Chapter 43 Come Two Poems! (Thank You for the Reward, Thank You)

(Thank you for your rewards, thank you, and touch ING)

"Brother, what you wrote is..."

"This is poetry!"

"You... let me ask you what word is this?"

"Brush calligraphy."

"Your calligraphy... I... I have never seen this kind of writing. Is this a new font?"

When Lu Yuan dried up the ink and spread out the rice paper, Xu Xiaonian stared at the words on the rice paper with wide-eyed eyes, and held back for a long time before uttering such a sentence.

Lu Yuan's calligraphy is very styled, and even the brushwork is chaotic, which has the feeling of Tang Dynasty people's crazy cursive.

Xu Xiaonian took a deep breath and let it out again.

This way of writing made Xu Xiaonian terrified, as if he had seen a ghost, and he stared at the word "farmer" for a long time.

For some reason, there are thousands of grass and mud horses running past in my heart, and I even have a little doubt about how Lu Yuan answered the second line...

"Cough, cough...Actually, I know how to write with a pen. I'm not used to holding this brush... so it's inevitable that my writing is a bit sloppy..." After Lu Yuan looked at his poem, his face suddenly became pale. Embarrassed.

That's pretty stiff.

"Your poem..." Xu Xiaonian looked around, saw the people around him biting their pens in thought, or scribbling quickly, and looking at Lu Yuan, it seemed that there was no pressure at all, and his heart was even more careless...

Although he couldn't see what kind of shit Lu Yuan was writing, but seeing Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that it must not be something good.

"Cough, cough... Actually, I don't have much talent, and I don't know any poems. I just write casually, casually... Uh, brother, why don't you write? Look at me..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly With a sound, the more I look at it, the more I feel that my handwriting is ugly.

"Ah, yes... I forgot about myself." After being shocked by Lu Yuan's inexplicable operation for a while, Xu Xiaonian quickly came to his senses and concentrated on thinking about his poem.

Lu Yuan pretended to look at the handwriting he wrote seriously, and then secretly looked at the handwriting written by the person next to him...

Such a comparison, he only felt that his self-confidence was hit!

In the past, watching people on TV write brush characters casually, and it was a piece of heaven and earth in one go. Lu Yuan inevitably felt that I could do it, but when he really started to write with the brush in his hand, he suddenly felt Myself is too young.

That's all...

It is done in one go, but what is written...

What the hell is this?

Ghost character?

can see?

Lu Yuan's eyes widened and he couldn't recognize any shit...

If this thing is handed over...

Embarrassed and thrown at grandma's house?

He shook his head, kneaded the poems he had written into a ball, then continued to dip in the ink, and secretly imitated Xu Xiaonian holding a brush, writing poems slowly. When Lu Yuan really got down to write something seriously, he found that the writing Very slow, what he wrote just a few minutes ago, it took him ten minutes to finish writing.

Just when Lu Yuan was halfway through writing, people handed in papers one after another...

After looking at the person who handed in the paper, Lu Yuan looked at his handwriting, and finally sighed.

How could brush calligraphy be created overnight?

Ugly is ugly, but anyway...

Can you see what the word is?

It's just poetry, not words, right?

What if it is compared?

Do you want another song?

The quality of the words is not good, how about the quantity?

Anyway, these two poems, I checked online and no one wrote them...

or……

Write it out and no one knows.

Um……

Otherwise, just be shameless?

Day, I can't be so shameless!

Lu Yuan looked at the others again,

In the end, he gritted his teeth, simply did not do anything, picked up a pen and wrote another poem on the blank space of the rice paper.

How can I be so shameless, I am a plagiarist!

What a sinful man!

Of course, Lu Yuan also criticized himself for a long time.

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"Well, Dao Yuting's handwriting is powerful and powerful. Although she is a woman, the handwriting she writes is extremely masculine. This song "Busy Farming" is also very good. Yes, yes... As expected of a family of poetry and books since childhood, I I think this song "Busy Farming" can be rated as 8.5 points."

"I think, although this poem is well written and rhymes well, it has lost its flavor and looks more brisk and romantic. I don't like this kind of feeling, 8.4."

"Well, I think 8.3 has lost its flavor after all."

"Shen Rong's "In the Field" can be written in a modern style, full of post-modernist style. Well, I think it can be scored as 8.8 points, and the meaning is not bad..."

"Why not rate 8.8?"

"Haha, poems with a score of 8.8 or above are poems that we old men agree with. Last year, there was only one poem "Sky". I think this modern poem "In the Field" is really not ready. What do you think, Xiaoxi?"

"Well, there are a few flaws in the writing, but the artistic conception is not bad, not bad, too much emphasis on emotion... If I give it to you, at most 8.7 points"

"Hehe, you are stricter than our old man, haha!"

"Huh? This poem is not bad, yes, who wrote this? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"

"Ma Runzhi? Is that the Ma Runzhi of Yan Dacai?"

"Yeah, 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 scored as 8.9."

"8.9? That's a bit high..."

"Look at it."

"Oh, yes, it's really good. I also score 8.9. This poem is a rare masterpiece. Lao Li, aren't you writing modern poetry? I think this poem can be included in your book."

"Yes, I have the same plan, 8.9 points, the writing is very pleasing to me, quite good."

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When the last gifted scholar finished his poem, everyone looked at the selection stage in front of them.

They watched the elders on the selection stage whispering to each other, either meditating, feeling emotional, or admiring...

They were extremely disturbed.

To them, the 50,000 yuan bonus is not worth much, what is valuable is the evaluation and appreciation of these old men.

Each of these old men is the mainstay of the Chinese literary world, and they are quite prestigious. More importantly, one of the old men is named Li Guonan, who is writing a book called "Modern Poetry Anthology". If you can be favored by them, then you will definitely show off your atmosphere, and you can also pretend to be aggressive in the literary world.

"Brother, are you nervous now?"

"Okay."

"Um, are you looking for something then?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan's hand strangely.

"No..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and finally put his hand on the table obediently.

He habitually wanted to take out a cigarette, knowing that he didn't buy it, but subconsciously turned his head back to take it out.

In this situation, it is really lonely for Lu Yuan not to smoke.

After all, waiting is lonely.

When Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the judges' seat and saw a gray-haired old man smoking a cigarette and reading the words, he was inexplicably envious in his heart, and even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to smoke a cigarette.

"Brother, 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 there?"

"How can this go up, we can only wait."

"Can we still wait?"

"Can't we wait?"

"He's coming over to smoke us?"

"????" Xu Xiaonian, who was looking forward to hearing Lu Yuan's words, suddenly trembled 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 a little innocent.

"I hope my poems can enter his book... what are you thinking?"

"I want to ask him to borrow a cigarette... I'm addicted to cigarettes..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly, a little bit embarrassed, and felt his face thinned instantly.

"..." Xu Xiaonian felt his eyes darken instantly.

What is this for!

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"This handwriting is really... Is there anyone here who can write so poorly?"

"Lu Yuan? Huh? Pity farmers?"

"Two poems? Isn't this too exaggerated? If you can't write words, just use the numbers to make up?"

"It's noon on the day of hoeing?"

"Eh... plant a grain of millet in spring?"

"what!"

"Boom!"

"This……"

"This is……"

There was a sound of slapping the table in Nuo Da's venue...

The old man Li who was smoking suddenly stood up, staring at his eyes, his eyes were horrified, and even his whole body was shocked!