After Lin Weiwei explained the meaning of "bed" in the quiet night, Yuan Zhou and the others had nothing to say.

Lin Weiwei's meaning is very clear, the feelings expressed in this poem are very real, and they are very connotative!

Yuan Zhou and the others looked very bad.

Originally, the Ancient Poetry and Literature Association was ready to criticize Lin Weiwei, but now...... Chen Jiao is in it! They criticize? Chen Jiaoshou seems to like Lin Weiwei's poems very much?

Now Yuan Zhou only thinks about winning a game in the poetry contest and writing something earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods to compare Lin Weiwei.

The poetry appreciation continues, but Lin Weiwei doesn't pay much attention to it, and the poems she knows are not appreciated!

A little more than two hours later, the poetry contest began.

Han Daoxian stood on the podium and said: "Haha, after intense poetry appreciation, everyone has expressed their opinions and has eaten these poems thoroughly, now let's move on to the next link, poetry competition!" The sales of your poetry collection next year will depend on this game! ”

"Let's talk about the rules of the competition first, the competition is divided into two parts: ancient poetry and modern literature, the type of question is selected by the big turntable, everyone composes poems on the spot, and the one with high quality wins! Everyone is eligible to participate, and non-participants will be treated as abstentions! ”

"As for the quality of the review poems, the people present are all elites in this area, and everyone will know who writes well and who writes badly, so now the competition begins!"

With Han Daoxian's order, the large turntable prepared in advance rotated, first of all, ancient poetry and literature.

Ancient poetry is divided into "side poems, pastoral poems, farewell poems, lyrical poems, five-character rhythm poems, and seven-character quatrains!" ”

There are many types of ancient poems, and there are six random ones that are selected on the wheel every year.

Soon, the turntable stopped, and the side stuffed poetry!

"It's not easy to write side poems!"

"Yes, now is not a time of war, where can I find inspiration here?"

"But I heard that the president has been studying the poems of Biansai recently?"

"The purpose of our coming this time is mainly to deal with Lin Weiwei, to get back face, and to write better than Lin Weiwei!"

......

Everyone began to talk.

Yuan Zhou looked at Lin Weiwei and said with a sneer: "Hehe, Miss Lin, don't you abstain!" ”

Lin Weiwei naturally understood what Yuan Zhou was thinking, didn't she just want to write a poem that could crush herself? Okay, I'll give you this chance!

"I already have a prototype, Grandpa Yuan Zhou, don't be compared to the juniors!" Lin Weiwei smiled mischievously, looked at Yuan Zhou and said.

"Humph!" Yuan Zhou snorted coldly and began to think.

However, those who were preparing for the competition had already written with a pen on the paper they had prepared in advance.

There is only one type, and there is no hint at writing a side poem, this poem ...... It's really hard to write!

Some people are thinking hard, some people are bitter, some people are scratching their ears and cheeks, only the old god Lin Weiwei is still there, and she is still there. It's easy!

The competition is time-limited, a total of 10 minutes, and participants must write a song within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be treated as a waiver!

Lin Weiwei was not in a hurry, she thought of a poem in her mind, and searched on her mobile phone first, is there this poem in this world?

There are too many coincidences in this world, there are so many people with different names and words, if they come up with a poem written by themselves and already have it in this world, wouldn't it be a big deal?

But after a search, Lin Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, there really isn't!

Soon, the time of ten minutes was up, and according to the requirements, everyone handed in the poems they wrote together, and then displayed them on the projector!

The first poem is by Yuan Zhou

"State General

Who is king after three years of preparation? Five years of seizing the city, the fierce general

The country is still broken, and I ask when you will come to the city again? ”

After reading this poem, Lin Weiwei was a little speechless, you have been preparing for war for three years and taking the city for five years? Why don't you simulate the college entrance examination for three years and five years? What is this about? It's not better than the poems you prepared at all, right?

But others ....

"This poem is written in an atmospheric way!"

"That's it, I wrote the bitterness of a general who was ruined by a country!"

"It's worthy of being the president, this poem is absolutely amazing!"

Even Chen Jiaoshou said: "Haha, Lao Yuan, it's been a long time since I've seen you write such a good poem, you are working hard to compare Lin Weiwei!" ”

Chen Jiaoshou also plays Weibo, so he naturally knows the grievances and grievances between Lin Weiwei and Yuan Zhou, anyway, in the eyes of these people, Yuan Zhou's poems are not bad!

The next song "Ask the King"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yuan Zhou smiled proudly

"Ask the king when the battle will be, there are thousands of cold corpses on the battlefield, thousands of bloody corpses will flow in triumph, and the people will die without life."

"Good!"

"Haha, every one is a boutique!"

"I don't believe that Lin Weiwei can write better poems than these?"

"That's it, wait for Lin Weiwei to be embarrassed!"

"Haha, slap in the face!"

.....

However, the next one is Lin Weiwei's poem

"From the Army"

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass.

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken. ”

Dumbfounded, shocked, unimaginable! The poem ..........

"The poem ......"

"Could it be that Wang Changling is alive?"

"The vice president has lost!"

"Didn't you say you'd be slapped in the face?"

Yuan Zhou's face was pale, Han Daoxian laughed, Chen Jiaoshou leaked a relieved smile, ancient Chinese poetry, there is a successor!

.......

Without any suspense, Lin Weiwei's song "From the Army" directly crushed the audience!

"Come again!" Yuan Zhou gritted his teeth and turned the turntable again.

"Idyll!"

Ten minutes later

Shi Guozheng

"The Vegetable Garden"

A poem is omitted here"

Yuan Zhou

"Homecoming Miscellaneous Residence"

One more poem omitted here"

"These two poems are still masterpieces!"

"I don't know what Lin Weiwei wrote?"

"I advise everyone not to be happy so early!"

"These two poems seem to be at their peak, how good can Lin Weiwei be if she writes well?"

"That is, Lin Weiwei's poems are all four-sentence poems, and the most is six sentences, and these two poems are eight sentences!"

"En, crushing Lin Weiwei in terms of word count is also a kind of crushing!"

.....

It's time for Lin Weiwei

"Homecoming"

There is no vulgar rhyme, and sex loves hills and mountains. fell into the dust net by mistake and went for thirty years.

The birds love the old forest, and the pond fish thinks about the old place. Open up the wilderness in the south and return to the garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The elm willow shades the back eaves, and the peach and plum Luo Hall are in front of the hall.

Ambiguous and distant village, smoke in the ruins. The dog barks in the deep alley, and the rooster cries in the mulberry tree.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room. After being in the cage for a long time, you can return to nature. ”

Chen Jiaoshou applauded, Han Daoxian applauded, and Yuan Zhou's face became even more gloomy!

"How is this possible?"

"Whether it is in the intention of the poem or the number of words, they are crushed!"

"Is Lin Weiwei invincible?"

"She's only fifteen, isn't she?"

"Wicked!"

......