Ten minutes, say long is not long, say short is not short!
Everyone understands how difficult it is to improvise a very exaggerated poem in ten minutes! There may be luck, but you absolutely need to have a strong cultural background!
Of course, it doesn't mean that you won't be able to write good poems in ten minutes. There are still a lot of poems, but everyone is looking forward to it.
"Humph! I want to see you, what is your level?"
Wang Shuo snorted and looked at Ye Yunyi over there.
The poems he wrote in these ten minutes didn't have to be too exaggerated, but it had to be higher than everyone's level to be justifiable.
Those strong men did not rush to read Ye Yunyi's poems deliberately, and Ye Yunyi's poems were submerged there, not knowing who was assigned to watch them.
"You don't have to be cautious, go and rest."
Shen Yueqiu glanced at the people standing below, very restrained, and then said.
"Yes!"
Then those strong men read and commented on poems.
Ling Yueya sighed slightly.
Forget it, this matter is to teach Ye Yunyi a lesson, tell him that he can't do things like this in the future.
"Everyone, are you about to comment? Are there any better poems?"
The Chinese teacher looked at the poems around you.
"I have two good ones here, old man."
An old man presented two poems.
"The old man also has two good poems here!"
They looked over.
"Well, the level of these boys is not bad, the level of these poems is still good, but... this year, it seems that there is no one that surprised us so much, but the only one..."
At this time, another old man came over.
"Sect Master Shen, National Teacher, Miss Ling, I think you should read this poem."
"Oh, very good?"
"This... the old man thinks it is excellent, and you still need to judge it."
They then looked over.
In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.
BMW engraves the car and the road is full of fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.
The golden strands of moth snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, in a dimly lit place.
They looked at the same speed, and after reading the last sentence, their eyes lit up very consistently.
"Good words! Today I finally let the old man see a picture of the most level words, this poem, the old man said that he has the opportunity to spread through the ages, don't you think it is too much?"
"Well... it's really good. It's the Lantern Festival. There is a chance. The level is here. This is the word. It is a bit unsatisfactory. It is not particularly bad, but it is still a lot worse than others. "
"The old man between the lines can tell that the person who wrote this poem should have not touched the pen for a long time, he should be a warrior! Look at the signature!"
Then they looked over.
"Ye Yunyi?"
When Ling Yueya saw this name, she was stunned.
Isn't it? is it him?
He glanced at Ye Yunyi who was staying with Jiang Xiaoxiao in the corner.
Is it possible that there is another person named Ye Yunyi here?
Probably not?
"Who is this Ye Yunyi? Did he come in through sea elections? Most of the other talents, talented women and old ladies have heard of them. Ye Yunyi has never heard of them."
An old man touched his beard and said.
"Ye Yunyi? It's really a name I haven't heard of. It may sound like a name that is not very old."
"Just ask."
Ling Yueya did not say who Ye Yunyi was.
Mainly because she is very tangled now.
This was what he wrote...or that it might have been plagiarized by him, which made Ling Yueya not know what to do.
Of course, she thought it was possible that Ye Yunyi wrote it herself, but although she had a glimmer of hope, there were many things that made her even more likely to think it was not him.
Annoying.
Since I met this Ye Yunyi, my mood has become so bad all day long?
Also, this shouldn't need her to care, so what is she worried about?
Forget it, don't want to.
Just when they were about to ask, Wang Shuo came over.
"Seniors, may I ask, how is this Xiongtai poem written by him? Can we listen to it together?"
Wang Shuo asked while pointing at Ye Yunyi not far away.
Wang Shuo's question caught everyone's attention in an instant, and they came together one after another.
"Doesn't you make troubles without you?"
Luo Yuying asked faintly beside Lan Haowen.
The smile on Lan Haowen's face still did not disappear.
"Why? He came as my junior, and secondly, Ben Shao didn't have any grudges with him. Even if he did, Ben Shao didn't bother to move him in this way. Why would you ask?"
Luo Yuying shook her head; "It's okay."
"It's embarrassing to say, I don't know the name of this little brother?"
An old man looked at Ye Yunyi not far away.
Ye Yunyi gave a fist: "Ye Yunyi."
"what!?"
Hearing what Ye Yunyi said, he directly yelled out of a loss.
Then those strong men looked at each other.
There were surprises, surprises, and disbelief in their eyes...
"Are you Ye Yunyi?"
The old man stared at Ye Yunyi and asked.
"What? Does senior know me?"
Ye Yunyi asked with a smile.
"That's not the case, but there is a very good poem here, and the person who wrote this poem is..."
Ye Yunyi smiled and said, "Of course it is me."
"what!?"
Wang Shuo and many others couldn't believe it.
Shen Yueqiu also looked at Ye Yunyi with interest.
"Let’s enjoy it, everyone."
brush--
Then Shen Yueqiu waved his hand and threw the poem into the air. The piece of paper became very big, and the characters became bigger. Everyone looked up.
Later, an old man who also wrote poems exclaimed: "It's a good poem. This little brother is not as good at poetry as the old man."
He gave Ye Yunyi a fist~EbookFREE.me~ The old man was too late! In addition to the previous two poems, the level of these three poems can be regarded as excellent works, especially since this one was written in just ten minutes, this talent, I am afraid that facing the predecessors and poems, everyone has passed it. Not in time. "
Many people nodded.
However, this does not mean they really believe it.
"I wrote this kind of masterpiece in ten minutes, and this young master admires it very much."
Wang Shuo gave Ye Yunyi a fist, and then he continued: "But...Ben Shao still has doubts. This talent is sometimes difficult for seniors to achieve. It is still difficult for Ben Shao to believe that this is such a young man. People made it."
"Oh? So Wang Shao meant that this poem was still prepared by Ye Shao in advance?" Huang Hao said at this time.
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