"Brother Hao, I think you write better!" Zheng Chong said with a glare.

Zheng Hao blinked, and said in his heart, isn't it a few words that Zheng Chong still knows, can he tell the quality of the poem?

"What's so good? Let's hear it. Zheng Hao smiled.

"Hmmm! I just went to read next Zhou Shimao's poem, and he doesn't write as many words as you, and more words must be better than fewer words. Zheng Chong scratched his head and said with a smile.

Zheng Hao almost fell headlong.

Next Olympics!

Is there still this way of judging whether a poem is good or bad?

Zheng Hao rolled his eyes and said to him: "Brother Chong, since ancient times, there has been no reason to judge the quality of a poem based on the number of words. ”

"Oh! But even so, I think your poems must be better than those of that guy! Zheng Chong said abruptly.

"Thank you, Brother Chong, for having such confidence in me!" Zheng Hao said, seeing that Zhou Shimao had already walked to Bian Yujing's desk with his poems surrounded by several people, and handed over his two poems.

Zheng Hao also walked towards Bian Yujing with his own work.

He came to the desk where Bian Yujing was sitting, but heard Zhou Shimao say to him with a smile: "Brother Zheng's talent is so agile, and he writes so fast. ”

Zhou Shimao's eyes were full of vigilance, and he was very worried that there would be extraneous branches.

"It's not as good as Brother Shimao, I'm just scribbling a piece of graffiti to make a scene." Zheng Hao smiled indifferently.

As he spoke, he handed in the words he had written.

Bian Yujing chuckled and took it.

Bian Yujing now has a good impression of Zheng Hao, and she also hopes that Zheng Hao can surprise herself.

"Please advise Miss Bian!" Zheng Hao arched his hand.

"I'll read it later, I don't dare to advise!" Bian Yujing said with a smile.

Zheng Hao returned to his seat.

In the following time, more than a dozen people handed in their works one after another.

Then, Bian Yujing began to judge from a glance.

She flipped through them quickly, and threw them aside at a glance at the poems that didn't make sense of the human eye.

Then, she saw Zhou Shimao's two rhythmic poems, read them again, and felt that there were some problems in terms of plain rhyme. However, these two poems are very meaningful, and there are some sincere and touching emotions in the poems.

She nodded secretly, thinking to herself, this Zhou Juren still has some talent, but why doesn't he get the rhythm of these two poems well?

Two good poems, if they don't rhyme, are very criticized.

But even so, these two poems were the best written of any of the poems she had ever seen.

Bian Yujing circled the good words and sentences of the two poems, and wrote a comment: Although there are flaws, it is still a good work.

Then, she put two of Zhou Shimao's poems on her right hand and continued to read the other poems.

She soon saw Zheng Hao's song "Tang Duoling. Yongliu":

Powder fell in Baihua State, fragrant swallow building. Groups of people in pairs. Wandering is also like a thin human life, empty and slender, and said to be romantic.

The grass and trees are also worried, Shaohua is white-headed! Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life? It doesn't matter if you marry Dongfeng Chun, go by your own and endure drowning.

When she boarded, she was stunned.

This poem is really beautifully written.

Every sentence reads like a cheeky one.

Not only that, but the emotion of lamenting the fate of life in the lyrics also deeply touched Bian Yujing, and she felt that this poem was simply written for herself.

Think about yourself, since your parents were ancient and the family road declined, you have been wandering around for a livelihood like duckweed, struggling to survive in this red dust, laughing and flattering for that little money, so it's not miserable.

Bian Yujing's eyes turned red.

She recited this poem over and over again for a long time, densely circled, and then commented: It is really a rare masterpiece, every word is tempting, every sentence is from the truth, and it is also joyful.

Bian Yujing took a cursory look at the works of several people in the back and didn't find the slightest surprise, so she clapped her hands and said: The leader of tonight's poetry club is already there.

Hearing Bian Yujing say this, the flower hall became noisy.

"Miss Yujing, the leader must be Shimao, right?"

"Brother Shimao, congratulations! You're going to enjoy the beauty of your own tonight. ”

"The people who gathered tonight, in terms of talent, are the best in Xinjiang and Shimao, and now they have abstained from participating in the competition, and it is natural for Shimao to win the championship."

Everyone was talking.

Zhou Shimao's fellow tables and the people around him all bowed their congratulations to him.

Zhou Shimao also politely replied, and said: "Don't kill Shimao, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and there are too many people who are better than me." ”

And in his heart, he also regarded himself as the leader.

He thought to himself, although he has no poetic talent, the two poems he took out tonight are still very incisive, and it won't be a problem to win the championship, right?

Bian Yujing naturally heard everyone's discussions.

She frowned slightly, thinking to herself, if she made the leader Zheng Hao, would she offend Zhou Shimao?

People in the party, even if they are famous, they must be cautious and not easily displease the benefactor. It's all a big ingot in the shape of a human being.

Bian Yujing thought about it again and again, gritted his teeth, and thought, no matter what! Good is good, bad is bad, everyone will judge, why should they flatter the powerful against their will?

Thinking so, Bian Yujing coughed lightly and said, "It's good for everyone to be quiet!" ”

She was not loud, but everyone listened and fell silent.

"Before I announce the results, I'm going to read a poem and listen to it." Bian Yujing said with a smile.

"Brother Hao, is what she wants to read is the poem you wrote?" Zheng Chong listened, and said to Zheng Hao angrily.

Although his voice was deliberately low, it was still relatively loud, and almost everyone in the hall heard it.

"Zheng Hao, restrain your companion, Hugh wants him to interrupt Miss Bian again, okay?" Zhou Shimao frowned and whispered to Zheng Hao.

Hearing Bian Yujing say that he wanted to read a poem, Zhou Shimao felt a little bad.

That's why he was so unkind to Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao made a silent gesture to Zheng Chong and whispered, "Brother Chong, don't speak." ”

"Hmm!" Zheng Chong covered his mouth with a palm the size of a fan.

Bian Yujing glanced at Zheng Hao, smiled, and continued: "This poem is very beautifully written, I just read it, and I almost burst into tears, it is really moving, I will read it for everyone." ”

Bian Yujing copied Zheng Hao's poem "Tang Duoling. Yongliu" was read with emotion.

Her voice is very beautiful.

When reading this poem, I was also very emotional.

After reading it, there was a sound of picking in the flower hall. Someone shook their heads and applauded:

"Good words!"

"What a masterpiece!"

"It sounds intoxicating, I don't like it!"

And with this sound, the people who had just read Zhou Shimao's two poems all looked at Zhou Shimao, and everyone was talking quietly, some were sympathetic, and some were gloating.

Everyone is not stupid, although there are not many people who write good poems, but they still have vision.

Compared with Zheng Hao's poem, Zhou Shimao's two poems are too far behind.

Zhou Shimao was also a little angry at the moment.

He felt that Bian Yujing was a little ignorant, he spent so much money to invite her to come to his house to participate in the poetry meeting, why didn't he give himself a little face.

However, he also knew that Bian Yujing was such a character, despising the powerful and arrogant to the prince, didn't he like her tone?

Zhou Shimao was a little helpless.

Bian Yujing finished reading Zheng Hao's "Tang Duoling. Yongliu", and when the voices in the flower hall quieted down, he smiled and said: "I also listened to your comments just now, and you all think that this little poem is the best work, yes or no?" ”

"Yes!"

"This small order is written to complete the chaos of the world, and it can become a masterpiece for generations!"

"It's comparable to Yi'an Jushi!"

"It's full of fragrance when you read it, and it makes people worship it!"

There was a chorus of echo below.

Bian Yujing wants this kind of recognition.

She smiled and said, "So, I will take the lead in this poem, do you have any objections?" ”

"Undoubtedly!"

"Tang Duoling. Yongliu is not the leader, and the reason is intolerable! ”

However, in this piece of recognition, different voices also appeared, and some people who were good friends with Zhou Shimao began to speak for him:

"Tang Duoling. Although "Yongliu" is good, Brother Shimao's seven-law Yongliu is not bad, and he foolishly thinks that it is better, so he should be the leader! ”

"It's extreme, it's extreme! I also thought Brother Shimao's masterpiece was better! ”

"Miss Bian, you must judge impartially, Brother Shimao's every branch and leaf is really good, which is comparable to Taibai and Lotte!"

Most of the people who came to the Zhou family today are Zhou Shimao's friends, and the face of friends naturally has to be maintained.

Therefore, hearing that Bian Yujing was going to make this poem the leader, many people began to express their objections and asked Bian Yujing to change his mind.

Zhou Shimao's face was ashamed, he stood up from his seat, arched his hand indiscriminately and said, "Brothers, don't kill Zhou!" Although judging poetry and articles is a matter of opinion, Zhou listened to this poem "Tang Duoling. Yongliu" knows that I am far from being as good as it! I'm willing to bow down! Don't interfere with Miss Bian's judgment. ”

He voluntarily threw in the towel.

This was quite unexpected for Zheng Hao. But this also shows that this week, Shi Maofei and other brazen villains.