I’m Really a Superstar

The pen falls.

Word into.

This poem has just come out, and I still can't see anything for the time being. The first thing everyone sees is Zhang Wei's words. When I see Zhang Hao's seemingly loose but sharp brushwork, I look at the bustling young women. The teachers all wowed, and a few teachers and professors who really know how to understand calligraphy are also looking at them. They rushed into a few positions and looked closer, then they were again!

"This word..."

"This calligraphy is too clever!"

“General amateur calligraphy lovers can't write this word!”

"Is this a trick? This style of behavior, I have never seen it before, it feels a bit like a regular book, but it is not the same."

"The word is so beautiful!"

"I didn't expect Zhang Hao to write such a good calligraphy!"

"I also know for the first time that Teacher Zhang’s calligraphy has such a high level!"

Everyone can see it one by one.

Liao Qi’s eyebrows are also quite unexpected.

Several Tsinghua teachers looked at each other.

Only Su Na’s expression was unchanged. There was a birthday party in the previous anniversary of the Calligraphy Association. With a calligraphy master and Wu Zeqing’s birthday, Su Na and many calligraphy associations have already seen Zhang Wei’s calligraphy skills. Su Na thinks that Zhang Hao’s best written word is “Mulan Poetry”. All the features and styles on Zhang’s book are vividly displayed in that word. Generally, people don’t say it is like this. The pedals can't write the style of Zhang Huan's calligraphy. This kind of book can be said to be Zhang Yi's unique one. No one has imitated it!

The people in this world naturally don’t know that Zhang Wei’s words are actually imitating the fonts of his famous book on the earth, Wang Haozhi. Although Zhang’s calligraphy skills experience book has not been enough, it may still lack a lot of heat. But even if there is a portrait of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, it is enough to shock the people of this world. The name of the book is not white, but it is not the self-styled of Wang Hao, it is the affirmation given by history!

"Absolutely!"

"This word is really pleasing to the eye!"

"If it is more than calligraphy, Professor Liao is defeated."

"Yeah, but this time the title is more than a poem."

Many people are full of praise. After the stunning calligraphy of Zhang Huan, everyone has slowly begun to pay attention to the poems written by Zhang Wei. I want to see what Zhang Jian can play under the topic of "husband and wife" which he is not good at. Look like.

Suna squeezed in.

President Pan went up.

The poems are as follows:

"Yi recalls wife"

Looking at the mountains from the water.

I have seen a few things in my contacts.

The pot is afraid of a glass of wine.

It is difficult to write and rhyme.

Lost and blocked people for a long time.

The news no geese sent back late.

The lonely lamp night is long and quiet.

The husband recalled his wife and his father.

After the pen was dropped, Zhang Hao still left his own money.

Finally confirmed a look, Zhang Hao nodded with satisfaction, put down the brush, strolled out to crowd out, and went back to the oven to eat, this time to eat roasted mushrooms.

Leave a group of people to cheer again and again!

"Good poetry!"

"All poems revolve around a ‘remember', and the husband’s thoughts and feelings about his wife are too bleak and beautiful!”

"Cattle!"

"I thought that Liao's poems have reached the peak. I didn't expect Teacher Zhang to be a teacher. It is a well-deserved reputation! It is no worse than Liao's poem! And you know, Zhang Wei is still not married, the topic of 'husband' itself. It is not the field that he is good at. If you consider this point, and then consider the fact that it is improvisation, it can better explain Zhang Wei’s skill!"

"Professor Zhang is still so literary."

"Write well!"

"This poem is as amazing as his calligraphy!"

"Mr. Zhang is doing pretty!"

"Haha!"

Dean Pan focused on the key and felt very good.

Su Na made a thumbs up to Zhang Hao.

Most of the women’s teachers’ group also happily praised them. Sure enough, Zhang Wei did not let them down, and the key moment could not escape the chain H.

A female teacher smiled and said: "In the last round, have we won?"

Ma Qi of the language group said: "How come you won? Liao's work is also very good, at least in the text, I think Liao's words are more elegant."

A Tsinghua male teacher nodded and smiled: "I also think that Liao's poem is better and more beautiful."

Su Na disagreed. "It must be that Zhang’s poems are high, this is not a question!"

A female professor looked at several humanities in the male teacher group: "Hey, can you lose your male compatriots?"

"How can I lose it? Originally, Teacher Liao wrote it well. Who wins and loses? This is really bad. After all, art is not high. Everyone has different opinions." Said.

An old professor with higher qualifications commented: "This is true. I have different views on both poems. I have different strengths. I have to say which one is better than the other, and I can’t say that, or else I will refer it to the referee, see the three referees vote, and which one of the votes will win."

"Row!"

"Look at the referee."

"agree."

"Definitely Zhang Hao won."

"It must be Liao teacher win!"

Everyone looked at the three referees and waited for the results.

Liao Qi himself cares about this result, but the expression on his face is more casual.

Compared with Liao Qi and several Tsinghua teachers, Zhang Wei didn't care so much. After finishing the poem and completing the task, he wouldn't care, and he should eat and drink.

At this time, the first young referee spoke. "In my opinion, it is better for Teacher Zhang Yi's "Mr. Revisiting Wife". In comparison, I prefer the artistic conception of this poem."

The female teacher group laughed on time.

"Yeah!"

"well said!"

As a result, the next referee spoke. He only listened to Li Ruidao: "I don't quite agree. The artistic conception of the two poems is almost the same, they are all very good, but in comparison, it is obviously the teacher's poem. More specifically, the topic we just published is 'couple', and Liao’s poem also shows this to the maximum. There are husbands, wives, and please, but Zhang Wei’s poems are more written by husbands. The mentality of the side only expresses one of the aspects and mental state of the 'couple'. The poem is definitely a good poem, but for this topic, it is definitely that Liao won."

Many people feel that it makes sense when they hear it.

"Also."

"Well, the theme is still the integrity of Liao."

"Yeah, Liao's other poems don't say, this one is really good today."

Li Rui voted for Liao Qi.

Zhang Wei and Liao Qi are now one to one, and they look at the last referee.

The last referee was an old professor with a relatively large age. He went over there and looked carefully at the two poems of Zhang Wei and Liao Qi who had been hung up. After a while, they smiled and looked back. "I can't tell the difference." Underneath, look very good, or else tie it, I voted abstained."

"Flat?"

"sweat!"

"Who is that who won?"

"There is no one who wins and no one loses."

"Do you still have to play one game?"

"Tap your hands."

"Oh, almost, oh, I was waiting for the male teacher group to dance square dance!"

The result is a draw. This result is actually accepted by many people. Anyway, it is a game, as long as it is not determined that they will lose the penalty.

Liao Qi also had no opinion. He could make a draw with Zhang Wei in the poetry contest. It was completely acceptable to him. At this moment, he and a few of his Tsinghua teachers also looked at Zhang Wei early, and sure enough, like Liao Qihe. A few people think that Zhang Wei does not have the legend of God. If you want to say something, you can only say that Zhang Wei is a very good literary worker, master? He can't count! Liao Qi's poem can be comparable to him. Zhang Wei also said that the master is not a master? This is also the level!

Ma Qi said: "I see that Liao's realm has a leap. Will this be the way to go?"

Liao Qi shook his hand with a smile and said: "I am still teaching my book in a down-to-earth manner. Writing poetry is one of my hobbies, not my main business."

Li Rui also smiled: "A hobby can write so well, how can you make us feel like this?"

Several Tsinghua teachers have also touted.

Over there, Su Na went to Zhang Hao, "Is it still eaten?"

Zhang Yan said, "There are too many brains in the past few days. I don't know how to be so hungry. It is too expensive." He is not only tired of the problem, but also uses memory to search for capsules in the morning.

Su Naunu said, "There is a set, a draw."

Zhang Xiao smiled, "I heard it, flatten it."

"You have a good poem today, but compared with your previous poems, I don't think you have fully played it out." Su Na couldn't help but say: "You are very good at heart, now it's good, it's not good at all." When you wrote this poem, I saw that you didn't even move your brain. Just write it up casually. If you are serious, how can you win the teacher Liao Qi? This is not your true level."

Can't I win him?

I just wrote it casually?

Zhang Xiao laughed and said nothing, no words.

Next to it, there are several female teachers from Peking University: "Hey, Teacher Zhang, you are underestimating today. Teacher Liao has made it clear that you are not ready to play. With your reputation, you are lost. If the time is passed out, Mr. Liao is comparable to you at the level of poetry? Liao teacher must be out of the limelight. At that time, others thought that our Beijing University is not as good as Tsinghua."

Suddenly, the mountain came up alone.

——It is the leader of the Chinese proposition group Yu Fan!

Before Yu Fan was busy docking, it was late, and when he came over, he snorted and smiled. "What happened? What about the competition? Who won this year? How is it grouped?"

Li Rui smiled and said: "This year is flat."

Yu Fan blinked, "Can you tie?"

Mudge said: "The last question is flat on both sides."

I gave a general introduction to the team leader.

I was very interested in the team leader and went forward, "I look."