Divorce me for fame and fortune, why are you crying when I make you a famous queen?

On the big screen, Xue Zhou slowly turned over the paper in his hand, revealing the poems written on it.

The host slowly read out:

"The painting hall gets up in the morning and comes to report the snowflakes." The high roller shutter looks at Jiarui, and the bright color is far from the maze. "

The

two hosts both know a little bit of ancient poetry, and they also have a very tacit understanding, the male host reads the first half of the song, and the female host reads the second half.

But the hostess stopped after reading the first two sentences in the second half, with a look of surprise and excitement on her face.

The male host also had rosy cheeks and shiny eyes, as if he had seen an incomparably magnificent treasure.

The two glanced at each other and excitedly read out the last two lines of the poem together:

"It should be that the heavenly immortals are drunk and crush the white clouds."

There was an irrepressible exclamation from the audience, and they all unconsciously chanted:

"It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds..."

When I woke up in the morning and learned that it was snowing, I quickly opened the window and pulled up the curtains, and saw that the stone steps on the mountain in the distance were all covered in white.

The mountain wind is whistling with the snow, the snowflakes dance wildly like a smoke stove, and the flowers and plants also seem to be hung with white jade pendants shining.

It was as if the gods in the sky were drunk and crumpled the white clouds into countless pieces, turning them into heavy snow and sprinkling them on the earth.

"It's the first time I've ever seen someone write about snow like this. "

Wonderful, wonderful!" "

Hey, wipe your saliva, we're from the Poetry Society." In

the audience, many people from the Poetry Association couldn't help but shake their heads and began to taste the charm of this poem, and the more they tasted it, the more intoxicated they became.

But soon I remembered my own camp, this Xue

Zhou was an opponent! How could I applaud my opponent?

However, this poem was so well written, I couldn't help it!

In their conflicting minds, the other audience members had already applauded enthusiastically, and even stood up and cheered Xue Zhou's name.

The people of these poetry associations were also moved, and they also stood up and applauded, shouting excitedly:

"Xuezhou

!" "Xuezhou!"

"It doesn't matter what camp he is, if he can't applaud such a good poem, then what's the point of me learning poetry?

Soon, the audience gave a standing ovation, and the mountains shouted a tsunami.

"Sure enough..." Su Qingmei's eyes lit up, staring at the man on the screen who couldn't see his face.

She remembered that the first time she chatted with Xue Zhou, she asked Xue Zhou why he called this screen name, and Xue Zhou said that it was because he was born on a snowy day.

As soon as the topic of "Four Seasons" came out, Su Qingmei inexplicably felt that Xuezhou would write about winter.

I didn't expect to guess correctly.

Somehow, Su Qingmei felt more and more that she and Xue Zhou should be very familiar people.

It's not that "netizens" are familiar, but they should also be familiar in life.

After the final, ask him well.

The applause slowly stopped for a while, and the two hosts gradually calmed down from their excitement and said to the judges:

"Then, please ask the judges to comment and give scores."

This time, Su Qingmei spoke first: "10 points." "

Concise and straightforward.

The audience laughed and applauded.

"The goddess is really tasteful!"

"How do I feel that Su Qingmei deliberately gave 10 points first, so as not to make any more moths from the people in the Poetry Association?"

"Yes, yes, set a tone for 10 points first."

Jiang Tao also gave 10 points with a smile, and said meaningfully:

"I'm so surprised, it turns out that the snow boat players are not only good at writing about family affection, but also good at writing snow scenes, and they are so wild and chic, amazing, amazing!"

"Who said just now that Xuezhou can only write about family affection

?" "Who else said that I hope Xuezhou can broaden the style? Look, won't this broaden it for you?"

"Teacher Jiang is too bad, haha, I like it!" Jiang

Yu'er jumped up excitedly: "Dad, you are too top! Next time Mom will let you kneel on the washboard, I will intercede for you!".

Just now, Zhang Zheng, the president of the Poetry Association, in order to score Xuezhou's first poem, insisted on finding a reason, saying that Xuezhou is good at writing about family affection, and others may not be good at it.

As a result, I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

People not only wrote the winter in the four seasons for you, but also wrote the snow scene so magnificent and majestic, free and easy, and the last sentence is even more like a famous sentence through the ages.

What else can you say this time?

When it was Zhang Zheng's turn to comment, he was a little embarrassed, coughed, and then said

: "The work of the Xue Zhou contestant is better than the imagination, and the words and sentences are majestic and heroic, but it doesn't seem to be very reasonable in terms of structure?"

The hostess pursed her lips and asked directly to the big screen: "Xue Zhou contestant, what do you think?"

Lin Zhou smiled: "To be precise, this is a poem, divided into upper and lower que, upper que 22 words, four rhymes, each sentence rhymes, 26 words under the que, three rhymes one, two, four rhymes, this is a common word card structure in ancient times, the judge teacher may be testing me, right

?" The hostess turned to Zhang Zheng: "Judge teacher, are you still satisfied with the answer of the Xuezhou contestant?"

Zhang Zheng was speechless for a while, although he was the president of the Poetry Association, he couldn't write poetry at all, but because he was good at dancing with long sleeves and ran the Poetry Association very well, he became the president.

He participated in the planning of this poetry contest, and even the amateur station was pulled in by him.

For him, the champion of this competition must fall to the Poetry Association, otherwise wouldn't it be in vain to bother to hold such a big competition?

It's just that he didn't expect Xuezhou to be so fierce, this poem about the snow scene is really amazing, in order not to give Xuezhou 10 points, Zhang Zheng had to forcibly find shortcomings.

But on the contrary, he let himself show his timidity.

At the moment, there is no choice but to hold on, Zhang Zheng said with a smile:

"I didn't expect the snow boat players to also study the word card, not bad, not bad, I give 9 points." "

Wow!

" 9 points?" "Doesn't this give

10 points?" "Guo Muzhi's capital just now had 10 points, how can Xuezhou's song be a grade stronger, right? Why only give 9 points?"

The

audience was in an uproar, and many people said they couldn't understand it.

Zhang Zheng directly pretended to be dead, anyway, I just give 9 points, how can you drop it?

Next is Xu Fan of Poetry Network, he naturally followed Zhang Zheng's rhythm, and also risked his life to score 9 points.

Finally, Zhang Yunkai, the vice president of the Poetry Association, has been participating in the scoring since the primary selection stage, and he has been impressed by Xuezhou's talent since "The Wanderer's Yin".

The brother and the snow scene just now made him appreciate the snow boat more and more.

Looking at Zhang Zheng, the chairman next to him who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, Zhang Yunkai sighed secretly, "Old Zhang, why do you bother?" Zhang Yunkai

didn't say much, and directly gave 10 points.

"48 points

!" "Although I didn't get a perfect score, I still ranked first!" The

audience applauded, and the hostess seemed to be fascinated by Xue Zhou's talent, and deliberately added a shot to him, and asked

Xue Zhou: "Xue Zhou player, why did you choose winter among the four seasons?"

The headless man on the big screen replied, "Because I was born on a snowy day." The

hostess suddenly said: "So you named yourself Xuezhou?" Xuezhou

replied: "Yes."

"I see, it's worthy of a big snow boat. The

female audience held their faces and their eyes were full of stars, including the girls in Fang Xiaochan's bedroom.

These female college students had forgotten about their eliminated roommates at this time, and they all looked at Xue Zhou obsessively, and the boy who could write poetry was too handsome.

Even the name is so poetic, wow!

Only Lin Xiaoshuang was expressionless, and said lightly: "It's really him."

""What a romantic name.

On the stage, the female host's face was also full of spring, and the male host saw that the situation was wrong, so he quickly changed the topic

: "So, let's take a look at the cumulative scores of the contestants after the second round:

first place, Xuezhou, 93 points."

second place, Guo Muzhi, 89 points.

third place, Chen Kai, 71 points.

......

The situation is already very clear, that is, the competition between Xue Zhou and Guo Muzhi.

Guo Muzhi is 4 points behind, and it is not completely without a chance of reversal.

After all, it is an impromptu question, and the poem is made in seven steps, and the chance is still very great.

The staff quickly took the carton of the lottery questions, and this time it was Jiang Tao who drew the questions.

Seeing his father put his hand into the cardboard box, Jiang Yu'er folded his hands and prayed

: "Draw easier, smoke easier

!" Then he felt that it was wrong, and changed his words:

"Draw harder, draw harder!" In

fact, there is no difficulty in this kind of competition, no matter what topic is drawn, it ultimately depends on the player's own ability.

The other audience members also held their breath and stared at Jiang Tao as he took out a piece of paper.

The audience was very curious, and they tilted their heads to observe the note in Jiang Tao's hand on the big screen.

"What kind of topic is this?"

But Lao Jiang understood very well, and just folded the note at a glance, and no one could see the content on it.

"Teacher Jiang, please.

Jiang Tao walked onto the stage, and in the midst of all the attention, he slowly unfolded the note, facing the camera and the remaining dozen or so contestants.

There was only one word on the slip of paper - flowers.

"Do you write poems with flowers as the theme

?" "It doesn't seem difficult?"

"I guess this will be difficult for Xue Zhou and Guo Muzhi."

"Then it depends on the quality of the poem.

"I don't know what flowers Xuezhou will write?"

In the audience's discussion, Jiang Tao has already begun to take steps.

One, two, three...

Lin Zhou actually had countless poems written about flowers in his mind, and all he had to do was choose one.

As for which one is better...

The camera just swept over the judges' seats and gave Su Qingmei a close-up.

The cold and beautiful woman wears a white dress, pure and flawless, but so lonely.

Even in the studio hall full of audiences, it seems that she is the only one standing proudly, like a lonely plum on a snowy night.

Lin Zhou's eyes were slightly stunned, and somehow, he was actually a little distressed.

Pregnant.

He put pen to paper at a rapid pace.

Four, five, six, seven

!"It's time!".