Zhang Haogu glanced over, couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and his eyelids jumped.

This poem, which numbered as many as three, was written in such a short period of time, and all of them were well written.

Three songs may not seem like much, but compared to other players, you can show its importance. You must know that at the same time, the other contestants did not write a song.

Of course, the main thing is quality.

And this point, three poems are up to standard, and two of them are even more than the standard. Even the worst second poem has its own atmosphere, its own style, and its writing power is sophisticated, comparable to that of the ancients.

No, strictly speaking, better than what most ancients wrote.

"Outside the gloomy Great Wall, the sun is not more dusty.

Although Hu cavalry relied on the mausoleum, the Han soldiers did not care about themselves.

The ancient trees are full of empty blockages, and Huang Yunchou kills. ”

This poem "Jimen Xing" is not famous, but the author is the poet Gao Shi. Although Gao Shi's reputation is not as good as Li Du, he is also a first-class poet in the history of poetry.

And this poem, although it is not his masterpiece and is not very famous, is still not written by mediocre hands.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Haogu glanced at it and completely put his mind at ease.

The worst are so good, I'm afraid more than half of the players, what else is he worried about? What else can these people say?

Thinking like this in his heart, he looked up at everyone, smiled at the corner of his eyes, and said, "Come and see, is this poem good?" Is Qian Hao considered to be strong? ”

As he spoke, he spread out the test paper in his hand, the worst of Qian Hao's three poems.

Everyone did not immediately step forward, but looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy. Listening to this ancient tone, calm and indifferent, could it be that Qian Hao really wrote very well?

Whether they are uneasy or look at each other, they still have to step forward to check Qian Hao's poems, otherwise, directly admit that Qian Hao has that strength?

However, at this glance, their faces changed.

It's not because the poem is good, it's really not that good. However, not being outstanding does not mean that Qian Hao has no strength.

How to say it, there is nothing outstanding about this poem, but the penmanship is old-fashioned and has its own style. In a word, it is a high-level poem. You know, this is an exam to write a poem, and it's already good to write it like this.

If it weren't for that, the crowd wouldn't have changed their faces. It was through this poem that they saw the depth of Qian Hao's basic skills.

Here, of course, the poem is classified as an epic by all. After all, the current side plug does not have Humahan soldiers or anything.

Today's people are not necessarily inferior to the ancients.

Some of the poems of the ancients were well written, and some were poorly written; The same is true of today's poetry. For example, Hanjiang, some of his poems are comparable to this one, and even better than this one.

Therefore, when others were silent, he said lightly: "Director Zhang, if it is all at this level, I don't think he has the so-called strength you call it." This kind of poem, to put it mildly, I can write 100 poems a day in Hanjiang. ”

"Oh, then you can try to make a hundred? made it, and I, Qian Hao, immediately withdrew from the competition. Before Zhang Haogu could reply, Qian Hao interjected first, his tone was cold and his expression was playful.

Han Jiang's face turned cold, he ignored Qian Hao, and looked at Zhang Haogu with gloomy eyes.

"Director Zhang, let's continue to watch the next one."

The reason why he is so aggressive is not only because he is unhappy, but also because he guesses that Qian Hao can't write good poems in such a short time.

And this ordinary first song, doesn't it confirm his conjecture?

Le Zhishan also has this kind of speculation, because Zhang Haogu is biased towards Qian Hao, and he must have come up with good poems from the beginning. However, Zhang Haogu didn't, and the first song was not brilliant.

"The Great Wall is such a difficult topic, I'm afraid Tang Zui won't be able to do it well. Alas, I would have known that I wouldn't have let him do this, in case I delayed him......"

Le Zhishan and others are worried, but others are not. When they heard Han Jiang's words, they kind of figured it out, and their eyes lit up again, looking forward to it.

"Director Zhang, go on."

"Yes, Director Zhang."

"Qian Hao's poem is good, wow, I still want to see the next one."

Looking at the urging crowd, Zhang Haogu showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. didn't speak, he directly spread out the second test paper, and then said lightly:

"Hehe, what about this one?"

Everyone did not reply to his words, because they all came to the front of the test paper.

"The pipa dances with a new sound,

It's always about the old feelings.

Stirring up and worrying to hear inexhaustible,

The high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. ”

But after reading this poem, less than a minute before and after, they all raised their heads with a bang.

"This, the best poetry! No, no, even in the Tang Dynasty, it is an excellent work. ”

This thought came to their minds.

This is also normal, this poem is the superior work of Wang Changling, the son of the Seven Absolute Heavens, and there is naturally nothing to say about that level.

The first three sentences of this poem are delicate and full of twists and turns. From "new sound" to "old farewell", and then to "inexhaustible listening", like a trickle converging into a lake. However, his most powerful sentence is the last sentence, which is to sublimate the poetry.

Some of the people here know poetry, so after reading it, all of them were stunned without exception.

It took them a while before they woke up in shock. At this time, they stopped shouting and were already impressed by the poem.

In fact, not only them, but also Qian Yin was amazed. No, he stared at the poem, and there were words in his mouth: "Good poem, it can be described as a superior masterpiece......

Han Jiang was also shocked, because it was difficult for him not to write this poem.

However, thinking that the author was Qian Hao, he put away the amazing look in his eyes. Not only that, but he also criticized against his will:

"Poetry is good poetry, but unfortunately it is all imaginary. We have Autumn Moon here! Got a lute?

Poetry is precious in truth, and it is necessary to have affection. Qian Hao, I advise you to ...... in the future"

"Hahaha!"

As Han Jiang spoke, Qian Hao suddenly burst out laughing. In the silence of the Great Wall, it seems particularly loud, spreading far, far away.

After laughing, he didn't give Han Jiang a chance to speak, and said directly:

"Whether the poem is good or not, everyone knows it, I don't bother to argue with you. As for the work of the situation, you have to listen to it, right?

Haha, well, I'll read it to you. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, looking at this situation, could they still compose poems?

No, I've made three songs.

Qian Haocai didn't care about their amazement, walked directly to the female wall of the Great Wall, patted the wall, and chanted loudly:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, look at the red dress and wrap it, it is extraordinarily enchanting......"

Before Qian Hao finished speaking, everyone was already shocked, and their eyes were full of incredulity.

How is it possible to write such a majestic word, how can it be written by today's people?

This momentum is simply an imperial poem!

Hurry up, what's next, what's the next one? Don't collapse, such a good word......

Everyone was shocked, expectant, jealous, worried, and their emotions were extremely complicated, and they no longer cared about what games were not played. (To be continued.) )