Unremarkable Big Brother

Very good, very good.

It is not only suitable for the occasion, but also a good poem.

Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye looked up one after another.

"Good poems, good poems, senior brother's skill is really no small matter. Alas, in comparison, my poems may only be one-tenth of senior brother's, and the gap is still too big."

Liu Qingfeng flattered him.

"The poem is pretty good, but I can't understand it. It's a bit complicated. It's not as simple as the one you wrote."

Gan Qiye answered honestly.

"Send the poem over there."

Lu Changsheng left the signature, and then asked the people from Wangjiang Tower to send it over.

In this way, the time for a stick of incense passed quickly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a song and dance performance in the center of the square.

The grand finale will be announced in an hour.

Soon, an hour flew by.

The cabaret show is over.

The old man came to the stage again, holding a few poems in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you for your active participation. With the fierce competition, the top three in the poetry writing conference have been determined, and the old man will recite the top three for everyone. "

When the voice sounded, the talented scholars applauded one after another, and it was extremely lively.

Chapter 61: Let the bullets fly for a while【New book for collection】

Plaza Center.

The old man took out a poem and read it.

"The following will be recited by the old man, this time he won the first-class work!"

As the voice sounded, countless talents stared at the old man, and many people expected it to be their own work.

In any world, everyone will only remember the number one.

Just like in the previous life, everyone only remembers Mount Everest, but they don't know what the second highest mountain in the world is.

The old man looked at the poem in his hand, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp."

"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."

"The most important thing is a year of spring."

"Superbly wins the imperial capital full of smoke and willows!"

The sound sounded, causing a moment of dead silence.

Everyone was quiet, and the hustle and bustle of the Lantern Festival was instantly quiet.

Wangjiang upstairs.

Seeing this scene, Lu Changsheng was very calm, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it slowly.

There is indescribable chic and handsome.

"Hey! Master, your poem has been selected as the head armor."

"Eldest brother, the first place is your poem, but why didn't they respond at all?"

Gan Qiye and Liu Qingfeng opened their mouths one after another, they were a little surprised, it wasn't that Lu Changsheng took off the leader, but the reaction of everyone, it was so dead silent.

It shouldn't be.

Calmly glanced at the center of the square, Lu Changsheng smiled slightly and said, "Let the bullets fly for a while."

Gan Qiye: "???"

Liu Qingfeng: "???"

They don't understand what it means.

But in an instant, there was a commotion.

"Good poem! Good poem! This is a famous poem through the ages!"

"The light rain on the Tianjie Street is as soft as crisp, and the grass looks like it is far away, but it is not close. The most good thing is a year of spring. It is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. Good, good, good, so good, so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"It's such a great sentence that wins the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital, okay, okay, this poem can win the head armor, I am convinced."

"Cauldron, what does this mean? I can't understand it. Why do I feel that it is not as good as my song? The light rain is splashing, and the trees are easy to understand."

"Don't be ashamed of yourself here."

"This poem is so beautiful. The dense spring rain on the streets of the imperial capital is as smooth as crisp. Seen from a distance, the grass is faintly connected into one piece, but it looks sparse when viewed up close. The most beautiful thing in a year is early spring, which is better than the late spring when the city is full of green willows. , OK, beautiful, beautiful to my heart."

"It's so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"I didn't think it was beautiful at first, but when you say it like this, I think it's beautiful too."