The system sent me C to debut

After hearing this, Zhao Feng almost fell off the chair,
He was dumbfounded,

"Did Zhuang Yan write this on the spot?"

This guy can actually write poetry?
And it seems to be on the same level as Teacher Wang Guoan?
At this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly felt his heart beating violently,
He suddenly began to wonder if he made a mistake in this move?

Somewhere in China,
Cui Cailiang put the freshly brewed tea into his mouth,

In the next second, I heard Zhuang Yan's voice coming from the screen,
Cui Cailiang was stunned,

The hand shakes slightly,
The boiling hot tea splashed out along the trembling arc,
"Ow!"

"hiss--"

Cui Cailiang was caught off guard by the hot tea,

The back of the thin hand was red,
But he couldn't care less about his hands at this moment,
Because his eyes were glued to the TV right now.

Zhuang Yan's "Yuan Ri" shocked him.

"Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old talismans every day."

"Good poetry! Good poetry!"

Cui Cailiang murmured and repeated these two lines of poetry several times,
Then clap your hands and cry,
brighten your eyes,

"Old woman! Bring the pen and paper!"

Cui Cailiang exclaimed excitedly,

Two minutes later, Cui Cailiang neatly wrote the poem on the paper,
Pick it up and appreciate it carefully,
Looking at the poem in my hand,
He suddenly felt that his handwriting was a little scribbled,

I always feel that this poem is not worthy of me.

Netizens in the live broadcast room became excited for a while,
Wang Guoan was stunned for a while before he realized,
"Young man Zhuang, did you really write this poem?"

Wang Guoan blurted out,

His expression was full of excitement.

This sentence has changed in the mouth of netizens.

Could it be that you still suspect that Zhuang Yan copied this poem?
Some self-proclaimed 'literateists' netizens began to make use of the topic,

"The level of this young man's poem seems to be better than that of Wang Laobi?"

"It always feels unreal? Zhuang Yan is only in his early twenties, and he has never heard of him writing poetry before? How could he write such a profound poem in a few minutes?"

"It's not that I'm sour! Although Zhuang Yan is talented, I always feel that this poem doesn't look like he wrote it,"

"It's hard to put it bluntly. Even Cui Lao from the Huaguo Poetry Association, it is a bit difficult to write such a level of poetry in a short period of time on the spot, right? How could a young man in his early twenties blurt out?"

There are a few people in the live broadcast room,

On weekdays, I like to immerse myself in these poems and words,
They boast that they know a little bit about poetry,

At this moment, none of them wanted to believe that this poem was improvised by Zhuang Yan.
make it clear

They just don't want to admit it,
Zhuang Yan, an "outsider", is better than them,

This is the common denominator of human nature,
I can not do it,

But I don't want to see other people better than me.

Zhuang Yan took a closer look,
Seeing these questioning comments,

Scratching his head,
At this time,

Ding!
"System task: Detect that the host has been questioned, ask the host to prove himself and convince the audience in the live broadcast room."

"Mission reward: thirty points."

"Reminder: If the task fails, the advanced poetry skills will be withdrawn."

Zhuang Yan: "???"

"No, system, why are you out to join in the fun at this time?"

"Master, I just want to watch the show quietly, but the sky doesn't follow my will"

"I star you star!"

Zhuang Yan looked helpless,
In fact, he didn't care about other people's doubts at all.
After all, he also knew in his heart,

If according to your own strength,
I can't write such a poem by myself.

What others say is other people's business,
Difficult to reach,

As long as he is happy,
Anyway, they don't give money.

But at this time, the system sounded,

He has to figure out a way to complete the task.

Immediately, Zhuang Yan smiled and said,
"In fact, writing poetry does not depend on age or expertise. Everyone has their own perception of things."

"I don't rely on this for a living, so there is absolutely no need for me to lie about this, absolutely unnecessary."

"Since everyone still has some doubts about my poem, let's do this, then I will write another one,"

"Mr. Wang will come up with the subject matter. Mr. Wang, can I trouble you?"

For Wang Guoan,
Zhuang Yan chose to subconsciously ignore the bit of disdain he had for him at the beginning,
After all, literati,
More or less have a little temper.

Listening to Zhuang Yan's words,

Wang Guoan was taken aback,
Then he laughed,

"Okay, since little brother Zhuang said so, then I'll be the questioner once."

"But Zhuang Yan, don't take it lightly! I'm about to start having problems!"

Wang Guoan had a smile on his face,
This time, he was a little more sincere and kind than at the beginning.

Wang Guoan suddenly became interested in Zhuang Yan,
This young man has a feeling that people can't see through,

The song "Yuan Ri" is as good as his,

But he knew that this poem had much deeper meaning than his own.

This young man is not simple!

He wanted to see what kind of amazing poems Zhuang Yan could come up with.

Wang Guoan pondered for a while and said,

"Then write a poem with the theme of nostalgia and homesickness!"

homesickness,

This theme is very rare in the poetry circle of this world,
To be precise,

It is a rare good work,
Homesick poems written by many people,

Emotions can easily go astray,

not able to grasp well,

Therefore, there are relatively few poems in this aspect,
The reason why Wang Guoan chose this subject is that

because he wanted to see,
Such an unpopular subject,
What an amazing work Zhuang Yan can produce.

As soon as this topic came out,
Some netizens who had a little understanding of poetry were stunned,
"Poetry on this subject is rare!"

"Teacher Wang wants Zhuang Yan to challenge him!"

"Isn't it a bit difficult? It is said that few people can well grasp the feelings of homesickness in poetry."

"It's really not easy, but I'm looking forward to it. I don't know if Zhuang Yan can make a different work."

Zhuang Yan heard Wang Guoan's words,
My brain started to work fast,
All kinds of words and knowledge flashed through my mind,
After half a minute,

Zhuang Yan spoke,
His expression changed seriously,
"Moonlight in front of the bed"

"Suspected to be frost on the ground"

"Looking up at the moon"

"Bow your head and think about your hometown"

As soon as this five-character quatrain comes out,
All the audience in the two live broadcast rooms were stunned for a moment,
After a few seconds, everyone was shocked!

What a "raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head to think of your hometown"!
When Wang Guoan heard this poem,
frown slightly,

Zhuang Yan recited four poems in a calm tone,

It gave everyone an illusion when they first heard it,
When the poems first came to my ears, I just felt flat.

Taste it carefully but find that it has a unique taste,
Everyone seemed to see a picture in front of their eyes.
A man who is alone in a foreign land,
Working hard for a living during the day,
at night,

Seeing the moonlight shining through the windowsill,

There were waves of missing my hometown in my heart.