At this time.

Because of a monkey race thunder thrown by Lin Hao.

The atmosphere in the entire pavilion instantly became unusual.

The expressions of the crowd.

At first, it was as jaw-dropping as copy-paste.

Then one by one, my thoughts froze.

It lasted for about ten seconds.

only to come back to their senses one after another.

Followed by.

They were curious about each other's identities.

Who?

Who is it?

Who the hell is the other party?

This poem.

It's truly amazing.

It can be described in four words.

Ancient and unparalleled!

It's true.

Without the slightest bit of exaggeration.

Throughout the poem.

Unrestrained.

The rhetoric is heroic.

The syntax is bright and changeable.

The structure opens and closes.

A high degree of self-confidence and a complete inferiority complex go hand in hand.

Boundless joy and endless sorrow coexist.

The emotions of mutual confrontation have remained fierce and unrestrained.

During the collision of emotional waves.

But it can give people a dizzy deterrent.

It's the pinnacle!

That's it.

Among the judges, the great poet Yuan Dajun at his peak couldn't write it.

However, now it was created so easily by a young man wearing sunglasses and a mask.

cause

It's actually because of a few tiny hazelnuts

No one may believe what they say.

It's fantastic.

It's just fantastic.

Considering that the other party doesn't look too old.

For a moment.

Everyone secretly thought that this poem was copied.

But soon they denied themselves.

This kind of poem.

If anyone has made it before.

It is impossible to remain in obscurity until now.

"Did you really write this poem?"

Zhang Qi couldn't believe it.

He can accept the appearance of an opponent who is evenly matched.

But he couldn't accept the birth of a genius that he couldn't reach.

So he directly questioned it.

Switch to usual.

He was very impolite when he said that.

Loss of identity.

But at the moment, everyone present didn't feel abrupt.

Because they are skeptical now, too.

Even if the probability of copying is zero.

But it can't really be the young man's own work, right?

If you really have this talent.

Why have you never heard of this person in the circle before?

It doesn't make sense.

"Haha, this poem must be."

"I didn't do it!"

Zhang Xinlin was just about to introduce Lin Hao's identity to everyone.

However, the latter's words were directly given to him to his throat, and he held it back.

Wang Xuehai next to him was stunned.

Neither of them knew what the other was going to do.

Why didn't you do it?

Who else could you have?

"What? Didn't you do it? ”

Lin Hao's sentence seems to have some kind of medicinal effect.

Zhang Qi's eyes not only lit up.

His face also flushed back.

Even the self-confidence that had just been lost was all back for a while.

That arrogant aura slowly permeated the whole body again.

"Yes, I didn't do it."

Lin Hao nodded and repeated it again, and then looked at Yu's father's position: "It was my dad who did it, I just read it on my behalf, right, Dad?" ”

Well?

It was a sudden turn of events.

Dad Yu was a little confused.

How can it be done by him?

He's a fart.

However, Yu's father is not an elm head.

The reaction speed is still very fast.

immediately knew that this was his aunt's decision to hide the identity of the singer.

So he cleared his throat and nodded slightly ruddy in color: "That's right, this song "Will Enter the Wine" was impromptu and composed by me, and I am ugly for you!" ”

Side.

Cen Renguo's face was shocked.

Chen Germany's eyes widened.

I don't know the specifics.

I thought that the expressions of the two of them were shocked by the domineering aura of Dad Yu.

But in fact, what the two of them thought in their hearts was that this old guy was a little Bilian, and he didn't want it.

I just admitted it.

The other side.

Zhang Xinlin and Wang Xuehai are not much better.

It is not light to be transferred by Lin Hao.

But the two of them didn't have a dog to meddle with a mouse.

See through it, don't say it.

"I see."

"No wonder, there's a tall man standing behind him."

"I have a little impression, this is the old editor who left Jindu, right?"

"That's right, Editor Yu has also participated in several poetry meetings, but he didn't make much of a move before, but he didn't expect this time to be a blockbuster."

"It's amazing that an old editor has written such an amazing work."

"This shows that the big hidden in the city."

"But no, if you want me to say, this has something to do with literary precipitation, read more, write more, and when the inspiration comes, it will burst out all at once."

"That's amazing."

The inferiority of human beings is vividly reflected at this time.

If the poem is written by Lin Hao.

The multitude is a hundred who do not believe and a thousand who do not believe.

Subconsciously, seniority will be arranged.

Reluctance to accept that they are losing to young people.

And after changing to Yu's father.

In many places, it is logical.

Fortunately, someone didn't care about that.

The goal is achieved.

It doesn't matter if it's him or Yu's father.

"Okay, the time has come, you shouldn't have any opinion on the selection of the best song "Will Enter the Wine", right?" After being silent for a long time, Zhang Xinlin asked.

There was a collective silence.

Opinion?

Any comments can you have?

It would be strange if this poem didn't give the color head.

Zhang Qi's song "Drunk Between Flowers" is tough enough.

However, in front of this song "Will Enter the Wine", it can only be out of reach.

The two are not at the same level at all.

The ravine in the middle is separated by a long distance.

Nothing to say.

Yu's father rushed up to receive the award.

When I took over "Yuan Long Post".

Both hands trembled a little.

"Lao Yu, if you look back at this calligraphy, you have to borrow it from me and take it home to read for a few days, if you don't give it, you can't do it."

Cen Renguo's eyes were hot for a while.

Last literary meeting was added to this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

This old guy has a lot of good things in his house.

"That's right, Lao Cen has finished reading it, I'll watch it for a few more days." Chen Detong is not to be left behind.

But where is Yu's father willing to do it.

Stuff is lent out.

I'm afraid I won't be able to come back.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

He didn't refuse.

I'm afraid these two guys will do it.

can only be appeased first.

Cen Renguo and Chen Detong are not stupid.

Just face perfunctory.

The two of them did not panic at all.

If you can run a monk, you can't run to the temple.

"I was convinced of this one, but in the next one, I hope your father and son can keep it."

In between breaks.

Zhang Qi didn't forget to taunt Lin Hao in front of him.

The memory of smashing nuts has been forgotten completely.

But now it's all replaced by the picture of the spelling father.

Plainly.

Still can't look at it.

"As you wish."

Lin Hao's answer was very brief.

Zhang Qi nodded.

With a sneer, he walked away.

Yu Lanxin came over at this time and smiled: "You really dare to say that I was startled by you just now, and I was afraid that my father didn't know what was going on and couldn't catch it." ”

"It's okay, Dad can't catch me and come back, bite the bullet, they don't have evidence anyway." Lin Hao said with a smile.

"It's a really well-written poem."

Yu Lanxin praised: "I feel that with your strength, you can be a great gentleman in the literary world." ”

"Come on."

Lin Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I am already wearing many hats now, and if I develop in the literary world, I am afraid that you will have to stay alone in the empty room in the future." ”

"Talking nonsense again."

Yu Lanxin hammered him on the shoulder.

Lin Hao, hey, hey, straight.

After a while.

The fifth writer, the famous poet Yuan Dajun, couldn't sit still.

Took out his own lottery head.

A beautiful inkstone carved out of stone.

Not the usual black.

Some are purple.

It looks pretty good.

"This is a piece of modern inkstone that I won the bid for 250,000 yuan at the auction before, called "Rui Beast", taken from the old pit, delicate and moist, and it is a rare boutique."

Yuan Dajun thought while introducing: "As for the topic, just take the word 'Acacia', and everyone is free to play." ”

The crowd nodded.

Difficulty?

It's still the same.

Decent way.

They're the same as before.

They all bowed their heads and pondered.

There were a few fast gunners who didn't think about it.

I just took the stock and went up.

However, Yuan Dajun didn't like it too much.

Until Zhou Peiwen came out.

I was moved.

The car is far away, and the horse is longing

Junyou East and Shandong Fudong

Ander flies to the west wind

May I be like the stars and the moon

The night is bright

The moon is temporarily obscure, and the stars are always bright

Leave it for the moon to return

Three-five total surplus

It's a very powerful word.

Write acacia at a distance.

It's a time of passage again.

Under the overlap.

I just feel emotionally profound.

Touching.

But the crowd didn't hold back.

I still take out my own works one by one.

Zhang Qi felt that the time was almost up.

It's time for you.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the masked man.

I didn't expect the other party to come over.

This is

Again?

Zhang Qi paused.

He wanted to continue to see how this guy was fighting his father.

"What's the situation?"

"Editor Yu made another song over there?"

"Isn't it, so productive today?"

"That's amazing."

"Inspiration is coming, I can't stop it."

"According to this situation, I'm afraid that Editor Yu will be able to enter the Writers' Association after a while."

"Haha, listen first."

"The song is called 'A Cut of Plums.'"

Lin Hao opened his mouth and said, "It's better for me to chant on my father's behalf." ”

"Okay."

Yuan Dajun smiled.

Didn't think much about it.

It's all about this young man who loves to be in the limelight.

But Zhang Xinlin, Wang Xuehai and Yu's father have their own ideas.

The former didn't know what medicine was sold in Lin Hao's gourd.

The latter didn't expect the child to come up with another song for him.

Excitement can't be.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn

Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone

Who in the clouds sent the brocade book

When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building

The flowers float and the water flows freely

One lovesickness, two sorrows

There is no way to eliminate this

I frowned, but I was on my heart

This one.

It's more powerful than the previous ones.

Even if she thinks that she has written very well this time, Zhou Peiwen.

After hearing the word.

They couldn't help but clench their fists.

Not to mention others.

The euphemistic and poignant words express 'things are not people' transparently.

The words "only down" and "but up" are simply wonderful.

Turn sincere feelings from outward to introverted.

Rapid mood changes break the pretend calm state of mind.

The pain of lovesickness is extremely real and moving.

(End of chapter)