After abusing scumbags, she becomes stronger

Chapter 28 The Immortal Poetry's Great Power Comes

The finals of Hua Guohao Poetry is much more rigorous in organization.

Not to mention the four main judges, they are all very famous contemporary poets.

The [-] public judges are all elites in the cultural field. There is also an online voting link. The three methods complement each other and appear to be much fairer.

It seems fair, but for Wei Ran today, it's not fair.

Because, now his reputation is too bad!Has been hacked out of Xiang!

It is conceivable that no matter how good his poems are, he will definitely suffer in the online voting session.

It's just that there is no other way, they have already entered the finals, so they can't retire, right?

People with ulterior motives on the Internet have already begun to issue proposals: "Resolutely boycott Wei Ran! Resolutely boycott this shameful adopted person!"

"Talent is valuable, but virtue is more important! We only support players with both ability and integrity!"

"What talent does he have? Bullshit talent! It's all an illusion! Wei Ran is a shameful plagiarist!"

"That's right! Scumbag Wei Ran is not only a shameful adoptee, a shameful plagiarist, a shameful private fraudster, but also a hateful domestic violence fanatic. If you vote for a dog, you can't vote for him!"

"..."

Amidst the scolding and beating, Wei Ran's popularity index continued to soar.

It's true, blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes depend on blessings!

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After all, it was the finals, and there were only the last ten contestants left. The host, Ms. Dong, slowed down the pace of hosting.

After the opening remarks of the show, Ms. Dong said: "The ten contestants who came to participate in the finals today successfully stood out in the national competition and successfully advanced to the finals. There is no doubt that they are the best!"

There was a slight pause, and after the applause fell, Ms. Dong continued: "Even if only one contestant wins the championship in the end, they are the best, because they have become the well-deserved leaders of contemporary poetry!"

Applause broke out again.

With the music playing, the contestants began to appear.

Then the game started.

The order of appearance in the game is based on ranking.

Wei Ran ranked tenth, so he was naturally the first to play.

In this finals, a contestant introduction session was added.

The column group is really well-intentioned!A VCR is also prepared for each player.

During the VCR playback, the voice of Ms. Dong introducing the basic conditions of the contestants sounded.

"Wei Ran, the No. [-] contestant, has a bachelor's degree and graduated from Beijing University of Physical Education.

Eight years ago, he won the [-]-meter sprint championship in the National University Games. Seven years ago, he won the third place in the [-]-meter sprint in the World Olympic Youth Games.

Later, he retired due to injury and had to end his sports career.

After retiring from the military, Wei Ran worked as a fitness coach in a fitness company for five years. During the five years, he continued to study poetry and poetry, and his achievements in poetry and poetry were astonishing.

What is even more commendable is that he did not give up the sport he loves. In the international marathon held in Quancheng not long ago, he persisted tenaciously after 40 kilometers.

However, it is a pity that he exhausted his energy when he was about to reach the finish line..."

During the process of Ms. Dong's explanation, the VCR on the big screen played intermittently the bits and pieces of Wei Ran's life over the years, some were photos, some were videos, and accompanied by tear-jerking music, Wei Ran's eyes filled with tears. up.

But at this moment, someone booed at the scene, followed by the sound of "wow". Those who didn't know it thought it was a cross talk competition!
And then, someone actually yelled: "Scumbag! Shameful foster! Violent maniac!..."

There was a lot of scolding, the ratings continued to rise, but the order of the scene was chaotic.

The host, Ms. Dong, had sweat on her forehead.

But fortunately, the order on the scene did not get out of control. With the efforts of many staff, the order was finally restored.

When the lights dimmed and came back on again, Wei Ran began his poetry recitation performance.

Wei Ran's mental endurance is now very strong.

He knew it well, and the right time for him was the canvassing session after all the contestants had finished performing.

He was going to release that recording at that time point.

Therefore, his performance at this moment cannot be messed up.

In the finals, each contestant will have 10 minutes to perform.

Within 10 minutes, one long poem can be recited, or three to four short poems can be recited, which is decided by the contestants themselves.

It can be seen that the difficulty has indeed increased.

The competition is about the comprehensive strength of the players, and the prize money is really hard to get.

For others, this difficulty is indeed a bit high. After all, good poetry is not something that can be done just by thinking about it.

But for Wei Ran, it doesn't exist at all!There are many poems written by Shi Xianda, and almost all of them are fine works.

Wei Ran has already risked it all. Didn't these people say that they plagiarized?Then simply plagiarize the most classic.Anyway, they couldn't find evidence, and they were mad at them!People who are shameless are invincible!

The first song he recited was "Will Enter the Wine" by Shi Xianda.

This poem is indeed the most outstanding work of Li Bai, the poet fairy.

Amidst the sound of music, Wei Ran, who is in a toga with long sleeves, seemed to be possessed by a playwright for a moment, and the ancient chant sounded.

"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng,
Will enter the wine, the cup will not stop.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I’m drunk and don’t want to wake up.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

As soon as this poem came out, it shocked the audience immediately.

Of course, it wasn't just the audience that was shocked, the audience in front of the TV was also completely shocked.

Although these people can't write good poems, they still have the ability to appreciate good poems.

Where is this masterpiece?This is simply a masterpiece, a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages, okay?

Before the horror of these people was over, the sound of the music changed, and Wei Ran's second poem was recited again.

""The Road Is Difficult"

There are tens of thousands of sake bottles in Jinzun and tens of thousands of dollars in jade dish.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, he couldn't eat.

To cross the Yellow River Bingsaichuan, will climb Taihanghang snow-covered mountains.

Come leisurely fishing on Bixi, suddenly take a boat dream day.

The road is difficult, the road is difficult, there are many divergent roads, where are you today?
There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea. "

This first line is difficult to come out, not to mention the audience in front of the TV and the public judges on the spot, even the four judges only feel scalp tingling for a while!

Especially the last sentence: "There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, hang the clouds and sail straight to help the sea", they only felt as if all the countless pores on their bodies were opened in an instant.

It's like reaching a hearty moment when applauding for love.

(End of this chapter)