Hai refers to this person's review is very distinctive, read through the manuscript, feel good in his heart, and give a score with a stroke of the pen. If you think it's not good, you will also be given a score, but the score is as low as one chengdù.

He was quick with his hands and feet, and in half a morning he finished correcting a hundred poetry volumes, and easily pushed the papers into the hands of the next examiner.

Haidao is a friend of Haizhi, both of whom are famous poets in the Empire, and he will not take it lightly when he is invited to be a judge for this competition.

Don't look at it as just a literary competition for middle school students, but after all, it has been held for 50 years, and under the big waves, many literary masters have gone out from here. Even the island himself participated in such an event and went to university.

In this world, there has never been a shortage of young geniuses, and many young people have done earth-shattering things. Literature is no exception, many people are young and old, and the articles they write are almost comparable to those of adults.

This is the reason for Haidao's cautious review, he is afraid that because of his own negligence, he will give a low score to the paper that should have a high score, or give a high score to the low work.

In this way, he is much slower than Haizhi's review, he is Haizhi's next home, Haizhi has finished reviewing the poetry volumes to read the manuscripts of other genres, and he still has half of the poetry volumes piled up on his desk.

Seeing the wild and uninhibited appearance of Haizhi's big hand waving and scoring chicly, Haidao shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn't be clearer about his old friend's temperament, and he said that it sounded straightforward, straightforward, without so many bends, and it was heartless and naïve to say that it was unpleasant!

Look at the scores he played. A better one is eight points, a better one is nine points; The bad ones don't even give people seven points, some have six points, and even give a low score of five points!

Five points!

Can't even get a passing grade?

True. Hai Zhi also felt that some middle school students did not write poems like words, but the cultural heritage of the Chinese Empire was extremely strong, the inheritance was not broken, and the local world was peaceful, so as long as you read high school, your cultural attainments are not low. Especially in this land of poetry. The ability to appreciate poetry is not bad.

The students who can enter the finals are the best in a province, and they have a lot of writing skills, even if they are not good at writing poems, they can make a new poem casually. At least you can still read it, so that you don't fail.

However, the sea finger gives people five points.

This is his character, for what he doesn't like, he just doesn't like it, and no one can impose it on him. This is perhaps the biggest reason why Haizhi can write poems with great nature.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Haidao scored a six-point score on that five-point paper, so why should he give someone a passing grade.

I grabbed a copy of the paper. First glanced at the score scored by the sea finger, and suddenly, the island was stunned. He wiped his eyes, thinking that he was too dazzled by the reviewer.

However, after another look, it is still that score-

10！

That's the score scored by the sea finger!

The island couldn't believe it, in the previous volume, the sea index scored a maximum of nine points. That already means that he already likes the poem very much.

Now, even a 10 points?

Each marking teacher only has 10 permissions. So, doesn't it mean that Haizhi gave this candidate a perfect score?

Unbelievable! Incredible! It's not scientific!

The island is messy. He wanted to question Haizhi, but he understood the heart of this old friend, and asked him to give a full score for a person's poetry, which was impossible, let alone a student, and even his island poems had never received such an evaluation!

So, what's going on now?

"Is this student's poetry so good that it goes?"

Haidao reacted, and quickly turned his gaze to the scroll in his hand, the name of the poem is "Looking for Li Bai", it seems that it should be the poem of Li Bai, the poet in Tang poetry, and after reading it, it is a sentence: "That pair of arrogant boots is still in the hands of Gao Lishi's shame, but the person is gone." ”

Haidao thought the beginning was good and very attractive, and when he read that "since that year, He Zhizhang has been dazzled/recognized as an immortal, he has become even more pretended", he immediately found it interesting and looked forward to the following.

Slowly, after reading the first verse, and when he entered the second verse, the island whispered the following sentences:

"The wine is in the bowels, and seven points are made into moonshine

The remaining three points roared into sword qi

As soon as the embroidery mouth is spit out, it will be half a prosperous Tang Dynasty"

Boom, the whole heart of the island shook, and he couldn't help but recite these lines of poetry a few more times, chewing slowly, and suddenly, he finally understood why his old friend Haizhi gave this poem full marks.

No matter what the following text is, as long as there are these few sentences, Li Bai will be written alive, and it is worth giving a big ten.

"Take you back to the legend", this is the last sentence of the poem, written with some regret and some yearning.

"What a "Looking for Li Bai", where does Li Bai need to look for it again, you can see Li Bai here!" Haidao couldn't help but secretly admire, if it weren't for the fact that there were so many teachers who were silently reviewing the manuscript on the scene, he would have risen up a long time ago to discuss such a poem with Haizhi loudly.

When the float is white!

Such a poem really deserves full marks.

Haidao picked up the pen and wanted to give a "10" behind the score scored by the sea finger, and was just about to start writing, but he immediately stared at it, and pondered for a while, and then put it down.

999！

This is the score given by the island to "Looking for Li Bai", which is less than a full score.

"On the spot, I and Haizhi are two poets, if they both give this student ten points, maybe the teacher behind will give ten points for the sake of face and make a 100-point volume, but I'm afraid it will not be good for this student." The island thinks about more things, "How can life be too fulfilling?" When the moon is full, it is lost, and when the water is full, it overflows! Give this student a glimmer of leeway. ”

After scoring the score, Haidao glanced at the sea finger, and found that the other party was expressionlessly reviewing the papers of other genres, and couldn't help but laugh secretly, with his knowledge of his old friend, he knew that this guy must not be able to calm down now, and usually when he saw a good poem, the sea finger shouted loudly, and he couldn't wait to have a good conversation with the author.

"Just pretend!" Haidao scorned his sea finger, took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to review the paper below.

In fact, the island is really wronged. At this time, it was not that he didn't want to discuss poetry and pretended to be calm, he pretended to be calm, but he saw another good article, and he didn't dare to express that he was too excited.

In his hand was a volume of a novel. Above is a short story of about 4,000 words, called "The Last Leaf", the story is roughly about the old painter painted a leaf on the wall that never withers, awakening the survival of a patient who has lost the will to live, but he himself died of pneumonia because of painting leaves in the rain.

This kind of story suddenly poked at the weakness of the natural straightforward sea finger. The whole person was moved.

The more I look at it, the more I like it!

"Huh?" Haizhi suddenly found that the font of this article was very familiar, as if he was very impressed, and after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly understood. "Isn't this the font of ...... "Looking for Li Bai"?"

"Looking for Li Bai" is his dish as a poet, because he likes it too much, he rubbed it for a while, and he naturally remembers the font on it.

"The same candidate's article?" Haizhi took a breath of cool air, thinking to himself that all the current students are so demonic, writing good poems is not counted, even novels have to write people to cry, which makes you so moved.

"Impressed! That's a lot to the point! Seafinger sighed. With a wave of his hand, he wrote a crimson score on it—

985！

This is a little higher than the score of the previous teacher who was famous for writing novels!

"I don't know how well this candidate's prose paper is written, is it so good that I am embarrassed not to give a high score?" Haizhi was looking forward to seeing such a familiar font in the prose volume.

All right. Although it is said that the three copies of the candidates' papers are not bound together in order to prevent favors, you can't stop the teacher from recognizing their fonts.

Love the house and Wu, this is the eternal truth!

……

The intense and orderly marking work lasted for two or three days, until noon on 18 August. The marking work is basically completed, and the rest of the score statistics and rankings are waiting.

More than two days. Candidates from all provinces were extremely nervous, and even students who knew they wouldn't do well couldn't help but fantasize about winning the prize.

Results are not available. Anything is possible. Isn't it?

It's not an advertising slogan, it's a human desire. As the saying goes: dreams still have to be had, what if they come true!

Needless to say, the tense atmosphere is not to mention the two or three days of waiting, but fortunately, many people are coming to Kyoto for the first time, and the thousand-year-old capital has been passed down and there are enough attractions for them to explore. Distraction has always been the only way to relieve tension.

Again, the exam is over, what the result is, it is already doomed, and there is no point in being nervous. This is Su Wen's mentality, so he has had an easy time in the past two or three days.

I used to care about this final in order to get a ticket to the university. People who don't go to college in this empire rarely have a way out, and not many people want to go out to find a job, and they are even more despised.

Now it is different, with more and more good news coming from Guangdong, the success of "Romeo and Juliet" has become irreversible, and the operation is appropriate, and he Su Wen has been a successful playwright since then.

With this name, he can still mix well in the literary world. Coupled with Su Wen's classic works, a bright and brilliant future is already beckoning to him.

Then, if you don't go to college, it doesn't seem so important.

also worked hard to compete, that was to not disappoint his parents, after all, the two of them still hoped that Su Wen could enter the university step by step. Honoring parents is one of the filial pieties, which is the biggest reason why Su Wen strives to compete.

At around two or three o'clock in the afternoon of May 18, the candidates who participated in the finals of the middle school students' literary contest couldn't help but spontaneously gather on the campus of Huaxia Academy of Literature.

Su Wen and his entourage were also concentrated in a corner of the campus under the leadership of Xiao Kewen.

As is customary, it won't be long before the list of the top 100 will be announced.

They will announce the list here, and the ranking order will appear from 51st to 100th. The remaining top 50 will only be announced according to the names and strokes, and the order of ranking will not be announced until the award ceremony.

Until then, no winner, including the winner, will be notified that he is the first winner, and will only be known if he attends the award ceremony.

When it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, the nervously waiting army suddenly heard a shout in the distance: "Look! The list is out! The list is out! ”

Rumble!

The crowd is surging, you push me, and the entire Faculty of Arts is in an uproar!

…………

Thanks to the monthly votes of our friends, we are more than 20 on the list of monthly tickets for the new work. The results of this book subscription are not bad, and Dapeng wants to see where the potential of the monthly pass is. Everyone borrowed dozens of votes from me first, and rushed to a dozen first. See them again in the second half of the month!

Although I didn't have the luxury of looking forward to the monthly ticket list at the beginning, otherwise when the editor asked me if I wanted No. 1 or No. 4 to be put on the shelves, I wouldn't have chosen No. 4. One more monthly pass is one more recognition! What did you say about that? Dreams still have to be had, what if they come true!

These words are encouraging! (To be continued)