In the brush class of primary school, He Xuan dealt with graffiti indiscriminately.

After going to junior high school and high school, there is no hard requirement for brush words, and the average student can write very few brush words except for the brush calligraphy interest class.

"It's embarrassing! I can't ...... Now tell them, let them bring me a ballpoint pen, shall we...... It's a bargain!"

Holding a brush in his hand, He Xuan didn't dare to write a word on the rice paper, after all, ...... Although if you want to write, you can write a word, but it's definitely a ghost drawing!

Moreover, He Xuan hasn't thought about it yet, what kind of poem should he write?

There are many poems written about love, and from ancient times to the present, love is an eternal topic that human beings cannot avoid.

Writing ancient poems?

Come to a song by Su Dongpo's "Ten years of life and death, unforgettable without thinking"?

This song seems to be a tribute to the deceased wife, and on this occasion...... It seems a bit of a discord!

Write a poem "Once the sea was difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud"?

Or is it the recent very popular "I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated"?

He Xuan looked at the [Overhead Paper (Poetry Version)" in the virtual space, and there were too many choices for him.

Moreover, almost every poem taken out is a classic poem that can be passed on to the world's textbooks!

Outside of ancient and modern times, as long as the poems you look at are written on this [overhead paper], they will be set aside, and then they will be completely personal.

However, people are often like this, the more choices they have, the more difficult it is to make choices.

When the whole world's poetry library was placed in front of He Xuan, he didn't know what poem to write.

And the time for the creation of the poem was only ten minutes, and it passed quickly.

Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, who had already finished creating, spread out the rice paper on their table and blew it.

"It's time! Three, let's recite the poems you wrote from left to right, right?" Secretary General Cai Ping picked up the microphone and announced that the time for creation was up.

"Damn! So fast, ten minutes is up?"

He Xuan, who was still choosing poems in his mind, suddenly woke up, he looked at his paper, and it was still blank.

"Haha! Le Shao, look at it...... It's been ten minutes, and this surname He doesn't seem to have written a word!"

Zhang Jiale couldn't help laughing, because He Xuan's performance was even worse than he expected.

"I thought he could write at least a few sentences, but I didn't expect that he really couldn't write poetry, and he dared to go on stage to fight poetry......"

Wang Wenbin was also very surprised, because he still regarded He Xuan as an opponent, and specially invited Hu Boyan and Liu Heng to two big names.

knew that he was so weak in writing poetry, so he took the stage himself and slapped He Xuan in the face with his own hands.

"Kelan, look at it...... It's time to create. Hu Boyan and Liu Heng have already finished writing, but Mr. He ...... It seems like...... Haven't you written a word yet?"

Li Huanhuan didn't expect such a result, and said a little helplessly, "It seems that Mr. He really came to power just now for you, now ...... The face is too big. ”

"Huh, not a word......? How could he not write a word? It is better to write than not to write!"

It's really infuriating!

Qin Kelan saw that He Xuan's rice paper was really blank, and she really didn't understand what He Xuan thought!

I gave him a poem!

Even if you are destined to lose, you can at least write the song "Rootless Water" I gave you!

Anyway, Qin Kelan felt that although the poem "Rootless Water" written by herself was definitely not as good as the poems written by Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, at least it would not make He Xuan too embarrassed!

As a result, He Xuan's ten minutes on stage were completely like holding a pen in a daze!

I don't write a word, this attitude is ...... It's really irritating!

"It seems that Mr. He is lacking inspiration today?"

Hu Boyan, who was standing on the far left, also sneered when he saw that He Xuan hadn't written anything, and then began to recite the poem he had just written.

"The song I wrote is called "Ling Xiao", the creation time is in a hurry, there must be many shortcomings, please correct it!"

After expressing his modest attitude, Hu Boyan began to read aloud the poem "Ling Xiao" he wrote with the microphone.

"Soaring Flowers Climb on Steep Cliffs......"

When he finished reciting, the audience burst into warm applause.

This "Ling Xiao" is a metaphor for Ling Xiaohua as a spirit of striving for love, allegorical to things, the description is quite anthropomorphic romanticism, and the description of feelings is also delicate, in just more than 20 lines of poetry, will be love, a unique human emotion, expressed vividly.

"Brother Boyan, good literature. But listen to my song "Flying Birds......"

Because he saw that He Xuan was a "white roll", Liu Heng instead transferred his "fighting spirit" to Hu Boyan's side, wanting to use his song "Flying Birds" to compare with his "Lingxiao".

For the poets of the Poetry Association present, I haven't seen it for a long time, and the poetry of the competition between Hu Boyan and Liu Heng has been made.

Just now, everyone was still looking forward to He Xuan's poems, but now...... He Xuan has been "out of the game in advance", and the natural highlight is between the poems of Hu Boyan and Liu Heng.

"Listen to the high-pitched singing ...... of the birds"

Similarly, as soon as Liu Heng finished reciting, there was a burst of warm applause at the scene.

Like Hu Boyan, Liu Heng is also allegorical to things, using birds as a metaphor for the pursuit of love.

"Blue sky and white clouds" is the dream of the bird, but the "shade of the insect" is the life of the bird, and falling on your shoulders is a thing called love......

The poems are full of fantasy romanticism, making people feel as if they are the "flying birds" who hesitate between the blue sky and the shade of the trees.

Both poems use metaphors, both lyrical and romantic, which makes people read very briskly and pleasantly, but they can't help but feel a kind of yearning for beautiful love after the end.

"Not bad! not bad...... Bo Yan and Liu Heng are worthy of being the representatives of the new school of poetry in China. These two poems are very much in line with their old style......"

After listening, Yuan Bofu, chairman of the Poetry Association, also smiled and commented.

Some other old-timers in the poetry circle also expressed some opinions, all of which were more positive and less negative, and gave high recognition to their two poems.

However, now that the first two have shown their poems, it is He Xuan's turn.

When Liu Heng handed the microphone to He Xuan, he saw that the rice paper in front of him was really blank, and he couldn't help but smile: "Mr. He seems to be too nervous!

"Liu Heng, don't say that. Maybe Mr. He has written it on paper, but it's just ...... We are only shallow in our studies, and we just can't see it. Hu Boyan also came over and made a joke.

When everyone in the audience heard this, they couldn't help but be amused.

But at this time, He Xuan really took the "stalk" that Hu Boyan said, picked up the rice paper, unfolded it, pointed to the blank paper and said: "That's right! My poem has indeed been written on it, but it's just ...... Fools can't see it!"

Ooh!

He Xuan's words immediately made the laughter in the audience come to an abrupt end.

Isn't this the same as "the emperor's new clothes"?

He Xuan scolded everyone in the audience!

Some old comrades of the Poetry Association, when they heard this, their faces had turned pale, if they hadn't been qualified, I am afraid that they would have already come to the stage to scold He Xuan.

"This Mr. He, he can't write poems by himself, and he ...... Are you still scolding us all fools?" Chairman Yuan Bofu also shook his hands with a sullen face and said dissatisfied.

Mr. He's words are indeed a bit excessive. ”

Even Qiu Boren, who worships He Xuan's violin skills, can't help He Xuan speak anymore.

"Haha! The surname He is dying! These old antiques of the Poetry Association, even if we talk to them, we must be polite. This surnamed He actually scolded everyone for being stupid...... This time, even the gods can't save him. ”

Zhang Jiale shook his head, and suddenly felt that He Xuan's level was not worthy of being his opponent at all.

"It's really not interesting, I didn't expect Qin Kelan's vision to be so bad and find such an arrogant maniac as a boyfriend. ”

Wang Wenbin also shook his head with a smile, looking at He Xuan on the stage, as if he was looking at a grandstanding clown.

"He Xuan, how could he say such a thing?"

At this moment, even Qin Kelan frowned, feeling that He Xuan's words were too much.

At this time, He Xuan on the stage looked like he was "pretending to be stupid" and said: "No, can't you really see it......?" I'll read it to you!"

"Why bother, who are you fooling? Could it be that in order to cover up your own inability to write poetry, you will tease all of us like this?" Liu Heng said angrily.

"Liu Heng, let him read. I'm going to see what he can read. ”

Hu Boyan had an attitude of sitting and watching a good show, he really didn't believe that He Xuan, who couldn't write for ten minutes in a daze, could really read any decent poems!

Ordinary great poets can't "compose" a poem on the spot on a blank sheet of paper!

However, how could they have thought that He Xuan is not a real poet, but a big bug with "overhead paper".

Just now, when the two of them were reciting poems, He Xuan, who was worried about not knowing what poem to choose, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"It's up to you!"

Silently filling in the name of a poem on the "overhead paper", He Xuan picked up the microphone with a smile and began to recite "very emotionally" to the "white paper".

"Listen, everybody, this poem I wrote is called 'To the Oak Tree,' ......."

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