Chapter 43: Here are two poems! (Thanks for the reward, thanks)

(Thank you for your reward, thanks, and moved ING)
"Xiongtai, what you wrote is..."
"This is poetry!"
"You... I ask you what is this word?"
"Brush writing."
"Your calligraphy...I...I haven't seen this type of writing. Is this a new typeface?"
When Lu Yuan dried the ink and spread out the rice paper, Xu Xiaonian stared at the words on the rice paper with wide eyes, holding back for a long time before suffocating such a sentence.
Lu Yuan's brush writing style is very style, and even the pen is out of order, it feels like a madman in Tang Dynasty.
Xu Xiaonian took a deep breath, then vomited out again.
This way of writing made Xu Xiaonian's heart beat as if he had seen a ghost, and it took a long time to stare at the word "farmer".
Somehow, thousands of grass and mud horses were crushed in my heart, and there was even a little doubt as to how Lu Yuan answered that Xianlian...
"Cough, cough... Actually I know how to write pen writing. I'm not accustomed to using this brush writing... so it's unavoidable to write a little bit scribbled..." Lu Yuan looked at his poem suddenly and suddenly Embarrassed.
This is very stiff.
"You poem..." Xu Xiaonian looked around, watching the people around him or biting his pen thinking deeply, or swiping his pen, and then looking at Lu Yuan, there was no pressure at all, and his heart was even more grassy...
Although he couldn't see what kind of stuff Lu Yuan was writing, but looking at Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that it would definitely not be a good thing.
"Cough, cough... I actually don't have much talent, and I don't know any poems, so I just write something, just write something... Uh, Xiongtai, don't you write it? It depends on what I do..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly With a cry, the more I look at it, the more I feel my writing is ugly.
"Ah, yes... I have forgotten myself." After Xu Xiaonian was shocked by Lu Yuan's inexplicable operation for a while, he quickly reacted and concentrated on thinking about his poems.
Lu Yuan pretended to read the words he wrote seriously, and then peeked at the words written by the person next to him...
In such a comparison, he only felt that his confidence was hit hard!
In the past, watching people on TV write brush writing casually, it was a piece of heaven and earth in one go. Lu Yuan inevitably gave birth to the feeling that I can do it, but when he really started to write with the brush, he suddenly felt that My self is too young.
That's it...
It is done in one go, but what is written...
What the is this?
Ghost painting?
can see?
Lu Yuan couldn't recognize any with his wide eyes...
If this thing is handed in...
Ashamed to be thrown at grandma's house
He shook his head, crumpled the written poem into a ball, then continued to dip in ink, secretly learning from Xu Xiaonian, holding a brush, and slowly writing poems. When Lu Yuan was really serious about writing things, he found that he was writing well. It's very slow. He has written something just a few minutes ago, but he hasn't finished it in ten minutes.
Just when Lu Yuan was halfway through writing, someone successively turned in papers...
After looking at the person who handed in the paper, Lu Yuan looked at the handwriting he had written, and finally sighed.
How could the calligraphy of the brush be completed overnight?
Ugly is a bit ugly, but anyhow...
Can you see what the word is?
It's just comparing poems, maybe not comparing words?
What if it should be compared?
Do you want another song?
The quality of the characters is not good, but the quantity should be collected?
Anyway, these two poems, I checked online and no one wrote...
or……
No one knows what to write.
Ok……
Or shamelessly?
Japan, I can't be so shameless!
Lu Yuan looked at the other people again, and finally gritted his teeth and simply did not stop doing it. He picked up his pen and wrote another poem on the empty space of the rice paper.
How can I be so shameless, I am a plagiarist!
What a sinful person!
Of course, Lu Yuan also criticized himself for a long time.
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"Well, Dao Yuting's character Kong Wu is powerful. Although she is a woman, she writes very masculine characters. This song "Farming Busy" is also very good. Yes, it can... I think this song "Busy Farming" can be rated 8.5 points."
"I think, although this poem is very good in writing and rhymes when written, it loses its flavor a bit. It looks more brisk and romantic. I don't like this feeling, 8.4."
"Well, I think 8.3, after all, loses its flavor."
"Shen Rong's modern poem "In the Field" can be written and is full of postmodernist style. Well, I think it can be scored 8.8 points, and the meaning is also good..."
"Why not score 8.8 points?"
"Haha, a poem with a score of 8.8 or above is a poem that all of us old men agree with. Last year, there was a "Sky". I think this modern poem "In the Field" is really short of fire. What do you think, Xiao Xi?"
"Well, there are a few flaws in the writing, but the artistic conception is okay. It's true that I pay too much attention to emotion... If I give you, it will be up to 8.7 points."
"Hehe, you are more strict than our old man, haha!"
"Huh? This poem is not bad, yes, who wrote this? Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? Is that Ma Runzhi of the talented man of Yan?"
"Yes, this young man is quite talented. I think it's good. The artistic conception and meaning of this song "Farmland" is also quite good, it can be 8.9 points."
"8.9? This is a bit high..."
"Look at it."
"Oh, yes, it's really good. I have a score of 8.9. This poem is a rare masterpiece, Lao Li, are you writing a modern poem? I think this poem can be included in your book."
"Yes, I have the same plan. It's 8.9 points. The word is very pleasing to the eyes and pretty good."
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When the last talented man finished his poem, everyone looked at the selection stage ahead.
They watched the elders on the judging stage whispering to each other, or they were meditating, or emotional, or admiring...
They were very worried.
For them, the 50,000 yuan bonus is not worth much, but the evaluation and appreciation of these old men is worth it.
Each of these old men is the mainstay of Chinese literature, and they are all prestigious existences. More importantly, one of them is Li Guonan, who is writing a book called "Selected Works of Modern Poems", if his own works If they can be favored by them, then they will inevitably be magnificent, and they can also be pretended in the literary world.
"Xiongtai, are you nervous now?"
"Okay."
"Um, are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan's hand strangely.
"No..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath and finally put his hands on the table honestly.
He habitually wants to take out a cigarette, knowing that he didn't buy it, but he still subconsciously performs the action of looking back.
In this situation, not smoking is really lonely for Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting is lonely.
When Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the judges and saw a gray-haired old man smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he was inexplicably envious, and even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to borrow a cigarette.
"Xiongtai, you really want to." Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan.
"how do you know?"
"Of course, because I want to too!"
"Really? Can we go up?"
"How can this go up, we can only wait."
"Can you wait for this?"
"Can't this wait?"
"He will come over and smoke us?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who was looking forward to hearing Lu Yuan's words, suddenly shuddered and almost couldn't sit still. When he looked back at Lu Yuan, his face hurt, "Smoke? You...you... …"
"We, don't seem to be talking about the same topic?" Lu Yuan was somewhat innocent.
"I hope my poem can be included in his book... what are you thinking?"
"I want to ask him to borrow a cigarette to smoke... I am addicted to..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, and felt that his skin became thin in an instant.
"..." Xu Xiaonian felt his eyes black in an instant.
What is this!
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"This word is really written... Is there anyone here who writes so badly?"
"Lu Yuan? Huh? Pity the farmer?"
"Two poems? This is too exaggerated, right? If the word is not good, just use the quantity to make up?"
"Noon on the day of hoeing?"
"Uh... plant a millet in spring?"
"what!"
"Boom!"
"This……"
"this is……"
There was a sound of table clapping from the venue of Nuo Da...
The old man Li who was smoking suddenly stood up, his eyes were staring, his eyes were so shocked that he was shocked!