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"Young Master Bin, your move is much better than mine. If you ask Hu Boyan and Liu Henglai to fight a poem surnamed He, how can he not lose?"

Zhang Jiale watched the three of them take the stage, and was already looking forward to the embarrassing scene of He Xuan taking pictures with a sign saying "I lost" after losing.

After all, this is impromptu poetry on the spot!

Even a real great poet may not be able to write good works, let alone He Xuan.

Otherwise, there would not have been so many stories about using "impromptu poetry writing" to make things difficult for people in ancient times, and the most famous one is Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

Of course, the Poetry Association does not have such high requirements for impromptu poetry writing, and everyone is required to write it within a few steps.

Instead, give pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and write it out within 10 minutes, which is considered as improvisation on the spot.

At this time, on the stage, because Hu Boyan and Liu Heng came on stage to compete with He Xuan for poetry, other poets who wanted to perform on the stage also all wisely dared not participate.

A special staff brought up three tables with high-quality rice paper, pens and ink, and placed them in front of the three of He Xuan.

"The theme of impromptu poetry writing this time is [Love], since the three of you want to fight poetry! There is a limit of 10 minutes, and now the timer starts..."

As the author of the question, Secretary-General Cai Pin pressed the timer, and the focus of the audience was once again on the stage.

As for the strength of Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, everyone is very clear. Both of them are "creative" talented and prolific poets. Hu Boyan even set a record of creating a collection of poems in a week.

However, none of the people present, including Qin Kelan, had ever seen the poems written by He Xuan, and even... they never knew that there was such a person in the poetry circle in Shenghai City.

"It's over! It's over... The poem I wrote is short and simple, it's obviously of average level, and it can't stand on the stage at all. This time... He Xuan will definitely lose."

Qin Kelan, who knew He Xuan's confidence well, fell into deep worry again.

"Ke Lan, what's the matter with you? There's no need to worry so much! Maybe, Mr. He suddenly possessed Li Bai, and came up with such a masterpiece that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods?" Li Huanhuan smiled and comforted Qin Kelan. .

"Huanhuan, don't be joking. He is no match for the two poets, Hu Boyan and Liu Heng!"

Shaking her head, Qin Kelan couldn't help but took out her mobile phone to check the balance of her bank card. It was more than 4000 yuan, I don't know... Is it enough to cover the front page of the newspaper for He Xuan?

"It's interesting that Hu Boyan and Liu Heng want to compete with Mr. He in poetry."

Qiu Boren, director of the Poetry Association, was also interested. He highly recognized He Xuan's violin level, but what about writing poems?He also wanted to see... What kind of poems can He Xuan write?

"Boren, thanks to Mr. He's coming today, our Poetry Association is really lively! But, why have I never heard of it, there is still such a number one figure as Mr. He in the poetry circle in Shenghai City? What do you think of Mr. He?" Can you win?"

Yuan Bofu, chairman of the Poetry Association, also stroked his long beard, and said with a surprised smile.

"Chairman Yuan! Hu Boyan and Liu Heng's poems have already surpassed us old guys. Mr. He is so young, it is not easy for him to have such a profound violin attainment in such a short period of time. I'm afraid In terms of poetry, that is just the beginning.”

Obviously, Qiu Boren was not optimistic about He Xuan. He pointed to the stage and said with a smile, "Look, Hu Boyan and Liu Heng have already started to use their pens like flying, but Mr. He is still holding the pen, hanging on..."

Indeed, as Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, who had already known the theme, they had already written their own poems before going on stage.

The 10 minutes of being on stage now are just transcribing the prepared poems on the spot, which naturally gives people a feeling of swift brushwork and creative thinking.

Look at He Xuan's side again. He walked up to the stage very confidently, but when he saw that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were being brought up, and the brush in his hand... he was immediately stunned.

Because... he can't write with a brush at all!

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[ps: I am hardworking!Still working hard to code words, the second one will be sent!Weakly ask for a recommendation ticket!Everyone can guess, what kind of poem will the protagonist want to write? 】

Chapter 12 Only fools can't see it!

In elementary school's brush class, He Xuan just scribbled graffiti.

After entering middle school and high school, there is no rigid requirement for brush calligraphy. Except for the general students who go to the brush calligraphy interest class, there are really very few students who can write brush calligraphy.

"This is so embarrassing! I can't... Tell them now, let them bring me a ballpoint pen? Doing so... It's a bargain!"

With a writing brush in hand, He Xuan dared not write a single word on the rice paper, after all...although he could write a character if he wanted to, but it was definitely a ghost drawing!

Moreover, He Xuan hasn't figured out yet, what kind of poem should he write?

There are many poems about love. From ancient times to the present, love is an eternal topic that cannot be avoided by human beings.

Write ancient poems?

How about a song by Su Dongpo, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it without thinking about it"?

This song seems to be mourning for his deceased wife. On this occasion... it seems a bit out of harmony!

Write a poem "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud"?

Or is it the recent very popular "Wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will never be apart"?

He Xuan looked at the [Empty Paper (Poetry Edition)] in the virtual space, and there were too many choices for him.

Moreover, almost every one of them is a classic poem that can be handed down as a textbook in the world!

In addition to ancient and modern times, as long as the poems you fancy are written on this [facility paper], they will be elevated and then completely belong to you.

However, this is often the case with people. When there are more choices, it is more difficult to make choices.

When the whole world's poetry library is in front of He Xuan, he doesn't know what poem to write.

And the time for writing Dou Shi was only 10 minutes, and it passed quickly.

Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, who had finished creating, spread out the rice paper on their desk and blew it.

"Time is up! Three, we will ask you to recite your poems in order from left to right?" Secretary-General Cai Pin picked up the microphone and announced that it was time for creation.

"Damn it! It's so fast, it's 10 minutes?"

He Xuan, who was still choosing poems in his mind, suddenly woke up. He looked at his paper, but it was still blank.

"Haha! Young Master Le, look quickly... 10 minutes are up, this guy with the surname He doesn't seem to have written a single word!"

Zhang Jiale couldn't help laughing, because He Xuan's performance was worse than he expected.

"I thought he could write at least a few sentences. Unexpectedly, he really can't write poems, and he dared to go on stage to compete with poems..."

Wang Wenbin was also very surprised. Fortunately, he still regarded He Xuan as his opponent, so he specially invited Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, two big names, in a serious manner.

If he had known that he was so weak at writing poems, he would have gone on stage and slapped He Xuan in the face with his own hands.

"Ke Lan, look quickly...it's time for writing. Hu Boyan and Liu Heng have finished writing, but Mr. He...it seems...not a single word has been written yet?"

Li Huanhuan didn't expect such a result, and said helplessly, "It seems that Mr. He really came on stage for you just now. Now... it's a big embarrassment."

"Huh? Didn't write a single word? This...how could he not write a single word? It's better to write than not to write!"