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Chapter 245 Stunning deep into the soul (fourth update, add 4 for "Aotch", please subscribe)

If it wasn't for the slight changes in the lighting on the stage, those who were watching the live broadcast would have thought the network was stuck.

Everyone at the scene almost came to a standstill, staring blankly at the ball of paper in the host's hand.

There is incredible in everyone's eyes.

Many viewers even thought they were dazzled and wiped their eyes vigorously.

I don't know how long it took before the host suppressed his shock and looked at the ball of paper again, his eyes filled with disbelief: "This...is it still snow?"

three times.

The three of them drew three times, and all of them hit the topic of "snow".

What is this luck?
In other words, luck cannot be used, but miracles can only be used to describe it.

In the live broadcast room, the eyes of netizens almost dropped when they saw this scene.

"It's snow again?"

"I thought I was wrong."

"Is this the show crew's intention to punish Lin Xuan?"

"Brother Xuan, is this a relationship with Xue?"

"Fuck, brother Xuan is going to die."

"..."

Backstage, even the director Yu Qun was stunned, grabbed the assistant's hand, frowned and said, "Xiao Zhang, isn't that box full of notes that also say 'Snow'?"

The assistant shook his head like a rattle: "Impossible! I tested this link myself!"

But even so, Xiao Zhang's head is still numb. There are hundreds of different paper balls, and three different people draw the same paper ball. What is the probability?
However, after everyone came back to their senses, almost everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan.

Especially Ye Tingyu, with deep worry in his eyes.

Having won "Xue" in the first two draws, Lin Xuan was able to write poems about Xue Yong twice in a row, and the standard was still so high. This kind of literary attainment can be called extremely high.

But the third time he drew "Snow" again?
It is estimated that even some famous writers and poets in history may not be able to write three poems chanting snow in a short time.

Ma Peiming frowned and looked at Lin Xuan: "Student Lin Xuan, why don't we ask the host to draw again? Otherwise, it would be too unfair to you."

Compared with Lin Xuan in writing poems in his current status, it can be regarded as unequal.

If Lin Xuan was asked to write Yongxue's poems three times, it would be unreasonable both emotionally and rationally.

Lin Xuan, who was in the center of everyone's eyes, was still calm, and he smiled slightly: "Mr. Ma, the rules have already been set. Since the host has drawn 'Xue', changing it now is breaking the rules, so there is no need to change it." gone."

Ma Peiming shook his head: "This is a special situation. I believe no one will blame you even if you change the subject."

At the scene, many spectators also shouted out.

"Lin Xuan, change it."

"It's okay, we both understand."

"another!"

"another!"

"another!"

Lin Xuan shook his head resolutely, with a righteous face: "There is no rule without rules, and it is God's will that I can win the snow three times."

No one would have guessed it, but this girl thought in her heart: What should I change?If I change it, I have to search my memory again, what a hassle!
Yes.

He was just annoying.

Ma Peiming stared into his eyes, and found that Lin Xuan didn't mean any reluctance, but showed determination, he smiled wryly: "Forget it. I took advantage of this game. If that's the case, I'll write poetry first. Let you Give me more time to think. Otherwise, I feel really sorry for the old man."

After speaking, he walked to the center of the stage, picked up a pen and began to meditate.

After about five or six minutes.

Ma Peiming raised his eyebrows suddenly, inspiration welled up.Immediately write quickly on paper.

In just two minutes, the writing is over.

However, after he finished writing, he did not throw away the pen immediately, but read it carefully for a few minutes, and carefully revised a few words.This is looking up at Lin Xuan: "I finished writing."

"Ok."

Lin Xuan nodded, and didn't start writing immediately. He also pretended to think for a while before spreading out the paper, and then he finished it in one go.

In less than a minute, he threw the pen aside.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Especially in the live broadcast room, there were countless bullet screens.

"Written?"

"Written what?"

"Whose poem is better?"

"It must be Teacher Ma, he is a master in the literary world, and Lin Xuan is still a bit off."

"I think Lin Xuan won. His second poem is so good."

"I believe in Lin Xuan's strength, but this is the third time he has written Xueshi, can he still have inspiration?"

There are different opinions.

But at this moment, all the poems written by the two were blocked, and no one knew what they wrote.

The host smiled slightly: "Okay, now Teacher Ma and Brother Xuan have written their respective poems, now we will take the speed of completion as the premise, and first show Teacher Ma's poems for everyone to read, okay? "

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"expect!"

Many viewers shouted and looked forward to watching the big screen.

This time, the director team did not pretend to be a cover-up, and directly put Ma Peiming's poems on the big screen:

Snow falls in the north wind,
Where are the soft words and cheers?
Half-tree silver flowers fly fine flocs,
One branch is haggard and one branch is flourishing.

[This poem is excerpted from the Internet, the author Wang Huyuan, hereby marked. 】

When the audience saw this poem, the applause had already started.Because many people with a little literary background can tell at a glance that Ma Peiming's poem is far superior to the previous poems written by students, both in terms of words and artistic conception.

"As expected of Master Ma."

"Yes, what a beautiful poem."

"This is the level of a top literary master."

"so amazing."

"Appreciate! Envy! Worship!"

Even the three teachers, Lu Cheng and the others, who were sitting in the seat, had splendor in their eyes.

Lu Cheng smiled and said: "Old Ma is indeed a hero, as he was back then, so a 'half tree with silver flowers flying fine catkins, one branch is haggard and one branch is flourishing', this sentence is really perfect."

Shen Qing also nodded: "That's true. Teacher Ma's attainments in poetry are indeed far inferior to mine."

Liu Jihong also praised: "It's been a long time since I saw Teacher Ma make a move. It seems that I have to thank Lin Xuan. It was Lin Xuan who played well today that made us see Teacher Ma's strength. Amazing! Amazing!"

on the stage.

Even Ma Peiming himself felt a little proud of being able to improvise an impromptu poem of excellent quality in such a short period of time, even if he was not able to do it at any time.

I wrote this poem because I was inspired just now.

But even though he was a little excited, thinking of the second poem "Song of Snow" written by Lin Xuan just now, he still sighed in his heart: "It's really about artistic conception and quality. My poem is probably not as good as Lin Xuan's second poem." Poetry, the last sentence of that poem is really wonderful, the real finishing touch, which gives the whole poem a soul. Looking at the entire literary world today, there are only a handful of people who can write lines of that level. Ashamed...ashamed ...If I had competed with Lin Xuan on the second poem, I would have already lost at this moment. But now I have taken advantage, and it should not be a problem to beat his third poem."

Thinking of this, Ma Peiming's mind was once again inspired, and he looked at his own poem: "I am laughing at you, this poem is just a temporary work, and it is not very mature. For example, if the third line's 'fine flake' is replaced by..."

Having said that, he picked up a pen and prepared to revise the poem, and he was able to give advice to his classmates on the spot.

But when he just picked up the pen, his eyes glanced at the poem written by Lin Xuan next to him.

With just one glance, Ma Peiming was stunned for a moment.

The senior in the literary world suddenly sighed and threw his pen aside: "There is no need to compare, I lost."

next moment.

Lin Xuan's poem appeared on the huge screen:

"Jiang Snow"

Thousands of mountains and birds flew absolutely,
Wanjing people disappeared.

The lone boat,
Fishing alone in the winter snow.

(End of this chapter)