My skin is invincible

Chapter 178
Han Ye Shenghua is a bit of a bad guy. He nodded deliberately and praised deliberately: "It seems that you are very good. You have written it in such a short time. It is really exciting."

This guy is trying to kill people, and deliberately praised Su Xun. Everyone understands a truth, the higher the praise, the worse it will be if you turn around and throw it down.

He is now able to determine the level of poetry written in a few minutes.

Maybe it was a few words that were forcibly pieced together, probably not even poetry, and he will make fun of him in a while.

And the veteran writer of the Writers Association who spoke for Su Xun at the beginning is still very optimistic about Su Xun. Su Xun's previous articles made him recognize Su Xun's talent.

I just heard the old author say: "Young man, show me your poems."

Su Xun didn't hesitate, and handed him the manuscript paper directly.

The old author helped his huge eyes and looked carefully. His expression became more and more solemn, which made people feel a little strange.

It's obviously just a poem, and it should take about ten seconds to finish reading it, but he read it for several minutes, as if he was still thinking about it.

He didn't say a word, but the expression on his face was wonderful.

Finally he spoke: "Young man, did you really write it?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can check it online, I definitely wrote it myself." Su Xun said confidently.

This kind of thing came to him casually without any effort, but when he actually searched for it online, he felt it was a waste of time.

The old author was a little excited, only to hear him suddenly say: "Well, I have never seen such a good poem, you are indeed a literary genius!"

Hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but be very surprised, and they said to themselves, what kind of writing is it that can be praised so well?Did you get paid?

The old author said again: "Let me read it to you. You will understand it after listening to it."

mother humble as moss

Solemn as the morning light

Soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River

Hard as a thousand-year-old jade

When raising eyes

She is Haohao Mingyue
bowed his head

She is the vast earth
"hiss----"

After the last word was read, the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously different. Some were shocked, intoxicated, and unbelievable.

The people present, regardless of the students, besides the writers from the Writers Association, there are also Chinese teachers. Everyone has the most basic literary literacy.

When I heard this poem, I was shocked. The level of this poem is definitely quite high. Anyone can hear it. It is estimated that if it is taken out to participate in the competition, it will easily win the prize.

It was precisely because they heard how awesome this poem was that everyone felt that it couldn't have been written by a high school student. It was really incredible.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. It was shocking that a high school student could write such a high-level poem.

Some people have even taken out their mobile phones and started to search online.

It is very convenient now, as long as you enter the first sentence, basically as long as there is something on the Internet, even if it is a few words similar, it will be found out for you immediately.

However, after searching for it, the person shook his head and then said: "It's not available online, so I can be sure it's original."

"hiss--"

For a while, everyone couldn't calm down anymore. Looking at Su Xun's eyes, it was like looking at a monster, it was too scary.

As for whether it was written by him before and suddenly used now, it doesn't matter when I say it.

As long as he can write it, no matter how much time he spends, it shows that he has this level. Many people give him a lifetime, but he just can't find this feeling.

In this way, no one would dare to underestimate Su Xun. This student in Linjiang No. [-] Middle School is not easy.

Zhang Tianze was even more excited. If he had known that Su Xun was at this level, what would he have been worried about just now? It made him worry in vain.

Su Xun is quite satisfied with the current effect. If you are pretentious, this effect is the best, it is simply comfortable.

At the same time, Su Xun glanced at Han Ye Shenghua again, the expression on this guy's face was a little more exciting, Su Xun said directly: "How about it, what do you think of my poem?"

Han Ye Shenghua's complexion kept changing, turning blue and white for a while, he was indeed slapped in the face today, from the heart, the poem written by this young man is much better than the one he just wrote.

He was still complacent and felt that he was awesome, but Su Xun gave him a fatal blow.

He admitted it in his heart, but he would not admit it with his mouth. If he admitted it, where should he put his face? You must know that he is a public figure.

I only heard Han Yesheng Hua said in a sarcastic way: "Not bad, the writing is indeed not bad."

Su Xun felt a little boring. This guy is trying to save face and suffer, and he is not willing to admit that his level is relatively high.

But it doesn't matter now, Su Xun has already proved his strength, and it is in front of everyone, so he doesn't need to be recognized by others.

The old author was quite angry. I heard him say: "Who just said that the things written by others have no depth? I think it is much deeper than the poem just now."

Everyone knew that he was criticizing the flowers on a cold night, but they felt that what he said seemed to make some sense. This poem was indeed written by Su Xun.

First of all, it is very neat, and secondly, through a few sentences of description, it immediately shows the various characteristics of maternal love in a very three-dimensional way.

After reading it once, you can feel all the depth and tenderness in it. The level is so high that it makes people feel ashamed.

Han Ye Shenghua was slapped in the face like crazy today, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but he didn't know what to say to retort, which was the most annoying thing.

The old author said: "If this is the case, I think the first prize should go to this classmate, and there is no problem in taking this poem as a competition entry."

Surprisingly, no one refuted this time. Su Xun successfully silenced all those who questioned him with a poem.

Han Yeshenghua was speechless, let alone other people, the final award changed, and Su Xun deservedly won No.1.

At this time, other schools were so depressed that they finally found an opportunity to mock Linjiang No. [-] Middle School.

But it hasn't been a while, and the number one belongs to someone else again, which is really too bitter.

(The two poems I wrote are all excerpts from some of the author's favorite poems, and the author does not have such a high level of compiling poems.

In fact, the two capitals are very good, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, it is purely for the needs of the plot, so don't spray if you don't like it. )
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