Chapter 862: Amazing four

Chapter 862
Then one after another talented men and women read their poems!
how to say?
In such a short period of time to improvise a poem, the level is naturally not too high, but not bad. After all, their foundation is here, it is quite satisfactory, but it is naturally impossible to want to use a textbook! They are also quite satisfied with Lantianhai, not bad!
"Dear elders, this poem I wrote is called "Late Moon Thinking"."
Qin Ming said slightly.
"Well, read it."
"Don't rain again tonight..."
"..."
When Qin Ming finished reading, everyone was silent for a while.
"As expected of Qin Ming, one of the four great talents is really extraordinary!"
"Yeah, yeah, when I listened to this song, Wan Yuesi is a class higher than those before! Maybe it can be in textbooks!"
"Hey, people are more popular than others! I am afraid that only Su Zhiming can compare it!"
"..."
Everyone talked!
The dozens of elders in the judges also discussed for a while, and then Lantianhai said to Qin Ming: "Very good, your poem should be the best one so far! Keep working hard!"
"Thank you Uncle Lan!"
Qin Ming bowed slightly, then sat down with a smile.
"Next, Su Zhiming!"
Su Zhiming then stood up with a smile in everyone's eyes!
There are many wealthy daughters who look at him or Qin Ming with admiration!
Because they are both civil and military, and handsome, they were once the prince charming of girls like them!
"Dear elders, this poem brought by Zhiming is called "Sijun"."
He paused, and then read: "You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown..."
Four simple sentences, but let them ponder slightly.
"Yes, Zhiming, your poem is no different from Qin Ming's, but there are a few special words in your poem that use a higher style than Qin Ming's poem. If you talk about this, you This song should be higher than Qin Ming! But I will give you two a score of 50%!"
Xiao Qingcheng nodded and said.
"Thank you Xiao Lao!"
Su Zhiming sat down with a smile!
Basically, his song is already the best, at least the best in this round, the people behind, he glanced at it, and there is no one threatening him.
"Next, Lin Xuan!"
The eyes of Lan Lanhai and others cast their eyes on Lin Xuan.
It's not that Lin Xuan is so noticeable. In fact, it is indeed noticeable. The son-in-law of the Xiao family and the boyfriend of Xiao Runing, but what do you want to see more?
He is foolish!
Because you get what they can't get, jealousy and envy will come up. Why can you get it? Why can't I?
With this kind of psychology, I especially hope that this person will be embarrassed. The kind of person in the world shouldn't have a better life than me! There are simply too many people with this mentality.
Su Zhiming thought that Lin Xuan hadn't written a word just now, what poem could he write now? Make a fool of yourself.
Xiao Runing and Xiao Xinyue also looked at Lin Xuan worriedly.
After all, Xiao Runing just said Lin Xuan's words to Xiao Xinyue... that was simply unsightly! Xiao Xinyue's dark anticipation towards Lin Xuan was also momentary.
Lin Xuan stood up and said, "My elders, my poem is called "Autumn Thinking"."
"Qiu Si? Actually, the name of the word or poem is too popular!"
An old man said to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan nodded; "Yes, there is even more than one called this name, but I don't think the name of a poem is too important. Mainly my ability is limited and I don't have much time to think about the name of a word."
"Well, it's okay, then say your words!"
Lin Xuan nodded.
Xiao Runing's little heart has mentioned her throat, please, don't let others laugh out loud.
And everyone else is ready for the joke.
"The scenery is different in autumn, Hengyang geese go without paying attention.
The sound from all sides rises, Qianzhangli, long smoke and sunset close the city.
With a cup of turbid wine, Yan Ran was at a loss.
Qiangguan was frosty on the floor, people were sleepless, and the generals had white hair and tears. "
After Lin Xuan finished reading, everyone around him was silent!
Yes, everyone was shocked!
Is this a word written by Lin Xuan?
"This word...Xiao Xuan, hurry, show it to me!"
Xiao Qingcheng couldn't wait to say.
"Oh."
Then Lin Xuan handed over the words.
They also looked at Lantianhai.
The corners of Xiao Qingcheng's mouth twitched at the first glance.
This word... is too ugly, right?
but……
If we abandon this ugly word...
Lan Lanhai couldn't help standing up, and then wrote Lin Xuan's poem in his very beautiful writing on the blackboard at the back, and everyone looked at it.
Xiao Runing opened her mouth slightly.
This... is this written by Lin Xuan?
Everyone may not be very clear when they heard it, but now when they look at the vigorous and powerful word on the blackboard, they are all dumbfounded, because the depth of the word, the style between the lines and so on are so good! Nothing else, at least it crushed Su Zhiming and Qin Ming!
What's more, they are all poems. In fact, the words are much more difficult than the four-line poems, and the number of words is a lot!
"This... was it really written by Lin Xuan?"
Xiao Xinyue looked at Xiao Runing suspiciously.
"probably?"
Xiao Ru Ning is also uncertain.
And Xiao Zun and Ye Qianling were all blushing. Really, I thought Lin Xuan was going to lose face, but I didn't expect this word to be so good!
"The sound from all sides rises, Qianzhangli, Changyan, sunset, the city is closed..."
"People are insomnia, and the general has white hair and tears!"
Lantianhai repeated these most shocking words! These two sentences are definitely the essence of the whole film!
"Xiaoxuan, what you express in this poem is..."
Lin Xuan said: "It is actually the warriors of the three major forces guarding the border, generals, who guard the border day after day and year after year to prevent the invasion of monsters. It is very tired and worthy of respect. They all live in border cities. Whether it’s Tianhua City or the current Lin'an City after the fall of Tianhua City, I have witnessed the fall of the city with my own eyes. I have also personally participated in the struggle against the monster race. Many people in the interior know these things better. Are they homesick? Naturally, so this song is actually an expression of their homesickness, not me."
"Good! Good! Good!"
Xiao Qingcheng looked at Lin Xuan with satisfaction!
"It is said that poetry is a kind of sustenance to express emotions. Only when you have a certain emotion can you write good poetry. Without this emotion, what you write is soulless. You have experienced it, so you It’s not bad to write such a good adjective. I didn’t expect that you have surprised me just now! Thank you for bringing such a good poem, and thank you for those soldiers guarding the border!"
Lan Lanhai walked down and patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder.
(End of this chapter)