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"Editor Yu is really doing something great today. Another beautifully crafted farewell poem. Is he going to win two games in a row?"

"Absolutely. With such good words, ordinary poems may be difficult to match."

"The whole sentence has clear colors and rich imagery, which highlights the misery of lovesickness and a slight hint of bitterness. It is really exquisite."

"The artistic conception is cool and secluded, quite fairy-like."

"Flowers float and water flows. This sentence is really a wonderful expression of flowers. It is not only a natural phenomenon, but also a human symbol of joys and sorrows. It uses scenes to describe emotions."

"In this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, Editor Yu will steal the show."

"It is indeed well written. These two poems are selected as the best works so far."

Literati's reaction to this poem.

Although it's not as intense as when I listened to "Will Enter the Wine".

But the voices of approval and the eyes of admiration were not lacking at all.

Talking and talking.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding.

Everyone clattered and cooperated.

This sensational scene.

Father Yu was in high spirits instantly.

The whole thing is like a sauna.

Not only did his face gradually turn rosy.

Even the pores of the whole body are opened.

That's called comfort.

That's called exciting.

That's a contentment.

Participating in this poetry meeting has been scattered and scattered.

But they are often in it as spectators.

There is no real sense of participation at all.

It's more about watching other people fight with gods.

But today is different.

The child's two poems directly brought him to unprecedented heights.

Father Yu is not a person who is greedy for vanity.

But can doing something for a child be called vanity?

Obviously not.

To this.

Two old friends, Cen Renguo and Chen Detong, were speechless and envious.

Invisibly.

The two of them had already made up their minds.

In the future, their own children will be the object.

Don't expect the other half to be as good as Xiao Hao.

But it must have half the strength of the opponent.

Or talented.

Or be able to earn money to support your family.

others.

Never consider it!

not far away.

Zhang Qi's complexion, which he finally recovered, completely collapsed again.

Once again, he was stunned and burned out.

He originally wanted to use his work to slap this guy in the face with his father.

Get back the face of playing.

But it just backfired.

The level of the opponent's father is really amazing.

This is a lovesick poem full of coolness.

Just listen once.

Zhang Qi knew that he was not someone he could look upon.

He was crushed before he played.

It made him feel extremely depressed now.

But Zhang Qi is not afraid either.

I saw the look in the teacher's eyes as he handed it over.

He walked straight forward.

Thousands and thousands of maple leaves

The river bridge shades the evening sail

Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River

Day and night flow eastward without rest

soon.

Zhang Qi read out his poem.

I don’t know if it’s due to a guilty conscience.

The sound is not as loud as before.

Everyone listened and savored it a little.

The writing is good.

But it is completely inferior to the two songs by Zhou Peiwen and Editor Yu.

It is even indistinguishable from some other poems.

In their view.

No suspense.

Editor Yu’s chances of winning are particularly good.

Let’s not say 100%.

He must be in his seventies or eighties.

However, at this moment, Yuan Dajun suddenly said: "As for the works in this section, the lyrics written by Editor Yu and Miss Zhou should be the best. But I personally prefer more poems, so I don't think this one by Zhang Qi is the best." Oh no, it’s really embarrassing how to choose.”

Um?

Very embarrassed?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

What's so embarrassing about this.

It doesn't matter if it's Zhou Peiwen.

The problem is that Editor Yu is not even a little bit ahead.

What is Teacher Yuan talking about?

Everyone suddenly looked confused.

However, some smart people among them soon figured out the key point.

Teacher Yuan

This is a biased approach.

Zhang Qi is his disciple.

I definitely want the other side to win this game.

But I didn’t expect Editor Yu and Zhou Peiwen to write it so well.

Because the quality gap between the two parties' works is too big.

He couldn't force Zhang Qi.

So I just found an excuse for liking poetry.

But the problem is too obvious.

Not to mention that the literati can’t stand it.

Even the judges Zhang Xinlin, Wang Xuehai and Zhao Qinglong frowned.

When you asked questions, you said you should use your free will.

Now they have written it.

He also said that he likes poetry.

Zhang Qi was forcefully dragged in.

There is no such thing.

Several people felt that Yuan Dajun was a little excessive.

But in the final analysis, who wins this competition is decided by the individual judges who set the questions.

The subjective factor is indeed relatively large.

It's not easy for them to say anything.

After all, if Yuan Dajun is determined to give Zhang Qi the lottery.

No one can stop it.

It's nothing more than a face issue.

"Haha, Teacher Yuan, don't be embarrassed, it really doesn't work, let these three people play another round!" Suddenly a mysterious person shouted in cooperation.

"Isn't this not good?"

Hear the words.

Yuan Dajun pretended to be embarrassed: "Or I'd better choose one."

"What's wrong, we all want to watch it again."

The man continued to yell loudly: "Is everyone saying that?"

"That's right."

"Add one more round."

"It's better to do it again."

“True gold is not afraid of fire.”

"agree."

"bring it on."

Some insiders felt unworthy of Editor Yu.

I feel that Yuan Dajun went too far this time.

But those who don't know only know how to follow the booing and rhythm.

It doesn’t matter who suffers or not.

He immediately agreed.

Lin Hao watched with emotion.

Shameless is not scary.

The scary thing is that shameless people are literate.

It's very difficult to deal with.

This is where he is.

If it had been anyone else.

I'm afraid that even the duck that reaches the mouth will be picked out by the other party.

The means are too despicable.

"Editor Yu, what do you think of Miss Zhou?" At this time, Yuan Dajun borrowed the donkey from the slope and asked the two of them.

"I am no match for Editor Yu."

Zhou Peiwen shook her head and said: "If Teacher Yuan is interested, let the two of them compete."

Argument.

She lost herself.

Even if an opportunity suddenly appears.

But she didn't want it.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on.

I won’t join in the fun anymore.

Dad Yu was very angry.

I originally wanted to refuse it.

Let the old guy make his own choice.

But Xiao Hao nodded towards her.

Finally he swallowed his nerve and agreed.

"Then just listen to everyone."

"Okay, then it will only be a quarter of an hour. The topic remains the same. Editor Yu will compete with Zhang Qi in another round." Yuan Dajun said cheerfully.

But he just finished speaking.

Before Zhang Qi next to him could be happy.

Lin Hao walked over blankly again.

"What a coincidence, Teacher Yuan, my dad actually wrote more than one piece just now. Since it's an extra competition, I'll read them all," he said.

boom!

As soon as these words came out.

The place exploded instantly.

Just that quarter of an hour.

Wrote more than one song?

Oh My God.

So strong?

Everyone looked at Dad Yu again.

There was a little admiration in his eyes.

However, Yuan Dajun and Zhang Qi's master and apprentice had not yet completely relaxed their expressions.

After hearing this sentence.

It solidified instantly.

"Ah, okay. Just read it." Yuan Dajun said with a stunned expression.

Lin Hao didn't hesitate.

Recite it immediately.

Light a lamp at the bottom of the well and hold a candle deep in the well

Gong Lang Chang Xing Mo Go

Linglong Dice An Hongdou

I miss you deeply, do you know?

There is no advance brewing.

He is not as expressive as Zhang Qi.

Lin Hao just read it in a neither salty nor bland tone.

But there was no need for him to add any icing on the cake with his voice.

After hearing the verse.

Everyone felt the splendor and splendor of it.

Wait for them to taste it carefully.

This feeling is even stronger.

Eyes widened.

Mouth slightly open.

It's basic courtesy.

What's more.

The pupils shrank continuously.

transfixed.

Yuan Dajun's Adam's apple moved.

Zhang Qi's body swayed slightly.

Use the dice to represent your feelings of lovesickness.

What the hell kind of fairy verse is this?

"This poem is called "Xintiansheng Willow Branch Ci", which is Teacher Yuan's preferred poetry style. Oh, by the way, there is also a poem called "Rain Beats Pear Blossoms"."

Lin Hao paused and said, "Let's take it out together and let everyone taste it."

hiss~

besides?

Everyone was frightened.

I just feel horrible and abnormal.

Unparalleled words and excellent poetry.

It's not the end yet.

Is it possible that Editor Yu is the reincarnation of the Immortal Poetry today?

The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed

Forgot youth, missed youth

Who cares about enjoying the pleasures?

Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon

Worry gathers on the eyebrows and makes the sun frown

Thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks

Look at the sky at dawn, look at the clouds at dusk

I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit down

Lin Hao ignored their expressions.

Continue your performance.

When this poem is finished.

Everyone at the scene felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Especially the last sentence of "I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit".

My head was buzzing.

Yuan Dajun suddenly felt that the chair was a little hot on his buttocks.

Moved.

But it's still not very comfortable.

It was so uncomfortable.

Not to mention Zhang Qi.

Three souls remain.

Lost seven souls.

After subconsciously taking two steps back.

He looked at Lin Hao.

He looked at Father Yu again.

I just felt like I had provoked two devils at the same time.

How come things have gone so well and developed to this point?

"My dad composed this on the spot. In fact, he also wrote a lot of poems about 'lovesickness' at home before."

After taking out the two poems, Lin Hao still felt a little unfinished and said, "I just don't know if Teacher Yuan still wants to hear it?"

"ah?"

Yuan Dajun was in a dilemma at this time.

listen?

The better the other party writes.

His face was slapped harder and harder.

Do not listen?

How can these people down here be willing to do anything?

"Listen."

"One more song."

"must."

"Teacher Yuan, please agree quickly."

"There's nothing to hesitate about."

"Must listen!"

Everyone booed.

Yuan Dajun had no choice but to nod his head with difficulty and said: "Then you should read another song."

As a teacher.

He has done everything he can.

But face this scene.

It's really hard to do anything.

Now he can't wait to throw the inkstone directly to the other party.

At this moment, I don't want to suffer this inhuman mental torture again.

Compared to what?

Compare it to what?

Take out this random song.

Zhang Qi doesn't even have half a chance of winning.

He just wanted to bring the two back to the same starting line and let his lover fight.

But now.

There's really no need for this.

"Okay, this poem is called "Lovesickness", I hope Teacher Yuan will like it."

Lin Hao smiled.

The trio will be completed immediately.

Red Bean Raw Nanguo

Spring comes and sends a few branches

May you pick more

This thing loves me the most

Thunder is coming.

No one can escape intact.

The scholar's face was already numb with shock.

The judges all stood up.

Dad Yu had the urge to sing a song.

Yu Lanxin looked at her man with eyes full of admiration.

Lin Hao glanced at Zhang Qi.

When the opponent stepped back, he staggered and almost fell.

Fortunately, I reached out and held onto the table to stand firm.

The game is not over yet.

But it has ended.

Wow!

There was silence for a moment.

applause.

The strength has never been greater.

The sound seemed to lift off the roof of this Liangxuan.

The poem was read by Lin Hao.

But at this moment.

Father Yu's reputation has never been higher.