people intoxicated.

"Spring Dawn" shows people a picture of spring in the early morning after the rain. It may seem plain, but it has a lot of charm. Don't write about flowers, don't write about fragrance and intoxication, just use a few strokes to outline the strong spring feeling of that inadvertent moment. The poet cherishes the spring from the joy of spring, and loves the spring with cherishing the spring, which is concise and sincere. From the "sound of wind and rain at night", we can imagine the splendid spring light of the warbler singing and dancing and the flowers blooming. ”

"Wow, it feels so beautiful to hear such an appreciation, I feel like I'm in a painting."

"yes, yes, I think so too."

…………

At this time, Mu Lao said again: "Okay, this is my personal opinion. ”

"Now I ask the two students to get ready, my topic is "Snow", please write a poem by yourself."

"It's summer, and the teacher is very tricky about the questions."

"Well, it depends on the usual accumulation."

"Guess who's going to win this game?"

"That's still a guess, this game should be won by my Pippi, it was just that kid's luck just now."

"Yes, it's our family Pippi who let him, and I don't want others to say that he is bullying the small."

"It's hard to say, let's take a look first."

At this time, in the discussion of netizens, Wang Zishuai and Zhou Papi began to think.

After a while, Wang Zishuai suddenly smiled mysteriously and began to write.

"Look, the genius boy started writing, and he conceived it so quickly."

"yes, I just don't know how it's written!"

"I think it's okay, the first one is pretty good."

Just as everyone was guessing, eight big words popped up on the screen.

Everyone, look at it: this is going to heaven!