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Zhang Hua asked with a smile: "The question has been reached. Brother Lu, Xiao Yang, who will answer the question first?"

Xiao Yang said, "I'm free."

Shi Lei next to him smiled bitterly. He couldn't write poems that suit the situation. Even though he could write something on his shoulders, it was useless in the end.

"I'll do it first."

Lu Lin has already come to the stage.

The stage is already prepared with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

If a poet does not know how to call calligraphy, he will be embarrassed to call him a poet.

"Even in the Writers Association, there are few people who can compare with Brother Lu's poetry talent. These young people cannot be his opponent." Shi Qian was very confident and full of confidence.

In fact, it was not just him, no one thought Xiao Yang and the others had a chance to win.

Shi Lei suddenly said, "Teacher Xiao, I'm sorry."

Xiao Yang couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say sorry to me?"

Shi Lei said: "I can write, but I definitely can't write well."

Xiao Yang smiled, "How can you know if you haven't tried it?"

Shi Lei was slightly stunned, "Aren't you afraid of losing?"

Xiao Yang shook his head, "I'm more afraid that you will lose confidence than losing. You have to learn to believe in yourself. Even if you lose today, at least you have fought."

Shi Lei suddenly laughed: "Don't give up, don't give up, I understand, Teacher Xiao, I will do my best. Maybe I am not as good as him today, but not in the future!"

Xiao Yang smiled and it was also very meaningful to help a young man build confidence.

As for the outcome...

Xiao Yang is really not worried about failure.

He can't do more than writing poems, but he has tens of millions of poems in his mind.

At this time, Lu Lin had already written his poem.

Half of my life has become a man of old age, and I can be alone in the study and whistle in the evening breeze.

There is nowhere to sell the pearls under the pen, and you are thrown into the wild vines.

Question - Question Vineyard!

Shi Qian immediately exclaimed: "Good poems, when Brother Lu was in the downturn, he even guarded the vineyard in the southern province. Only when ordinary people could not bear it can they succeed. Everyone should learn this spirit of struggle from Brother Lu."

Others also praised that this poem was indeed a good poem, which fully wrote Lu Lin's helplessness and despair at that time.

"Teacher Lu is indeed unparalleled in poetry and quick-witted." Shen Manwei also sincerely admired him. Who can not admire his writing of this level of poetry within such a short time?

Indeed, it is not something that ordinary people can complete to write the poem "Inscription on the Vineyard" in such a short time.

When Xiao Yang saw the person who asked the question and Lu Lin's eyes, the two seemed to know each other before, he couldn't help but wonder, could these two have colluded behind their backs?

Of course, no matter how speculation is, Xiao Yang is not stupid enough to point it out, because he has no evidence at all.

Shi Lei mustered up the courage and wrote a poem.

Shi Qian chuckled, "The words are very good, but the poems are very average. Young people, you have to keep working hard."

Many people chuckled. Even at this kid's level, he dared to stand up. He was simply overestimating his ability.

Now, even Ji Anran, Zhao Xueyi and others who were already a little confident in Xiao Yang and the others in front of the TV also smiled bitterly.

this……

It's not on the same level at all.

It's even more yarn.

The judges began to score.

The result is one-sided.

The full score was ten, Shi Lei only scored two points in the end, and Lu Lin scored nine points.

I gave Shi Lei two points purely to prevent the score from being too ugly.

Shi Lei was a little discouraged and a little unwilling to accept it. At this time, Xiao Yang patted his shoulder and smiled and encouraged: "It's okay, you will definitely be better than him in a few years."

Lu Lin disdained, "Better than me? Are you kidding?"

Xiao Yang looked at him, "High qualifications do not mean that it can be used to suppress young people. As an old senior, you should learn to encourage younger generations. This is the temperament and ability that older generations should have."

Lu Lin sneered, "Your character is worthy of teaching me how to be a human being?"

Xiao Yang smiled, "I clarified it once, I don't know that the seat I sat on was from Teacher Chen Manwei. As for whether to believe it or not, let me follow you."

Many people booed, obviously no one believed Xiao Yang's clarification. Now the situation is not conducive to me, so I thought of coming out to clarify. What have you done long ago?

Xiao Yang ignored everyone's booing, and continued: "As for character, Xiao Yang's character cannot be determined by an old senior's evaluation."

Shi Qian sneered, "Xiao Yang, you can now change people to write poems. If you can't even answer the two of you, you will lose in the first game."

Someone chuckled, "If anyone is not the same, they can't write a decent poem anyway."

Zhang Hua smiled and said, "Now it's time to enter advertising."

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Everyone.

In front of the TV, many viewers laughed, "Teacher Zhang Hua, you are so obviously hitting your cover."

Xiao Yang cast a grateful look at Zhang Hua, then whispered a few words to Shi Lei. After hearing this, Shi Lei's eyes suddenly showed light.

"An Ran, Xiao Yang should give up the first game, right?"

In Ji Anran's dormitory, all three roommates looked at Ji Anran.

Ji Anran really didn't know how to answer this question. She had a intuition that Xiao Yang might turn the tables, so she gritted her teeth and said, "I believe he will stick to it to the end."

Love can really make people lose their minds.

The three roommates looked at each other.

"Brother Zhao, will the director give up this?"

All colleagues at the radio station also looked at Zhao Xueyi.

Fan Xiaoxuan, isolated by the crowd, said sarcastically: "What can he do if he doesn't give up? Do you think he is really omnipotent? You know everything?"

Everyone glanced at Fan Xiaoxuan coldly.

Although Zhao Xueyi did not want to admit it, Xiao Yang really had no choice but to give up this way.

The level of the vineyard is very high, and even those from the Writers Association may not be able to surpass it, not to mention that Xiao Yang and others are not even half-baked poets.

Xiao Yang is barely considered a modern poet.

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Xiao Yang said to Zhang Hua: "Teacher Zhang Hua, the poem is written by Shi Lei."

Zhang Hua asked with a smile: "Did you write the poem?"

Xiao Yang nodded.

Lu Lin disdained that he didn't take Xiao Yang seriously at all.

Just a host, what can he write? Does he know what tone means?

Being able to write modern poetry does not mean that one can write ancient poetry.

Shi Lei took a deep breath and lifted the brush again.

Xiao Yang had just told him the poem that he just needed to write it out.

However, he had high requirements for himself. He had learned calligraphy since he was a child. He only had a few words in a poem. He could write it out in a simple way, but now he has been brewing for a long time.

Some viewers were unhappy, "Are you writing or not? Don't waste our time, okay?"

"That's right, either give in or write immediately."

"Hurry up, stop pretending."

Many people began to be dissatisfied.

Shi Lei started writing without distraction.

At this moment, he was like a god's help, and his calligraphy finally reached a higher level.

It’s not that Xiao Yang doesn’t want to write it himself, but that he doesn’t understand calligraphy at all, and his handwriting is so ugly.

The name of the poem was written.

Everyone looked at it and was disdainful.