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[My dear friends, I have already seen President Wu with a dark face in the live broadcast room]

......

And when Wen Hao heard Li Hongcheng say "the theme of this exchange meeting is patriotism" word by word.

He was a little stunned at first, but then he felt so relieved that it was as cold as drinking a glass of iced Coke on a hot day, and his heart was soaring.

At this moment, he really wanted to sing "Good Luck".

At this time, everyone in the audience also had different expressions.

The people of the Longguo Poetry Society all looked delighted.

On the one hand, from a creative point of view, patriotic theme poems are relatively not that difficult to create.

On the other hand, patriotic themes are what Wen Hao is best at.

In the entire Dragon Kingdom, Wen Hao is the No.1 patriotic work.

The balance of victory has obviously tilted towards the Longguo Poetry Society.

Ward Union over there.

As soon as he heard that the theme of the exchange meeting was "patriotism", Wu Xianglin's face turned dark instantly!

He never expected to draw the best theme of the opponent's seed player.

Moreover, the theme of patriotism is somewhat embarrassing for foreign Chinese like Ward Poetry League.

But then Wu Xianglin quickly returned to his calm appearance.

In his view, being good at writing does not necessarily mean writing well.

Besides, there are many kinds of patriotic poems.

He couldn't believe that Wen Hao was good at all kinds of patriotic poems.

Especially in the tense atmosphere of the scene, Wen Hao will definitely be able to guarantee that his creative level will not lose the standard?

Except for the two sisters Ouyang Qingcheng and Ouyang Zixuan in the Ward Poetry League, the mood of the others is similar to that of Wu Xianglin at this time.

"Thank you, President Li, for helping us draw out the theme of this exchange meeting, patriotism!"

"This theme is significant and profound!"

"Our exchange meeting this time has three creative sessions as usual, and in the next three creative sessions, we will create poems around the theme of patriotism."

"Next, I invite Mr. Zheng to select the creative topic for the first session of the exchange meeting for us."

At this time, the lottery box placed on the table in the center of the stage was carried down by a staff member.

Then a staff member held a lottery box with a seal on the lottery opening and placed it on the table.

Wen Hao noticed that the word "Patriotic" was written on the side of the lottery box facing everyone.

This box should contain various creative topics related to patriotism.

Elder Zheng walked to the lottery box, skillfully tore off the seal, and then reached out and took out a folded note from inside.

He slowly opened the note and read:

"Create a frontier battle poem to express the lofty ambition of defending the country, building military exploits, and serving the motherland."

As soon as Zheng Lao's words fell, everyone in the audience immediately seized the time and began to think hard.

When Zheng Lao walked off the stage, the host said quickly:

"The title of the first session is 'Create a frontier battle poem, expressing the lofty aspirations of defending the country, building military exploits, and serving the motherland'."

"Everyone has a total of 30 minutes of free creation and sharing time on stage. After 30 minutes, President Li will be asked to comment on everyone's poems and choose the best poem in the first session.

"Timing begins!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire conference hall became tense and dignified.

As soon as Wen Hao heard the topic of creation, his brain immediately started to spin, and in a short while, dozens of frontier battle poems from the original world came to his mind.

For example, Wang Changling's "Journey to the Army" and "Exit the Fortress", Li Bai's "The Next Song", Li He's "Yanmen Taishou Xing", Du Fu's "Exit the Fortress" and so on.

Each capital is a famous poem on the frontier fortress through the ages.

Each capital fully expresses the patriotism of serving the country.

Every time Wen Hao recalled it, he couldn't help feeling excited and full of pride.

Which one should I choose?

For a while, Wen Hao patted his head involuntarily, his face full of distress.

It's really hard for adults to make choices!

......

At this time, in the live broadcast room.

The barrage is flying.

【My dear, if I write on such a topic, it will kill me】

[I feel that the questions drawn in the first session are quite difficult. I have never experienced war, so how can I come to understand frontier poems?]

[Hey, just now the camera swept over Wen Dashen, I can see that his expression looks very distressed]

[I also noticed that it's over, I have a bad premonition...]

[It's on the street, is it possible that the subject of frontier poems is not good at Wen Dashen? ? 】

[Wen Dashen, hold on, I'll call for you! ! ! 】

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At the same time, Wen Hao's distressed appearance was noticed by many caring people at the scene.

Wu Xianglin couldn't help showing a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that this Wen Hao is nothing more than mediocre!

I was just worrying for nothing!

Seeing Wen Hao's appearance like this, Mr. Zheng couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

Oops, it seems that Wen Hao's condition is not good!

Is it because he is not good at the subject of frontier poems?

For a while, Mr. Zheng couldn't help feeling anxious for Wen Hao in his heart.

Ten minutes later, on the side of the Ward Poetry League, a 10-year-old man with a short stature confidently walked onto the small stage.

Said to the crowd:

"Hi everyone, I am Ma Chenggong from Ward Poetry Alliance, and the original poem I want to share is "Frontier Fortress"."

"The winter wind entered the lonely city last night..."

Ma Chenggong recited the poem he had just written word by word in high spirits.

"Nice poem!"

There were cheers and applause from the Ward Poetry League.

Li Hongcheng, the president of the Writers Association, couldn't help nodding his head slightly, and applauded lightly along with the crowd.

This seven-character quatrain poem is still very well written!

The strength of the Ward Poetry Alliance should not be underestimated!

For a while, Ma Chenggong's poetry seemed to inject a boost to the Ward Poetry League.

Everyone in the Ward Poetry League became a little excited.

......

At this time, in the live broadcast room.

[My dear, this horse is so successful, I really wrote a poem in 10 minutes! 】

[No wonder the Ward Poetry League won last year, as expected, it still has strength]

[As a Chinese teacher, I think this poem "Frontier Fortress" is really well written! 】

[Poetry Society, give me some strength, Ouli! 】

[It's a little embarrassing, the Ward Poetry League took the lead! 】

[People from the Longguo Poetry Association don't be cowardly, rise up]

...

In the conference hall.

A few minutes later.

Finally, a man from the Poetry Society came onto the stage and shared his original poem "Cai Xia".

"The winter wind is blowing under the plug..."

After he finished sharing, he immediately won the cheers of everyone in the Poetry Society.

At this time, Wen Hao touched his chin under the stage and thought to himself:

"Ma Chenggong's "Frontier Fortress" is better written."

With [God-level Appreciation Skill], he can tell at a glance which is better.

Next, people from the Poetry Society and the Ward Poetry League came onto the stage one after another to share the poems they wrote on the spot.

For a time, the whole scene was full of gunpowder.

Time passed, and 25 minute passed quickly.

At this time, the host said: "There are still 5 minutes, and the first session is over. Is there anyone else who wants to share poetry?"

For a moment, everyone on the scene suddenly looked at Wen Hao.

The expressions are different, some are expecting, some are regretful, some are disdainful...

Okay, don't worry about it!

Wen Hao stood up slowly, walked onto the small stage with big strides, and said with a smile:

"Hello everyone, the original poetry work I brought is..."

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"Hello everyone, the original poetry work I brought is..."

""The Next Song"!"

For a moment, everyone at the scene and countless netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but listen with their ears sideways.

"In May, there is snow in the Tianshan Mountains, there are no flowers, only cold."

"I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery."

"Dawn fights with the golden drum, night sleeps with the jade saddle."

"I would like to put the sword down from the waist and cut Loulan straight."

This is a frontier poem written by Li Baihao, the great ancient poet of the world.

The whole poem vividly demonstrates their fearless spirit of serving the country loyally, which makes people feel excited after reading it.

When Wen Hao finally read the last sentence, for a moment, everyone felt——

The blood is boiling!

The blood is spurting!

Passion is overflowing!

Everyone can't help but immerse themselves in the sense of picture created by the poems.

The first couplet, "Snow in the Tianshan Mountains in May, no flowers but cold", vividly described the hardships of the soldiers defending the border.

In May, the summer in the south is already scorching, but the Tianshan Mountains are still covered with snow, the chill is overwhelming, and the flowers and plants are hard to see!

This season is still like this, so what will happen in winter?