Facing everyone's skeptical gaze, Ye Bufan walked calmly onto the stage. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the control of the gaffer, the flash on his head hurriedly gathered all the beams and hit Ye Bufan's body directly, and on the stage curtain behind him, the colored lights flickered, and there was a bit of the momentum of a star.

Several cameras in front of them are broadcasting live, and below are the audience whispering, pointing at Ye Bufan, and talking non-stop.

From the occasional words such as "really confident enough" and "this time it's going to be miserable", it is not difficult to hear that Ye Bufan does not seem to be recognized by the public.

In other words, judging from the scene, the fans who support Ye Bufan are far less than Shen Shi's fans.

Especially in the last game, Shen Shi played a clever "retreat as advance", directly turning danger into relief, although he finally fell to the second ranking, but won the hearts of many new fans.

There are also many fans who originally liked Shen Shi and "Green Years", and directly hated Ye Bufan.

"My Mansion in the Sky" may not be as well written as "The Story of the Mountain House"!

Shen Shike is a leading figure in youth literature, and he is about to join the third-level writer of the Writers' Association, Ye Bufan is just a first-class writer, and there is no comparison at all!

As a result, these unfavorable remarks began to appear on the news pages of the Writers' Cup competition.

At this time, Yang Hua had already withdrawn from the stage, and even Shen Shi smiled and quietly retreated to the edge of the stage.

Shen Shi didn't care about the light on his face, his brows were completely relaxed, and after glancing at the audience's reaction, he set his eyes on Ye Bufan again.

He was very satisfied with the content of this competition, and because he had prepared in advance, Shen Shi was full of confidence in this unusual poetry competition.

Counting steps into poems, maybe because of this competition, I can still win the title of a young poet, how can mere youth literature limit my development!

Shen Shi was paying attention to Ye Bufan's movements while thinking wildly in his heart.

Ye Bufan obviously didn't pay attention to Shen Shi's thoughts, he thought about the few poems he had prepared, and calmly stood on the first white line,

Looking down at the evenly spaced white lines under his feet, Ye Bufan nodded slightly to the ten judges on the judges' seat, raised his right foot slightly, and then took a step.

Everyone's eyes also focused on Ye Bufan's movements, counting steps into a poem, and he didn't know how many steps he needed to make a poem.

The audience at the scene held their breath, and the audience watching the live TV broadcast was even more highly concentrated, and even the beauties of the ancient poetry and literature club who were full of confidence in Ye Bufan also looked at Ye Bufan nervously at this time.

"Since he can write poems out of his mouth, it must not be a problem to compose poems in steps, right?"

"Of course, my cousin is the best, and this kind of competition will definitely not be difficult for him!"

"I also think he can definitely do it, but I'm still nervous......"

"What are you nervous about, look at me, you must learn to ...... when you are nervous Pretend to be calm! ”

“…… Here we go, everyone! ”

Ye Bufan's right foot was raised, and then he took the first step, gently placing it on the second white line, the whole process was actually very short, but in this short moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his mouth was about to open.

"It's just one step, is this going to be a poem!"

"No, counting steps into poetry, but not one step into poetry, really want to compose poetry, it's incredible!"

"Unbelievable! It's unbelievable! ”

Ye Bufan's lips moved, and he really wanted to compose a poem, and the clear and clear recitation voice was transmitted to the ears of the audience through the radio equipment on the stage.

And so the first poem appeared!

The Buddha temple comes out of the tall trees, and the morning light is in the well.

Nian Shen thought of Chen Dao, and he was alone.

As soon as Ye Bufan's recitation fell, there was a round of applause from the audience.

The audience here has a certain degree of literary literacy, and the different artistic conception of this poem alone has convinced them, besides, the most critical point is that this is a poem made by Ye Bufan in one step, and there is a difference between it and a poem?

In fact, this poem is not a complete poem, but one of the excerpts from a poem written by Ye Bufan in his previous life, the famous poet Wei Yingwu, "The Former Residence of Fufeng Jingshe".

The reason why I excerpted a paragraph is also because Ye Bufan has his own small plan.

However, even if it is a short paragraph, such a beautiful ancient poem still caused a lot of sensation at the scene.

Especially on the side of the judges' seat, there were even a few judges and teachers who picked up the paper and pen in their hands, frowning there with a pair of old eyebrows, writing and drawing, always looking not very satisfied.

Because this poem was recited by Ye Bufan himself, and there was no clear text, these judges and teachers wanted to write out the specific content of the poem according to Ye Bufan's recitation, but they had no choice but to make sentences, and they always couldn't achieve their satisfaction.

However, when the competition is over, Ye Bufan, as a contestant, will definitely write out the poems he wrote completely, and he will naturally know at a glance at that time.

After finishing a poem, Ye Bufan continued to raise his foot and stepped lightly on the next white line.

Then, the second poem was born!

This is Zhang Gongzi, who was once known as Calyx Luhua.

Agarwood smokes a small statue, and the willow is accompanied by a crow.

The dew is heavy and the gold mud is cold, and the cup is oblique.

Qintang wine customers, new buy back garden flowers.

This poem is a small poem written by the famous Li He in the previous life, known as the "poet ghost", called "Reward".

At this time, it was recited word by word by Ye Bufan, which once again caused the shock of the audience.

Two steps and two poems, every audience, even including the judges and teachers on the stage, felt that Ye Bufan was doing a crazy thing.

And, looking at the movements of his feet, it seems, there is no intention of stopping.

Everyone looked at Ye Bufan in amazement, and even Shen Shi, who was calm on the side, changed his face and couldn't believe it.

Ye Bufan took a self-care step, and waited until his right foot landed on the third white line again.

Everyone held their breath and looked at him with full attention, while their ears pricked up, and without surprise, the recitation of the third poem was heard at the same time.

It's a fairy, and there's no love on that day.

People blow the flute, and the sky welcomes it with green clouds.

The song is in the people and does not return, and there is nothing to spare.

This poem is a work by Li Bai, a poet in the previous life, the second half of "Xianghe Lyrics, Fengtai Song".

Ye Bufan deliberately cut off the first sentence and recited the remaining three lines of the poem, although the poem itself was a little incomplete, but it could not stop the audience's love and respect for this poem.

Moreover, Li Bai's poems may not be so delicate and beautiful in language, but they give people an unforgettable artistic conception, and this free and unhurried artistic conception makes this poem deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

Ye Bufan took three steps and read out three poems directly.

Moreover, each poem is not a hastily composed poem, whether it is a sentence, a thought or an artistic conception, none of these three poems is simple.

The judges and teachers had already stopped talking, and even the noisy competition scene just now became extremely quiet.

Only the heartfelt applause of the audience echoed in the venue, and it did not stop for a long time.

"Don't worry, everyone, there is one last poem, I haven't thought of the name of this poem yet, but the verses are already there!"

Ye Bufan waited for the applause to fall, and calmly took the fourth step, and at the same time, he also read out the last poem he had prepared.

The Tao and the spirit are attacking, and the emperor is the holy spirit.

Serve the descendants of the cloth and cover the quality of the text, and Ge Miao breathes the smoke and dust.

After all four poems were read, the audience once again burst into enduring applause.

The audience who was not optimistic about Ye Bufan before was also impressed by the literary level of Ye Bufan's four steps and four poems at this time, except for those loyal fans of Shen Shi, many people began to support Ye Bufan for a while!

"I don't know if you can see it, in fact, I didn't make these four poems randomly, if you look closely, there is a certain connection between them, and it is this close connection that provides me with the inspiration for these four poems!" Ye Bufan stopped his steps, looked at the audience and the camera, and suddenly said seriously.

The poem has been done, and the rest is naturally to find a way to "product placement"!

"What, there is still a connection between these four poems, why didn't I hear it?"

"These four poems, although they all have memories of allegorical scenes, they don't seem to have any special connection, what can be the connection?"

"Stupid, am I the only one who can see it, I can't see such obvious commonalities, you guys are embarrassed to come to the scene!"

"Say, say, what exactly do you have in common?"

Well, the common denominator of these four poems is...... The poet is a man! ”

"Roll ......"

"Die ......"

Regarding this little commotion caused below, Ye Bufan smiled, obviously not taking it to heart. Finally, when the audience had quieted down a little, he pretended to clear his throat, removed his steps from the white lines, and stood in the center of the stage, ready to reveal the secrets of the four poems.