Is this a surrender? At this moment, Ma Ye really wanted to look up to the sky and roar freely to vent his happy mood.

Everyone in the audience is also quite interested in Wang Qiang's modern poems, and they look like they are listening attentively.

Wang Qiang brewed for a moment, opened his eyes, his eyes were like a sharp sword scanning the crowd, and no one dared to look at him!

"Meanness is the pass of the mean,

Noble is the epitaph of the noble! ”

Vile?

Despicable?

This is the way to start......... Are you sure you're expressing your heart?! Everyone couldn't help but be suspicious.

And some people who have studied modern poetry have suddenly become stern!

Take a peek at the whole leopard!

Just the two lines of the poem at the beginning that distinguish between good and evil can show the extraordinaryness of the whole poem!

Their eyes were blazing, looking forward to the brilliant place behind.

"Behold, in that gilded sky,

Floating with the crooked reflection of the dead.

The glacial age has passed,

Why are there ice cubes everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was found,

Why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea? ”

The reflection of the dead! Ice cubes left over from the Ice Age! The battle in the Dead Sea!

Three sentences, a perfect interpretation of the holder of the "pass"!

Some people's eyes are shining, it is really perfect, the metaphor is at hand, and the meaning is profound, but it is thought-provoking!

There are all kinds of feelings that cannot be expressed in words.

Wang Qiang's speed of speech is getting faster and faster! The sound is getting more and more exciting!

"I came into this world with nothing but paper, ropes, and figures, in order to read the voices of the judgment before the judgment."

Syllable!

Stab!

The envelope that was originally in Ma Ye's hand was snatched away by Wang Qiang without paying attention to it, and it was slowly opened!

Ma Ye was shocked at first, and instantly felt that something bad was going to happen! When I was about to reflexively snatch it back, it was too late!

I saw that Wang Qiang pulled out the paper inside, unfolded it, and raised his hands high above his head!

The camera has been pointing at Wang Qiang, so what was written on that piece of paper was really seen by the audience present!

Winner of the Children's Story category: "Black. Dark. Series: Little Red Riding Hood - Please call me handsome and handsome!

Black italics!

The extremely real picture, which is not discounted by the big screen, is projected in front of all the people in the field!

Wang Qiang's recitation continues! His face turned pale with excitement, and his voice was close to roaring!

“…… I don't believe the sky is blue! I don't believe in the echo of thunder! I don't believe dreams are fake! I don't believe that death is without retribution! If the ocean is destined to burst, let all the bitter water pour into my heart! If the land is destined to rise, let humanity choose the peak of survival again! ”

After a breath of change, Wang Qiang seemed to be tired, disappointed in everything in front of him? The tone slowly fell, as if to speak, as if to plead!

"New turnarounds and twinkling stars are filling the unobstructed sky. That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs, that's the eyes of the people of the future......"

A deafening sound!

Everyone felt like their souls had been baptized!

Don't believe it!

Do you not believe in the darkness of this world?

If! Let!

If you have the ability, do you want to smooth the day? Let the world return to clarity?!

Everyone's hearts seem to be grabbed fiercely! The feeling of suffocation ensues!

Eye!

It is the heavens, it is Confucius, it is the gaze of countless sages, literati and scholars!

They're probably angry, right?

It was so calm!

Silent!

When they came back to their senses, Wang Qiang didn't know where he had gone, but there were still envelopes scattered on the ground, as well as the piece of paper, the A4 paper that buried the truth!

This qiē is not a dream!

Several people on the judges' bench were about to discuss how to save the scene, when suddenly a voice came from there.

"Is this the writers' association I want to join?!"

A sentence exploded in everyone's minds like thunder!

Oh, yes!

Here, they didn't smell the refreshing aroma of books and ink, and they didn't see the scene of talking about literature and Taoism! Instead, they smelled a disgusting copper stench, pungent!

Fraud, smoky miasma...... Is this really what they want to do?

No!

Definitely not!

"This is not the writers' association I want to join!" It's still the same voice, and he said firmly!

In such a large venue, there are about 1,000 people, but it is silent!

That voice reached everyone's eardrums!

Ma Ye immediately said with a sneer, "Who said that!" Stand up! Security guard! Pull this troublemaker out of me! ”

"Writer's Association, but Er'er!" The man smiled happily, and left directly without waiting for the security guard to come, without a trace of nostalgia! The steps to the outside look vigorous!

"Writers' Association...... Alas! The second man stood up, shook his head, and walked out.

"I used to think Ma Ye was good, but I didn't expect him to be this kind of person!"

"Look at those judges, as the president and vice president of the Writers Association, it's disgusting!"

"Let's go! I'm already dizzy from the filthy smell here! ”

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

"I'm with me, too!"

More and more people are getting up and going outside!

Ma Ye finally panicked, and said tremblingly, "None of you are participating in the rookie competition?" I sue you that those who leave now will be disqualified from nomination! ”

The crowd turned a deaf ear and continued to walk outside!

Mano lay on the ground, motionless.

Zhou Kuankuan had a cold face, watching everyone leave like a mermaid, his face was like ashes! He finally realized that this time he was playing big! No matter how clever he is, he can't save the current situation!

Outrage!

The wrath of the literati!

He became a sinner in the Writers' Association!

If someone gave him a knife, he wouldn't hesitate to chop Ma Ye.

…………

Wang Qiang stepped down, walked out on his own, and of course took some zongzi in his hand, and then got in the car and prepared to return to the capital TV station.

The sun was shining and the air was fresh, and his mood had calmed down a lot.

The phone prompts that there is a text message coming.

When I opened it, it was sent by my mother, "Qiang'er, happy Dragon Boat Festival, have you been busy with work recently?" Pay attention to your body. Mom gave you the money on your card, did you receive it? ”

Actually, I forgot to send a holiday message to my mother and pay back the money? Do you think you're hungry and can't open the pot?

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival. Mom, have we made zongzi this year? ”

"Zongye, glutinous rice, jujube and so on have been bought, when you come back, Mom will pack it again."

Wang Qiang, who looked at the text message, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Mom, I've eaten here. Today is also the Dragon Boat Festival, you can wrap a few zongzi and have a festival with your father. ”

"You just eat it, Mom has been hoeing grass in the millet field these days, and I don't have much time to make zongzi."

No matter how old you are, in the eyes of your parents, you will always be a child, and they will always leave you everything you like to eat, even if it is easy to buy. Wang Qiang's eyes were a little sour, and he scribbled back, "Ang!" Then pay attention to your body! ”

Then, drive on the road!

It is said that the speed of the car can increase the pressure on the surface of the body and force the tear ducts to close......