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Only then did everyone under the podium see Wang Huan's words clearly.

"Young people don't know how to feel sad. They fall in love with the upper floors. They love the upper floors. They force their sorrows to write new words."

"Nowadays, I feel so sad that I want to talk and I still want to talk. I want to talk but I still want to talk. But the sky is cool for a long time."

If you want to use an appropriate idiom to describe the reaction of other people in the door wing at the moment.

Then it may be more appropriate to use "all shocked".

Chapter 0285 is the Mid-Autumn Festival greeting

Tick ​​tock.

The bell pointer above the podium issued a clear sound, which was transmitted to everyone's ears.

No one spoke.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the words on the blackboard, refusing to look away.

I don't know how long it took.

At night, a gust of autumn wind blew into the courtyard, and a few dead leaves on the ground were rolled up, and the people in the wing room couldn't help tightening their clothes.

Qu Mingfeng sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, it's a cool autumn."

After sighing, he stretched out his hands and began to applaud.

Immediately afterwards, everyone couldn't help applauding, including the sixteen young people in Cimen.

In an instant, there was thunderous applause.

……

On the Whale live broadcast platform, netizens also had a moment of sluggishness.

Following the applause in the courtyard, many netizens spontaneously applauded in front of the computer.

"Brother Huan is really king! Mom asked me why I knelt down and looked at the computer every day?"

"The people in Cimen were slapped in the face. Just now, everyone insisted on expressing their sorrow, and they were immediately ridiculed by Brother Huan."

"But this poem is really good. I, a person who doesn't know poetry, can read it easily."

"Let me just say, since Brother Huan can write ancient poems like "Pipa Xing", how could his attainments in lyrics and music be shallow. Sure enough, Wang Zhan is the one who makes a move."

"Didn't everyone notice Brother Huan's handwriting? It's elegant and unrestrained, and it's a family of its own. With this handwriting, if he goes to the door of the book, it's really possible to break through the door."

"Really, what a beautiful word."

"I love it, I love it..."

"..."

Wan Xiwen's eyes were complicated. After the applause subsided, he looked at Wang Huan and asked, "What's the name of this poem?"

"untitled."

Originally this poem was called Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Dao Zhongbi, but the name Wang Huan was difficult to come up with, but I couldn't think of any good name in a hurry, so I can only say it is untitled.

Wan Xiwen nodded, glanced at the words on the blackboard again, and sighed in his heart: "Very good words, you won the first competition."

Wang Huan looked at those Cimen members who still had a hint of unwillingness in their eyes, and said: "Wan Lao, actually, the poem I wrote did not mean to ridicule your Shimen members."

He had to emphasize it, otherwise maybe these proud young people would hold grudges in their hearts.

Wan Xiwen laughed loudly: "Are you underestimating me, aren't you? Although I may not be able to write the words just now, as the master of the Ci sect, I still have this level of appreciation. Your poem It’s not just a word of worry that can be understood. I really don’t know where you come from such a worrying mind at such a young age. In fact, the word you write here does not fit the artistic conception of the word. If it is placed in the ancient times when the country is in trouble, it The meaning of it will be greatly increased, and it may even become an inheritance. Words are good words... Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

Wan Xiwen shook his head while talking.

I don't know what he is pity for.

Wang Huan was also unclear, he could only keep smiling.

In the eyes of everyone, it is unpredictable, but it is actually a pretending smile.

No way, he just got the poem from the system, but if he were to explain the artistic conception contained in the poem, he would probably be dumbfounded immediately.

"In the future, when you have more reputation, you have to buy more knowledge-type skills from the system to enrich yourself, just in case."

Wang Huan thought to himself.

After all, poetry is dead, and improving one's own cultural level is fundamental.

Wan Xiwen continued: "Since you have passed the first level, the next step is the second level. I will personally compete with you."

Although Wang Huan's poem just now amazed the audience, Wan Xiwen still exudes strong self-confidence. As a professor of the Department of Literature of Qingbei University, he and Qu Mingfeng are known as the two leading figures of the Department of Literature of Qingbei University.His research on poetry is completely at the level of senior experts, and he has long been well-known in the Chinese literary circle, and he has also published a collection of Greek poetry.

So facing Wang Huan's entry, he was not afraid at all.

"Ok."

Wang Huan hummed, and asked: "Then, how to determine the title of the second level?"

Wan Xiwen said: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today is also the Mid-Autumn Festival cultural celebration of Huashi Society. On such a day, of course we have to write a poem to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival to express our feelings and nostalgia for the Mid-Autumn Festival. So The topic of the second level is: Mid-Autumn Festival!"

A sound of exclamation sounded from all around.

This topic can be said to be expected by many people, but it is also unexpected.

Why do you say that?

Because it seems easy to write lyrics with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival, but it is actually extremely difficult.Anyone with a little cultural background knows that since ancient times, countless outstanding ancient literati have left behind many classic poems about Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are at least hundreds of poems about Mid-Autumn Festival handed down in the world.All kinds of things related to Mid-Autumn Festival were basically written by ancient literati.

If people nowadays want to write a poem about Mid-Autumn Festival, if they are not careful, they will fall into the cliché, which will make people laugh in vain.

"Wan Xiwen is exaggerating his tricks? Mid-Autumn Festival poetry is not easy to write."

"The simpler it is, the more difficult it is. The harder it is, the simpler it is. I don't know how Brother Huan will break the situation later."

"Wan Xiwen is now a leading figure in the literary world. A while ago, I bought a collection of "Xiwen Poems". All the poems in it are worth reading carefully."

"Words for Mid-Autumn Festival? This is too simple, I can write: the moon is high, and my heart is full of joy. Mid-Autumn Festival has come, can mooncakes be far behind?"

"Upstairs, hot eyes!"

"Sit and wait for Wang Huan to hit the street."