Many spectators in the audience remained silent.

Because everyone present is an extraordinary being, and they don’t want to lose their etiquette!

Watching Luo Xueyi's performance, Zhang Huizhong first said: "This program format is quite novel. CCTV's stage blessing has a great effect."

Wu Tong first nodded in agreement: "Yes, the stage effect is very powerful, the atmosphere is simple, and it is easy to substitute. The assistant actor hired by Luo Xueyi also has good acting skills! It depends on what kind of works he can write. In modern times, it is better

There are no popular lyric works."

Not far away, Zhang Guobin whispered: "I wonder if Luo Xueyi is fully prepared this time!"

Sitting next to Zhang Guobin was also a middle-aged man, He Fujiang, the vice principal from Shuimu. He looked at Luo Xueyi and said softly: "I believe in Luo Xueyi's knowledge. His ancestors were the best at that time two hundred years ago.

One of the famous lyricists and the most talented person from the royal family who went abroad at that time."

Zhang Guobin smiled but said nothing, staring carefully at Luo Xueyi who picked up the brush and was about to write.

Everyone else also looked closely at Luo Xueyi's pen!

On the big screen at the back, Luo Xueyi's pen and the white paper under his pen were clearly displayed...

I saw Luo Xueyi put his pen directly on the white paper and quickly wrote a few words.

Set the storm!

Backstage, Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi and other Shuimu teachers and students all looked at Luo Xueyi slightly nervously. They didn't know what Luo Xueyi would write on the spot.

However, when they saw the words "dingfengbo", Wen Honglun and Wang Hongyi couldn't help but glance at Xiao Daolin who was preparing to appear next to them.

because……

Xiao Daolin focuses on one word card, which is Ding Fengbo.

Han Lei, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and others also looked at Xiao Daolin.

Xiao Daolin himself frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, Luo Xueyi actually wrote the word "Ding Feng Bo". He glanced at the others, saw everyone looking at him, and said softly: "I have never communicated with him. Moreover, I will definitely write it."

I don’t know if Luo Xueyi can write Ding Feng Bo Ci Pai well.”

Wen Honglun nodded without saying anything. He glanced at Wang Hongyi and others, but he had no hope in this. He didn't think Luo Xueyi's Ding Feng Bo could be as good as Xiao Daolin's.

Xiao Daolin has focused on this Ci brand for many years, and has published several national works, which are indeed very good. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the representative works of Ci works in the past twenty years.

After all, in the current literary and Chinese studies circles, there are not many people left who study ancient poetry. There are not many people who can write complete works according to rhythm, and there are even fewer people who can write complete works with a certain level.

.

If Xiao Daolin continues to develop, he hopes to become one of the representatives of domestic poetry works in the future.

Of course, Luo Xue is not weaker than Xiao Daolin. Luo Xue can also skillfully fill in the five word cards. His talent in Song poetry is still above Xiao Daolin.

only……

It all depends on how well Luo Xueyi writes this time.

With complex and expectant thoughts, several people looked at Luo Xueyi who wrote the words "defeating the situation", but they couldn't help but look back at Wang Cheng who was still sitting in the resting place not far away.

I saw that Wang Cheng was still sitting there, not raising his head to take a look at Luo Xueyi's performance!

This made Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi, Han Lei and others couldn't help but smile bitterly and helplessly, and there was still some anger in their hearts that had nowhere to vent!

They made so many preparations and worked so hard just for Wang Cheng...

However, Wang Cheng himself seemed not to care!

This gave them the feeling of punching the air with all their might.

With Wang Cheng like this, even if they win, they still have a feeling that the victory is in vain and of little value.

Because Wang Cheng did not regard them as opponents at all...

Xia Xi, who was sitting next to Wang Cheng, reminded her in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, Sima Guang, played by Luo Xueyi, is writing about Ding Fengbo..."

Set the storm?

Wang Cheng nodded casually, just looked up, didn't care, and continued to look at the book in his hand.

Wen Yixiao and Han Xiao didn't speak. They all had absolute trust in Wang Cheng...

Luo Xueyi on the stage was extremely focused at this time, holding a brush and writing down cursive calligraphy fonts on the white paper!

"The wild birds are noisy at the edge of the fence. The business in the small courtyard is happy. It's better if it's not sunny outside."

"Tian. The setting sun is a tree and it's late to see."

"The cooking is as good as it gets. Do you know? It's rare to sleep in such a wide space in this world. I'll be even more lazy when I make an appointment to see Hua Nong tomorrow."

"Let's do it first. Three cups of Mao wine to overcome the cold spring."

Writing them down one by one in a slightly elegant and steady running script, Luo Xueyi also exuded a free and easy atmosphere, as if he was not sad about the current situation.

The audience was also quiet. When Luo Xueyi's brush stopped, comments started to appear one after another.

Zhang Guobin whispered to He Fujiang: "Old He, Luo Xue in your school is worthy of his family background. His calligraphy is also good, and he has already entered the hall! This poem can be regarded as a fine piece. In the past twenty or thirty years, it can be compared with

There’s not much compared to it.”

He Fujiang had a smile on his face, but he also said humbly: "No, he is still too young and needs to be polished. Although this song Ding Fengbo is not bad, it is actually a bit petty. Sima Guang in history was ambitious.

A man of great talent. The calmness in this poem is in line with the historical Sima Guang."

Later, Li Qing, a professor at Peking University, said with a smile: "Principal He, don't ask for so much. Luo Xueyi's poem is enough to rank among the best poems in recent years, and it is enough to make your school look good. That's all.

Let’s see if we can defeat Wang Cheng…”

He Fujiang smiled again: "Let's see how many points Lao Wang and the others give Luo Xueyi! This poem is indeed a rare and good work in modern times."

but……

Several people had a word in their minds.

That is, this is only a good work in modern times. If we go a little further in time, even two hundred years ago, it can only be said to be ordinary.

Because Luo Xue is a modern person after all. Although he has been exposed to a lot of Chinese studies and traditional culture since he was a child, he grew up in the modern information society after all. The works he writes will inevitably have the unique atmosphere and characteristics of modern times, that is, the whole

The first work is not as smooth and natural as those written by the ancients, so there is no problem there, but anyone who knows a little bit can tell what period this work is from after reading it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I have learned the rhythm of poetry since I was a child, and I have mastered the essence. When writing works, the words and sentences are more in line with the rhythm and rhythm, and the reading is smoother and more accurate.

Comfortable!

This is something that no modern person can imitate.

This is also the reason why several of Wang Cheng's works can shock the entire literary world.

because……

Several of Wang Cheng's works, when placed among the masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, are not inconsistent at all. If they are said to be the works of some great ancient literary giant, no one would doubt that they do not have the slightest modern flavor. This can be said to be the work of modern times.

Something that none of the literary giants in the past century have ever done.

Luo Xue also finished writing, with a smile on his face, and said softly: "I'll just wait for the opportunity!"

With that, his performance ended, and the stage lights gradually dimmed.

The scene immediately burst into applause...

Wen Honglun and other Shuimu teachers and students in the back applauded vigorously, and even Wang Hongyi had a hint of admiration on her pretty face.

Han Lei, Xiao Daolin and others from Beijing University all looked slightly solemn and applauded vigorously.

Luo Xueyi’s work exceeded their expectations!

Even though Xiao Daolin has been studying Ding Feng Bo Ci Pai for many years, the best work he has published before is comparable to Luo Xueyi's work.

However, Luo Xue did not specialize in Ding Feng Bo. He also studied four or five Ci Pai and was able to write lyrics proficiently.

Therefore, in terms of Ci, Luo Xueyi's talent and strength surpassed Xiao Daolin.

Xiao Daolin took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Even if he lost to Luo Xue in the field of poetry, it would not matter. He also knew other things, such as calligraphy, modern poetry, prose, etc., and had published good works. Comprehensive

His strength is absolutely not inferior to Luo Xueyi's.

Thinking of this, Xiao Daolin became more confident again. He looked back at Wang Cheng and saw that Wang Cheng was still reading a book by himself without glancing at Luo Xueyi's works. A wry smile appeared on his face again!

The applause gradually stopped.

The lights on the stage came on again.

Luo Xueyi was still dressed in ancient costume, like a handsome young man in ancient times, standing on the stage, facing the four judges Wang Jianbin, Jiang Sihua, Zheng Ning and Hu Jun.

Jiang Sihua, the oldest one, spoke first: "I didn't expect that you surprised me in the first performance. This poem is more in line with Sima Guang's spirit and is very calm. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece in contemporary times."

You are worthy of being a queen from a famous family, Ronaldinho, I give you ninety-five points!"

As the inheritor of a master of traditional Chinese painting, Jiang Sihua is also knowledgeable and talented. Naturally, he has an incomparable understanding of Song poetry and gave his own evaluation and score.

A perfect score of 100 points, 95 points is already an absolutely high score.

However, almost everyone present was not surprised by this.

Because almost all of them felt that Luo Xue also deserved this score.

Nowadays, this work is indeed a rare masterpiece. Many big figures in the Chinese studies circle in Beijing cannot write it.

Luo Xueyi bowed slightly with a smile on his face and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, I am so ashamed!"

Then, Zheng Ning also smiled and said: "You deserve this, Luo Xueyi, but I hope you won't be proud, continue to make progress in the future, and continue to write better works. I will give you ninety-five points!"

Luo Xueyi bowed again and thanked: "Thank you Mr. Zheng, I will continue to work hard!"

Hu Jun said in a Buddhist tone: "Yes, yes, it is indeed a good piece of music. I will give you ninety-five points. Come on!"

Luo Xueyi smiled even brighter: "Thank you, Mr. Hu..."

Wang Jianbin finally spoke: "I give you ninety-five points. If you can write more boldly and boldly, it will be more in line with the artistic conception of Sima Guang's character at that time! However, now you have done a good job, and I also

I’ll give you ninety-five points!”

As Luo Xueyi's teacher, Wang Jianbin pointed out on the spot that Luo Xueyi's writing was not suitable enough for the character.

Luo Xueyi naturally accepted it humbly: "Mr. Wang is right, I don't understand this character well enough. I will do better next time. Thank you for your advice..."
To be continued...