Little Farmer Big Star

A poem about the moon?

Li Fan nodded, and he heard that the test questions for tonight's competition will be related to the moon. Even if he hadn't heard of it, he could have imagined it. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon cannot go around no matter what.

At 6:30 in the evening, Li Fan sat in front of the computer on time. It was the last game, and he was also a little emotional. For the past half month, he would be in front of the computer every night at this time, and he was used to it.

After the test questions of the competition came out, as expected, the poems were written with the theme of the moon.

"Sure enough, the poem is written with the theme of the moon. The biggest thing to watch tonight is whether Yan Mu can reverse the success."

"I just looked at the pre-match previews of some famous players, and Yan Mu does have a chance."

Most of the netizens also realized at this time that there may be changes in tonight's game. This has aroused everyone's interest even more, and games with suspense are often more attractive.

At this time, the status of the four participants in the video window is completely different from the previous two rounds.

They did not conceive poems at this time, but kept interacting and saying hello to netizens.

Obviously, the works have been prepared in advance.

Among them, Fei Yang and Mo Bai were the most relaxed. They have missed the final championship one round ahead of schedule, and tonight's game is to take out their carefully prepared works for everyone to enjoy.

After all, such an opportunity is very rare. Not only are countless netizens watching, but many celebrities are also paying attention.

At this time, they are constantly thanking the netizens who have been supporting them since the start of the game.

The state of Fei Yang and Mo Bai also made Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan nodded secretly. They didn't get frustrated by missing out on the championship one round early, and that mentality is very important.

Yan Mu's state is also relatively relaxed, but occasionally he sees a trace of solemnity between his brows.

As for Li Fan, he naturally interacts with netizens very relaxedly, and chooses some netizens' questions to answer from time to time.

The netizens were happy, but they made Han Zhong, Bai Yi, and Liu Yuan worried.

Netizens thought that Li Fan was the same as Yan Mu, and the work must be ready. But Han Zhong and the others knew that Li Fan didn't prepare his work in advance.

Since you are not ready, why don't you hurry up to conceive a work and interact with netizens? If Yan Mu was able to reverse it in the end, it would be great.

It has to be said that their concerns are well-founded. Because, Li Fan did not prepare the works in advance.

It's just that they didn't know that Li Fan didn't need to make any preparations at all.

...

time flies.

At 7 p.m., the last four poems of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival finally met with you.

"coming!"

Countless netizens couldn't help but whispered, these are the last four poems of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. Many people have a hint of reluctance in their hearts, which also makes them look at these four poems very carefully.

On the Internet, it is rare to be quiet at this time. Of course, this quiet will only be temporary.

...

Jingcheng University, teachers' dormitory apartment.

Gu Yan held the teacup in both hands, looked at the computer for a while, and lowered his head to take a sip of the tea, very comfortable.

Among the four, he was most looking forward to Li Fan's works, but he didn't deliberately look for them. Instead, watch them one by one from left to right.

While watching, he kept nodding his head. He has already read the first two articles, and also gave a very good evaluation in his heart. It would be an understatement to say that they are exquisite.

Immediately, Gu Yan continued to look at the third work.

After a while, Gu Yan's eyes brightened, and there was a faint trace of excitement between his eyebrows. He even sat up a little, and the teacup in his hand had been placed on the computer table by him.

"I didn't expect to see such a wonderful poem about the moon. Presumably this work should be Li Fan's.

Well, it must be, and it is estimated that only he can write such a masterpiece. "

Gu Yan read this work carefully several times, and after savouring it again, he remembered that there is another work that follows.

"Hey! I'm afraid that the latter one will be a little bit different from this one." Gu Yan sighed in his heart.

However, he still moved his attention to the last piece of work, no matter what, he must still have a look at it. After reading the big deal, you can go back and continue to taste the third chapter.

Only, when he set his sights on the fourth work. Just read the first sentence, just one sentence.

It made his eyes round, his face full of incredulity. With a "whoosh" sound, he stood up directly from the chair, and the action didn't look like an old man who was over old at all. Even the tea cup placed next to the computer monitor was almost brought down by his actions.

Immediately, I saw Gu Yan staring at the computer screen with a burning gaze, his face was red, his hands were shaking slightly because of excitement, and the whole person seemed to be a lot younger.

The first verse he saw was like this.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

...

Beijing, the headquarters of the Huaguo Poetry Association.

"Haha! Not bad, really good. This third poem should belong to that kid Li Fan, right? It seems that kid is really easy to write poems. I just saw his relaxed appearance before the game, I really feel for him. I'm sweating." Han Zhong said with excitement in his voice.

After speaking, Han Zhong looked up at Bai Yi and Liu Yuan, waiting for them to answer. This kind of happy mood must be shared with them. One person can't be as happy as several people are happy together.

Just waited for the change, but the two of them didn't answer. Han Zhong was puzzled and was about to call out to them. However, they suddenly saw the two of them slammed the table at the same time, and then stood up at the same time with a "whoosh" sound, and their movements were surprisingly coordinated.

This sudden action, coupled with the sound of two heavy slaps on the table at almost the same time, startled the unprepared Han Zhong.

Han Zhong patted his chest, which was beating slightly because of the fright. He also wanted to understand that the two of them must have also seen Li Fan's poems. It was because of excitement that he did so at the same time.

However, Han Zhong was also a little puzzled, "Li Fan's poems are indeed very good. It's right to be excited, but isn't it too exaggerated?"

Han Zhong shook his head and decided to ignore the two for the time being. He still has one poem left to read.

Han Zhong, who lowered his head, was about to read the last poem. Suddenly, Bai Yi's cadenced voice came from his ear.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine.

I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn Zhuge, low Qi household, according to no sleep.

There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

...

(To be continued.)