A total of 35 people came to participate in the poetry competition this time, and there were seven judges, but I wish the dean not to participate in the primary selection, so when the 35-point poem manuscript is divided into the hands of the six judges, one of them will inevitably get one less, but now with the addition of Mo Ziyun, everyone will get the same share.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the dean took the initiative to take Mo Ziyun's poem manuscript and read it first.

The teachers and judges didn't think there was anything, they just thought he was teasing the children, but the students in the audience were different, and they also wanted the dean to read what they wrote.

Han Shuxian was full of confidence in his goddaughter, so he didn't think about seeing Zhu Xuan's expression after taking the poem manuscript, he just looked at the six poems in his hand intently, and after evaluating the scores, he read all the poems in his hand again, and put them down after making sure that they were correct.

Others don't think much about what a four-year-old baby can write, although Mo Ziyun said to Feng Shengrong that she was not happy to join in the fun, but everyone actually thought that she was here to join in the fun.

Although I didn't think about what she could write, but I didn't target her like Feng Shengrong, besides, whose little baby can write and read at the age of four, smart is really smart, and obedient and well-behaved, who doesn't like such a well-behaved baby? If there is such a baby in her family, that is, she wants the stars in the sky, and she has to think of something to pick them off for her.

So when Feng Shengrong targeted Mo Ziyun, everyone really agreed with Han Shuxian's words just scolded, "Being old and not dying is a thief".

You're a person who is about to go to the ground, why are you embarrassed to scold a little doll?

As for Mo Ziyun's poetry manuscript in his hand, everyone didn't pay attention to it, only cared about the poetry manuscript in his hand.

Everyone focuses on the poems in their hands, but there are also people who are dual-minded.

Feng Shengrong has been paying attention to Mo Ziyun since she took over the pen and ink, and now he sees Zhu Xuan taking over Mo Ziyun's poems.

It's just that the scene he saw in his eyes was understood by him as another meaning, and after seeing Zhu Xuan's surprised expression, he automatically understood that the content in the poem must be unsightly.

What can a four-year-old girl write? After another sarcastic sneer, he continued to look at the manuscript in his hand.

He is still very serious about the evaluation of the poetry manuscript in his hand.

There are ten rounds of the competition, and the judges of each round of poetry manuscripts will score the corresponding scores after reading them, and then count the scores and rankings after the ten rounds of competition.

After each round of writing, the judges will screen out the best poems and hand them to Dean Zhu, who will take a look at them again. The competition is not only the evaluation of rankings, but also the selection of particularly excellent poems after the competition, and posted in the hospital for everyone to visit and study.

The poems posted are not necessarily in the top few, and it is possible that one out of ten poems is better written than the others.

Therefore, every time the students who come to participate in the competition are extremely attentive to the competition, it is naturally good to be rewarded by the top few, but if it is well written, it is also an honor to be posted in the hospital for people to study.

Zhu Xuan looked at the manuscript of the poem handed over by Du Yi and remembered that he still had one copy in his hand, so he handed it to Liang Shouxing, who was one less copy beside him, "Aren't you one less, I'll give you this one!"

Liang Shouxing said before he could take the words in his mouth: "Yes, there are just as many people now."

Later, he added, "I think I have to think about it again when I look for judges in the future, to see if the judges on the field can equally divide the poems made by the students."

As soon as I heard this, it was aimed at Feng Shengrong, but on this occasion, everyone didn't want to echo anything, so they only pursed their lips and snickered.

Feng Shengrong's face darkened when he was told by the people around him, but he couldn't do anything, but he could only endure it like everyone was snickering.

Mo Ziyun was also very surprised, she never thought that there were still people who looked at Old Man Feng unpleasantly. Z.br>

Today is a day of forbearance, endure snickering, endure unhappiness, and endure joy. Mo Ziyun didn't hear Liang Shouxing's words teasing Old Man Feng, and when she didn't deliberately glance over and saw Old Man Feng's face as black as the bottom of a pot, she still sat in her place in an orderly manner, waiting for the start of the next round.

Besides, after Liang Shouxing took the manuscript of the poem, he was stunned by the short four lines on the paper

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Is this really written by a four-year-old baby?

None of the others actually noticed Liang Shouxing's reaction, but Feng Shengrong, who was beside him, did.

Dean Gang also reacted in this way, and now he is in this reaction again, is it really so unsightly? Then he turned his head over, and he was stunned when he saw it.

Du Yi looked at the reactions of the two, and couldn't guess whether it was good or bad, but he couldn't delay it forever, he didn't care how they had to read the poems in their hands, when the students made the next poem, they still had time, but the students' rest time had also come, and he stepped forward to remind: "The first word is about the wind, so what is the theme of the next second round? It was the dean who came up with the question for you just now, so this time I might as well ask our prosecutor Mr. Liang to ask the question."

This is also a disguised reminder to Liang Shouxing, don't be stunned anymore, the students are still waiting!

Liang Shouxing also reacted under Du Yi's reminder, looked at the last sentence of the poem in his hand, and read it silently: Return to people on a snowy night. Then he looked at the next head with a smile, "It was just a topic of wind, and now we have a theme of snow, I hope everyone will make persistent efforts to make good poems."

After receiving the question, Du Yi immediately turned to face the students, "Everyone, the time remains the same, so please write a poem with snow or snow in a quarter of an hour."

The students in the audience began to think about it after hearing Liang Shouxing say the title of the poem.

Mo Ziyun is the same, but she thinks differently from others, and people are thinking about how to write poems with snow better. And she wanted to write which one was simpler.

If you want to write about snow, Mo Aster's first reaction is Grandpa Mao's "Qinyuan Spring. Snow", whose snow can have the majestic and magnificent atmosphere of Grandpa Mao?

No matter how good it is, it doesn't fit it! If this is written, it must be properly called a monster!

Whether it is writing poetry or writing, you have to have a certain life experience, but you don't have enough life experience, and you have to read a lot of books, learn from books, or imitate writing, like your current age, nothing is enough, how can you write? After another ten or twenty years, it can be copied again.

Stopped the review of "Qin Yuan Chun. After the imagination of "Snow", I began to think about other poems, and pieces of ancient poems kept flashing in my mind, and sure enough, plagiarism was the easiest, and it didn't take long to find a suitable one.

It is also a five-character quatrain, which can be called the first lonely poem in ancient and modern times. Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue", thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

However, Mo Ziyun didn't write immediately, she had to think about it for a while, and even thought about whether she would plagiarize again in the next eight rounds.

After thinking about it for a while, it's better not to be in the limelight anymore, it's enough to have these two songs, but the rest can't be left unwritten, so let's barely use the real level to make it up!

Of course, I have to ask how I can write so well in the front, and I just learned to write poems about wind and snow before, but I didn't learn the latter ones.

Just when Mo Ziyun was thinking, the pen in Liang Shouxing's hand finally fell, and a red and gorgeous 10 was drawn on the top of the poem, and Li ignored Feng Shengrong, who had been looking at his hand, was stunned, and was very reluctant to hand the poem back to Zhu Xuan beside him, "Fortunately, the dean, you agreed, otherwise where would you see such a well-written poem."

Zhu Xuan's face was full of red, and he agreed with his words, but the words on his lips were different, "Don't, this is not my credit, it depends on whether the godfather is willing to let us know."

I counted Han Shuxian in my heart, such a smart baby, why did he only say that he could read a few words and memorize some books when he came!

When Zhu Xuan said this, Liang Shouxing also felt that it was, and looked at Han Shuxian, "Han boy, you are not doing this authentically! There is obviously a ...... in our academy."

Before Liang Shouxing finished speaking, Han Shuxian immediately got up, bowed to the two of them, and said, "Wan Wan is still young, no matter how he writes, I also ask the president and the procuratorate to be more responsible, so as not to cause trouble."

Both of them are foxes who have become fine characters, can I not know the meaning of his words, I understand it as soon as I hear it, it is not appropriate to be famous at a young age, it is necessary to protect more!

Zhu Xuan didn't wait for Liang Shouxing to take the initiative to give it, and took it himself

He passed the manuscript of the poem in his hand, "Let me do this first."

Mo Ziyun estimated that half of the time had passed before she picked up the pen.

Looking at Mo Ziyun who started writing, looking at its unhurried appearance, Feng Shengrong suddenly felt a toothache!

Not only Feng Shengrong was looking at her, but also Zhu Xuan and Liang Shouxing were also looking over.

Although others don't know what to do, it's not difficult to guess the meaning of the words, it must be well written, but I don't know how good it is, but the poems that can be praised by the president and the procuratorate will definitely not be bad.

So everyone also glanced at Mo Ziyun inexplicably.

Mo Ziyun is not like others who are engrossed, thinking about poetry without distraction, she began to pretend to think after searching for what she wanted to plagiarize in her mind, even when she writes, she also writes a few words and stops, which makes people look like they are not thinking well, and they write while thinking.

After the last one was written, this time Zhu Xuan didn't ask her to write it to him alone.

However, Du Yi is very good at doing things, and knows that the dean and the procuratorate are paying attention to Mo Ziyun, and took the opportunity of sorting out the poems in his hand to change Mo Ziyun's special to Liang Shouxing.

The dean and the procuratorate were next to each other, Liang Shouxing looked at it, and the dean could also see it, and it was also a disguised way to give Mo Ziyun's poem to the dean.

After seeing the poem written by Mo Ziyun, I finally understood why the two of them were stunned just now, and I understood what the procuratorate just said that Han Shuxian was not authentic.

If you want him to say something, it's not inauthentic, it's just inappropriate, such a smart baby, why don't you let them know!

But he also understood Han Shuxian's thoughts, so he suppressed the surprise and shock in his heart, and handed Mo Ziyun's poem manuscript to Liang Shouxingzhong's hand with a similar face.