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Including the poet Guo Sujin, who was watching the play at the venue, he also took a photo of Le Dongsheng on stage and posted on Weibo: "Le Dongsheng is already very good, this song "Liuxu" barely reached the excellent level, it is Because of improvisation."

"But I judge that this guy will definitely be a super grandmaster in the poetry world in the future, a grandmaster who is much, much stronger than me and Vanderly."

"As for An Zhi Ruo Su? He is not qualified to compete with Le Dong Sheng at all."

Guo Sujin made a judgment and conclusion.

After several tutors gave their ratings, Qi Fang said: "The Catkins of Ledongsheng is much worse than the previous two songs, but no one is perfect. He is a more real poet like this. Let us do it for you." Let's applaud and cheer for Happy Life."

The crowd burst into warm applause.

On the whole, the poem "Catkins" did not downgrade Ledong's life, but made everyone feel that Ledong's life is more close to the people. After all, it is impossible for people to be perfect.

After the applause ended, Qi Fang looked at the last one, An Zhiruosu, with an expectant smile on her face: "Next, it's the turn of our No. 96 masked contestant, An Zhiruosu."

"His last song "Quiet Night Thoughts" is still unforgettable for me, so this time, can An Zhiruosu maintain his level of impromptu poem reciting by looking at pictures? Is it better than Ledongshengsheng or worse?"

"Next, please focus on No. 96 An Zhiruosu."

After the words fell, the light yellow lamppost enveloped Li An.

Under the light, the expression under his black mask could not be seen, but those eyes were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

"Are you ready? No. 96 is safe."

Li An didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

The big screen in the center of the stage flickered, and a total of 150 five cards appeared.

Li An casually pointed to one, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "That's it."

Although the screen is big, there are too many cards. Other players have detailed down to which row or number, but An Zhiruosu simply said that.

For a moment, Qi Fang was a little confused, and she asked again: "Excuse me, contestant No. 96, do you mean the sixth in the third row?"

Her answer was still a few plain and emotionless words: "Anything is fine."

Qi Fang was a little helpless, but she was already used to belittled in front of An Zhiruosu, so she smiled slightly and said to the audience: "Number 96 An Zhiruosu chose the sixth in the third row, please flop."

After the voice fell, the card was flipped over, and then quickly became larger and occupied the entire huge screen.

on the screen.

A carriage was parked on a small mountain road, winding up the mountain road, with red maple leaves on both sides.In the distance, there are hazy white clouds and faintly visible wooden houses on the horizon.

The whole picture presents a comfortable and natural feeling.

"Please compose a poem according to the content of the screen. The time limit is 2 minutes. Start now." When Qi Fang began to drop the words, the upper right corner of the screen had entered a countdown state.

Drop, drop, drop.

However, after just three seconds.

No. 96 An Zhiruosu spoke.

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Just three seconds later, No. 96 An Zhiruosu spoke.

"It's still a simple poem, let's call it "Mountain Journey"."

"Far away, there is a slanting stone path on the cold mountain, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds."

"Parking and sitting in love with maple trees late, frost leaves are red in February flowers."

When An Zhiruosu read this poem, not many people actually listened carefully.

why?

Because other people write poems after looking at the pictures, thinking for tens of seconds or even when the time is almost up, before composing poems.

An Zhiruo was fine, he wrote poetry in three seconds.

What kind of poetry can be made! ?

Isn't it just a pile of garbage?

The audience present, the audience in front of the TV, and the three mentors present, including Qi Fang, did not listen carefully to An Zhiruosu's poem.

Even after An Zhiruosu finished reading the whole poem, a group of people were still sobbing.

"What are you doing? It takes three seconds to answer the question, and three seconds to write the poem. You are simply insulting the poem."

"An Zhiruo Su, fortunately, I have been looking forward to your reciting poems, I didn't expect your attitude to be so bad, it is really disappointing."

"Why is such a person able to go on stage and go to the finals, and the program team recommended him as a heavyweight player."

"It's really disappointing. I really don't understand why there is such a bad attitude. He doesn't take poetry seriously at all."

The entire stadium has been boiling, and everyone is accusing An Zhiruosu.

Dozens of people even stood up directly, pointing at An Zhiruosu on the stage and swearing.

The three instructors also had gloomy faces.

Professor Luo Bin, the president of the Poetry Association, said with a slumped face: "Contestant No. 96 is calm, no matter whether your poems are good or bad, I hope you have a pious heart for poems, not just perfunctory. "

Su Yuqi also frowned and nodded: "I am willing to give contestant No. 96 another chance to compose poetry again."

Everyone is accusing An Zhiruosu.

Qi Fang, who was standing on the stage, was no exception. She said, "Contestant No. 96, why don't you think about it again, or look at the pictures and think about it before composing a poem?"

"After all, writing poems is different from answering questions. Answering questions is to test your knowledge, but writing poems is to test your application of knowledge."

Even the program group behind the stage, when they heard that An Zhiruosu recited a poem in three seconds, they all shook their heads and sighed, talking to themselves one by one.

"Could it be that he gave up with peace of mind, how could he be so perfunctory."