"I find that you have changed." Zhou Xingjian said to Zhou Wan.
What was Zhou Wan like in the past?
She didn't bother to argue with them. If they said anything that made her unhappy, she would just walk away and fight back.
And now, they refuse to give in words.
Especially, he couldn't bear to hear any bad words about Chen Xian, because if he heard them, he would immediately turn hostile.
Faster than turning the pages of a book.
Zhou Wan sneered: "You provoked me first."
Zhou Xingjian didn't bother to argue with her and watched the game with peace of mind.
The atmosphere in the hall has become more lively than before.
However, many people also felt a sense of solemnity.
The appearance of No. 108 cast a shadow on everyone's psychology.
Zhang Hongting immediately adjusted his mindset and began to produce the work that he had spent the longest time polishing.
It just got a score of nine points as soon as it was projected onto the big screen!
Yao Duoer breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.
Zhang Hongting's work is a lyric, and its quality can be considered excellent, but Chen Xian thinks that giving it a score of 9 is a bit exaggerated.
But he reflected later.
There is also a gap between nine points.
They can get nine points, which is their ceiling, they can only get nine points.
I got nine points because that was all I had.
Shaking his head, Shen Xian then fell into deep thought, preparing to write the third poem.
The big screen began to broadcast continuously.
"Player No. 45, earned 8 points."
"Player No. 89, earned 7 points."
"Player No. 166, earned 6 points."
Which poem should I write?
Shen Xian thought for a long time, then raised his head and got it.
That is one of the five poems in "Visiting Dongting Lake" by the great poet Li Bai.
The autumn waters of South Lake are smokeless at night.
Naike can ride the current straight up to the sky.
Let's go to Dongting Lake to enjoy the moonlight.
Take the boat to buy wine to the edge of the white clouds.
The first sentence describes the scenery, the second sentence develops wonderful ideas, and indirectly expresses the charm of the moonlight.
The last two lines describe the joy of boating on the lake, admiring the moon and drinking wine.
The word "she" brings the moonlight to life and personifies nature, making it very intimate.
When this poem appeared on the big screen, the entire screen was occupied by this poem!
Everyone who saw this scene tilted their heads back and watched quietly.
Number 108, three Arabic numerals, extremely eye-catching!
“The imagination is peculiar, the language is extremely unique, and full of emotion,” Shen Tunan said in admiration.
"What a great word 'credit'! It's really amazing! How could you think of using this word? It's so romantic." Song Yiyao's beautiful eyes were bright. "Is it you?"
Only a romantic person can write such sentimental poems, right?
When Zhou Xingjian saw it, he was speechless for a long time, and then he carefully wrote down the poem in his notebook.
After finishing writing, he sighed and said, "Who is the author of this poem?"
"I'm not as good as him!"
There are really not many people who can make the great writer Zhou Xingjian admit defeat.
Zhou Xingjian was extremely impressed at this moment. No matter whether No. 108 was a team or an individual, he already admired them extremely.
If it is a team, then this team can gather three such masters, which is also invincible.
By then, we will have a chance of winning the traditional battle against the southern barbarians.
It would be even more terrifying if No. 108 was not a team but an individual!
What kind of brain can accommodate all this?
Wen Cangyu compared the song "Manchuan Qingmeng Yaxinghe" that Chen Xian had given him before with this one, and finally found that there was no comparison.
Both poems are strong, both are romantic, and both are full of imagination.
Shen Tunan couldn't put this poem down. His first love was poetry, and his second love was wine.
This poem included both of his two hobbies, and he felt it was very consistent with the scene when he visited Dongting Lake in the autumn of that year.
The announcer started: "No. 108, "Visiting Dongting Lake", scored nine points!"
Nine points again!
"Who is this No. 108? Come out so we can see him!" someone shouted.
But Shen Xian did not say anything, because this would be breaking the rules of the literary gathering.
You are not allowed to reveal your identity until the third stage.
The ranking immediately appeared on the big screen: No. 108, with a total score of 27 points.
He got 27 points with just three poems, which is unprecedented!
The key is that we still don’t know where his limit is.
Yao Duoer was a little nervous: "Could it be that there is no hope for the champion of this literary gathering?"
Zhang Hongting sighed deeply: "If No. 108 continues to maintain a high level, then we have no hope."
Wu Zhe said: "I don't think we need to be so pessimistic. I don't believe that No. 108 can produce such high-quality works in the future!"
Wang Jie took out his phone and said, "Don't forget, there is still the second stage. Behind us, there is a huge think tank waiting for the question bank to release questions at any time."
After talking for a while, everyone started writing the fourth poem.
Zhang Hongting gritted his teeth and took out another seven-character quatrain, which he had kept in preparation for the war against the Southern Barbarians, but now, he had to take it out in advance.
A lake of fresh green rising in spring,
Willow trees hang over the waves and fish under the painted bridge.
The egrets do not know the vastness of the clouds and waters,
Still carrying the morning light up to the blue sky.
As soon as this poem appeared, it immediately scored nine points!
Yao Duoer said with great admiration: "Professor Zhang is as invincible as ever!"
Zhang Hongting did not relax and said, "Wait for No. 108."
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