In the audience, Wu Bin snorted coldly: "Dare to make an axe in front of several traditional literary writers, it is simply humiliating." ”

Mu Ke glared at Wu Bin and said coldly: "If you don't speak, no one treats you as a dumb person." ”

Zhang Mo and Yu Lei saw Xia Xing in the trap, and a smug smile appeared on their faces.

They had even concluded that this time, Xia Xing would definitely make a fool of himself and be ruined.

The atmosphere of the whole venue instantly became a little solemn, some people were worried, and some people gloated.

Xia Xing stood on the stage, and below him was the black oppressive audience.

However, Xia Xing was not nervous at all, and his face was full of confidence.

Zhu Huawen pondered for a moment and said: "Xia Xing, don't say that I bullied you, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, you can write a poem with the moon as the theme." ”

Hearing Zhu Huawen's words, several experts with deep literary attainments frowned.

It may seem like a simple topic about the month, but it's actually very difficult.

Because there are too many moon-themed poems, they have already been written badly, and it is too difficult to be brilliant.

Many viewers feel that Zhu Huawen has come up with a simple question for Xia Xing, but professionals understand that this topic is quite difficult.

Hearing this question, the corners of Xia Xing's mouth raised slightly.

"Don't you look down on me?"

"Didn't you say I had no literary attainment?"

"Don't you think you're the elite literature?"

Today I will teach you a good lesson, so that you know what is the real elite literature.

Yang Weiwei looked at Xia Xing with a worried face, and also said on the side: "Mr. Xia, I can give you ten minutes to think about how to write this poem first." ”

"Miss Weiwei, just now you said that I would send you a song, right?" Xia Xing said suddenly.

Yang Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and scolded in her heart, you idiot, I'm buying you time to write poems as you want, and you actually chatted with me.

In a hurry, Yang Weiwei did have a charming smile on her face: "Of course, I'm looking forward to it." ”

Xia Xing nodded: "Don't think about it, the song I made is a song for you!"

"What?" Listening to Xia Xing's words, everyone was stunned.

I don't even have to think about it, just compose the lyrics.

Hearing Xia Xing's words, Zhu Huawen and several other writers all had contemptuous smiles on their faces.

Xia Xing: This is obviously a manifestation of broken cans.

No need to prepare? Write poems immediately, people with a little creative experience know that a good poem needs to brew emotions, and then consider the words and sentences, and the poem must also be rhymed, not to mention ten minutes, even half an hour is not enough, Xia Xing is going to compose a poem immediately, and what he writes is not a bad poem or a ballad with no literary literacy.

In fact, there were so many poems in Xia Xing's mind that he didn't need to prepare at all, he could just recite them directly.

Hearing that Xia Xing was going to compose a poem directly, everyone in the audience also talked about it.

"It's impossible, I don't even want to write poetry directly, it's too exaggerated. ”

"I think this guy just scribbled a song at random, you listen, it's absolutely bullshit. ”

The corners of Wu Bin's mouth raised slightly: "Mu Ke, your friend is probably about to make a fool of himself, why bother? It's better to be soft with your predecessors than to be embarrassed like this." ”

Mu Ke glanced at Wu Bin: "How do you know that Xia Xing can't do it, tell you for a while, don't be too surprised." ”

Although Mu Ke said so, he couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart.

This guy really makes you want to think for ten minutes......

In the midst of people's questioning eyes, a loud voice suddenly sounded in people's ears.

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?"

When reciting the poem, Xia Xing turned on the immersive skills, and in an instant, a full moon hung high in front of people's eyes, and the wind was refreshing.

Everyone was stunned by Xia Xing's perfect verses and the artistic conception in front of them.

Xia Xing actually made a poem!

"But the first two sentences are really good. ”

On the seats, several literary people nodded incessantly.

Xia Xing continued to recite the verses in his mind.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the heights. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

Xia Xing paused for a moment, opened his eyes and slowly read out the last sentence: "I wish people a long time, a thousand miles...... Co-cicada Juan. ”

"I wish people a long time, a thousand miles...... Co-cicada Juan. ”

After reading Xia Xing's poems, the whole venue was silent, the aftermath was still lingering, and people's eyes were still a picture of the bright moon in the sky, and an ancient man stood in the attic and looked at the scene of the full moon chanting poems to wine.

Zhu Huawen was completely stupid when he heard Xia Xing's poem.

originally planned to watch Xia Xing's jokes, but Zhang Mo and Yu Lei were even more stunned.

Not only a few of them, but even a few of the invited bigwigs in the literary world felt extremely enjoyable when they heard Xia Xing's poems.

Everyone in the audience was even more shocked by Xia Xing's poems.

As the aftermath dissipates, the immersive effect fades away.

"Good words!" Mo Yu, vice president of the Writers Association, took the lead in standing up and applauding.

Mo Yu is a bigwig-level figure in Chinese literature, he took the lead in applauding, and everyone else also stood up and applauded.

In an instant, the whole venue applauded.

"Oh my God, it's just a wonderful song. ”

"I went, although I didn't know the words, but just now I was completely infected by this poem, as if I had gone back thousands of years, and the poet who was singing the poem Mochizuki seemed to be right in front of me. ”

This word should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world. A literary tycoon couldn't help but sigh.

"It's awesome, Xia Xing deserves to be a ghost. ”

Yang Weiwei was also stunned when she held the microphone.

Although she knew that Xia Xing was very talented, she didn't expect Xia Xing to make such meaningful words.

Zhu Huawen, who was still smug just now, was completely shocked.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that the song was fantastic.

Xia Xing uses image depiction techniques to outline the realm atmosphere of the bright moon in the sky, relatives thousands of miles, and lonely heights.

The artistic conception of the whole word is bold and broad, the feelings are optimistic and expansive, the yearning for the bright moon, and the meaning of attachment to the world.

The style of writing is romantic, chic style and flowing language,

It seems to be a dialogue with Mingyue, and the meaning of life is discussed in the dialogue. It is both rational and interesting, and it is very intriguing.

How is this possible, how can this young man write such rhyming words!

Zhu Huawen was completely shocked.

He couldn't have imagined that such a poem that could be smooth enough for eternity was actually created by Xia Xing.

Just as he was shocked, suddenly the sound of the piano sounded.

(End of chapter)