The atmosphere is ignited.

Everyone craned their necks to look again.

For the sake of contradictions.

It's a real battle.

Rare in previous years.

Nature is not to be missed.

Zhang Xinlin also didn't ink.

Personally grabbed a note from the cardboard box and came out.

Expand the proposition again.

I saw that the word 'Tanabata' was written on it.

The title of the second game was revealed.

"Tanabata? I'll go, it's such a coincidence, it's all a holiday proposition. ”

"First the Mid-Autumn Festival, then the Tanabata Festival, haha, this game is a little interesting."

"This proposition is difficult to say, easy to say, it's easy to say, let's see how the three of them write it."

"I don't think there are many entry points for modern poetry."

"You can also consider Xiao Wuyan, which is more effortless when inspired."

Everyone has taken on the role.

They are all fantasizing about their own perspectives.

Time.

Say anything.

And Wang Xi was immediately overjoyed when he saw this proposition.

I can't suppress the excitement in my heart.

This question is really too much for him to think about at the moment.

He himself has written modern poems about 'Tanabata' before.

And more than one.

It's just right to take it out and use it.

It's seamless.

God finally helped me.

I looked up to see if the other party was stupid.

found that this kid still had time to chat with Yu Lanxin.

He was angry again.

Yes!

You're good enough kid to pretend!

Wait for you to look good.

Read this.

Wang Xi sneered.

Didn't think about it.

It is written directly.

He will return all the humiliation he has suffered.

Completely crush this guy.

Next to Wang Xi.

Wang Zizhi didn't pay too much attention to anyone.

He was thinking about it seriously.

I thought about it.

In the end, the five-character quatrain was used.

Wait a little later.

That's when inspiration came.

Among the three.

At present, only Lin Hao has not started writing.

"What's the matter, why hasn't he written yet?"

"You can't really copy the previous one, right?"

"Maybe."

"It's stuck."

"It really doesn't seem to be anyone's opponent."

Seeing Lin Hao calm and relaxed, he didn't write when he was talking to Yu Lanxin.

Naturally, everyone looked down on him.

There's no other reason for that.

"Haven't thought about it yet?" Yu Lanxin asked him.

"It's all in my head." Lin Hao shook his head.

"Then you don't start yet." Yu Lanxin said curiously.

"Won't I give them a chance to snort?" Lin Hao said with a smile.

"It's time like this, and you're still messing around." Yu Lanxin couldn't laugh or cry.

Dad Yu also came over at this time and looked at him worriedly and said, "Xiao Hao, don't worry, think slowly, there is still time in time." ”

"Don't worry, uncle."

Lin Hao nodded, and turned to Yu Lanxin and said, "I'll read it, and you will write it." ”

"Okay."

Yu Lanxin had already spread out the rice paper.

I also have a brush in my hand.

Just wait for his words.

Slim clouds are clever

Flying stars spread hatred

Silver Han Darkness

The golden wind and jade dew meet

It is victorious, but there are countless people in the world

Tenderness is like water

The best times are like dreams

Endure the return of the magpie bridge

Compared to the previous poem.

Lin Hao read it out louder this time.

Whether it is Zhang Xinlin or the onlookers.

You can hear it.

They were immediately stunned.

Among these people.

I can not stick to the classics of my predecessors.

There are not a few people who create their own poems.

If you really like this line of work on weekdays.

It's a lot to write.

But speaking of which.

They can come up with the work of their hands.

Basically, it is carefully polished over many days.

It's not a flash of inspiration.

Boom.

A single poem came out in its entirety.

That's impossible.

It's more like a patchwork.

I would like to say two words today.

Think about it tomorrow.

Bring all the good ideas together.

Finally, complete a composition.

This is a relatively normal process.

But this young man in front of him is not like this at all.

In the case of propositional creation, there are almost no bottlenecks.

Writing is like a joke.

Read it out at the same time.

Didn't even hit a bump.

This shows that everything is already thought out in the mind.

It's horrible.

It's also too exaggerated.

The quality of the previous song "Water Tune Song Head" is not good.

Not to mention in the context of such a literary gathering.

It's just getting some races on the right track.

It's definitely a one-of-a-kind existence.

Now.

This poem is also extraordinary.

As an impromptu creation.

What the fuck is this?

The reincarnation of Wenqu Xing is similar, right?

The crowd was shocked.

The family members who originally thought he had plagiarized only felt that they had wronged others.

"This guy is amazing."

"There is a level."

"The son-in-law of the old Yu family, I have picked up the treasure of this old guy."

"People really have this connotation."

"Lao Wang has kicked the iron plate this time."

"Just these few words, he may not be able to keep up."

Lin Hao's poems and everyone's discussions came separately.

Wang Xi raised his head in disbelief.

Wang Zizhi also stopped his pen and listened carefully.

At this time.

Lin Hao was in a happy mood.

It's fast, too.

If the two love for a long time

And in the morning and twilight?

Compared with the last "Water Tune Song Head" written about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This song is obviously more likely to infect some of the female family members in the audience.

It doesn't need to be too complicated to parse.

To put it simply.

It's nothing more than time will tell.

Companionship is the most affectionate confession.

People who accompany each other to the end.

It's the right person.

Yu Lanxin was crazy when she wrote.

Put down the pen.

Looking at Lin Hao, his eyes were full of love.

"Good words, good words, the last sentence can be called the finishing touch, which directly lifts the whole poem." Zhang Xinlin touched his beard and couldn't help but praise.

"Now that these two words are out, I am afraid that no one will dare to use the two themes of Mid-Autumn Festival and Qixi Festival in the future."

Liu Hong echoed with a look of enjoyment: "The writing is really fantastic." ”

"This little brother is really powerful, and over time, his achievements are limitless." Wang Xuehai nodded.

"Two poems are enough to last forever." Zheng Yanming said.

The four masters seek truth from facts.

All gave high ratings.

looked at Lin Hao's eyes with surprise.

This age.

This poetic attainment.

Completely unimaginable domineering.

And Wang Zizhi, father and son, haven't finished writing yet.

Immediately froze in place.

Apparently.

It's already a complete abandonment.

Just the words that Lin Hao read out.

No matter how much they write, they can't surpass it.

There is still self-knowledge of this.

"What's the matter, Lao Wang, don't you write it?" Zhang Xinlin saw him stop, and couldn't help but sigh and ask.

"If you don't write it, you can't compare to these little brothers when you write it."

Although Wang Zizhi was angry in his heart, he knew that he was at a loss, so he generously handed the koi fish picture he won in his hand to Lin Hao: "In this game, I lost." ”

"It's just communication, everyone's state is different, you don't have to take it too seriously."

Lin Hao spoke very politely.

But the hands are not idle.

I took it and handed it to Yu Lanxin and said, "For my uncle, take it." ”

Yu Lanxin smiled and nodded.

Dad Yu next to him was in good spirits.

This son-in-law.

It's so sweet.

Master Zheng's picture of a koi fish was so confused.

Everyone thought that was the end of the matter.

Who knew that Wang Xi couldn't stand the situation of being treated as a laughing stock, and suddenly said with a hideous face: "Impossible, this can't be written by him, I don't accept it!" ”

Another roar.

But this time.

The onlookers shook their heads.

This old Wang's child.

Apparently stimulated.

The other party is obviously not an ordinary person.

At this point, there's no point in drilling the horns.

If you don't accept it, you won't accept it.

Why do you have to say that people copied it?

If only it were so easy to copy.

Didn't you see that the four masters were all amazed.

"Wang Xi, okay, don't say it." Wang Zizhi frowned.

"Lin Hao, these two poems you wrote are words, if you are a man, compare poems with me, not five-word quatrains or seven-word quatrains, do you dare?"

Wang Xi ignored his father.

Instead, he continued to shout towards Lin Hao.

"Enough!" Seeing his gaffe, Wang Zizhi frowned and shouted.

"Dad, you leave me alone."

Wang Xi grabbed Lin Hao and continued: "Lin Hao, do you dare to say it?" ”

"Okay, if you are willing to wait and want to take a look, then please ask Master Zhang to draw another proposition."

Lin Hao felt that he was not a step in the clouds.

Can you still say, 'Don't you want to come here?' ’

Heaven will destroy it.

You have to make it crazy first.

If you don't want this last decency.

Just satisfy him.

I pinched 300 Tang poems.

It's not just a casual play.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

It's good to get straight to the end.

His voice just fell.

Everyone present gasped.

He.

Why do you still want to write?

"Good!"

Wang Xi shouted as if grasping a life-saving straw: "This is what I said myself, and I don't regret it." ”

He pulled himself together again.

I want to make a name for myself.

However, now everyone looks at him with only sympathy.

I don't think this kid can afford to lose.

I'm already stunned.

"Lin Hao, are you sure?"

Zhang Xinlin looked at him and asked uncertainly.

"As long as people don't feel like they're losing time." Lin Hao nodded.

"It's okay, let's do it again."

"Quick fix."

"Hurry up and get to the next one."

"Come on, come on."

"At this little brother's speed, it won't take more than twenty minutes to get things done."

Someone was in an uproar.

this occasion.

It's just for fun.

Although they can't get involved.

But what this young man writes is truly extraordinary.

It's also worth listening to it.

"Okay, since everyone has no opinion, then I'll draw another question."

Zhang Xinlin smiled.

In previous years, it was a game of winning and losing.

This year, I have three competitions in poetry.

Reach into the carton again.

This proposition is not a festival.

It's the word "peach blossom".

Looked at.

Everyone is getting ready to continue the simulation.

Who knew that Lin Hao had already opened his mouth.

Faint flying bridge across the field smoke

Ask the fishing boat on the west side of the rock

The peach blossoms flow with the water all day long

Where is the cave in Qingxi?

A poem is read.

Yu Lanxin didn't even have time to write.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

I'm a big slot.

It's not been a minute since this particular proposition unfolded.

That's it?

(End of chapter)