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Chapter 178 Crazy Slap in the Face, Han Ye Blossoms

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    Han Yeshenghua is a little bad guy, he nodded deliberately, and praised deliberately: "It seems that you are very good, you have written it in such a short period of time, it is really exciting."

    This guy is trying to kill Su Xun, and deliberately praised Su Xun. Everyone understands a truth, the higher the praise, the worse it will be if you turn around and throw it down.

    He is now able to determine the level of poetry written in a few minutes.

    Maybe it was just a few sentences that were forcibly pieced together, probably not even poetry, and he will make fun of him in a while.

    And the veteran writer of the Writers Association who spoke for Su Xun at the beginning was still very optimistic about Su Xun. Su Xun's previous articles made him very appreciative of Su Xun's talent.

    Just listen to the old author say: "Young man, show me your poems."

    Su Xun didn't hesitate, and handed him the manuscript paper directly.

    The old author helped his huge eyes and looked carefully. His expression became more and more solemn, which made people feel a little strange.

    It's obviously just a poem, and it should take about ten seconds to read it, but he read it for several minutes, and it seems that he is still in the aftertaste.

    He didn't say a word, but the expression on his face was wonderful.

    Finally he spoke: "Young man, did you really write it?"

    "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can check it online, I definitely wrote it myself." Su Xun said confidently.

    This kind of thing, he came here at random, without any trouble, but actually went to the Internet to search, and he felt that it was a waste of time.

    The old author was a little excited, only to hear him suddenly say: "Well, I have never seen such a good poem, you are indeed a literary genius!"

    Hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but be very surprised, and they said to themselves, what kind of writing is it that can be praised so well?  Did you get paid?

    The old author said again: "Let me read it to everyone, and you will understand after listening."

    Mother is as humble as moss

    ? Solemn as the dawn

    ? as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River

    ? As hard as a millennium cold jade

    When raising eyes

    She is Haohao Mingyue

    When bowing one's head

    She is the wild land

    "Hiss¡ª"

    After reading the last word, the expressions on everyone's faces are obviously different, some are shocked, some are intoxicated, and some can't believe it.

    The people present, regardless of the students, besides the writers from the Writers Association, there are also Chinese teachers. Everyone has the most basic literary literacy.

    When I heard this poem, I was shocked. The level of this poem is definitely quite high. Anyone can hear it. It is estimated that if it is taken out to participate in the competition, it will easily win the prize.

    It is precisely because they heard how amazing this poem is that everyone felt that it could not have been written by a high school student, which is really unbelievable.

    If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. It was shocking that a high school student could write such a high-level poem.

    There are even some people who have already taken out their mobile phones and started to search online.

    It is very convenient now, as long as you enter the first sentence, basically as long as there is something on the Internet, even if it is a few words that are similar, it will be checked out for you immediately.

    However, after searching for a while, the person shook his head, and then said: "There is no one on the Internet, and it can be sure that it is original."

    "Hiss¡ª¡ª"

    For a while, everyone couldn't calm down even more. Looking at Su Xun's eyes was like looking at a monster, it was too scary.

    As for whether he wrote it before and used it suddenly now, it doesn't matter when I say it.

    As long as he can write it, no matter how much time he spends, it shows that he has this level. Many people give him a lifetime, but he just can't find this feeling.

    In this way, no one dares to underestimate Su Xun. This student in Linjiang No. 1 Middle School is not easy.

    Zhang Tianze was even more excited. If he had known that Su Xun had this level, what was he worried about just now? It made him worry for nothing.

    Su Xun is quite satisfied with the current effect. If you pretend to be aggressive, this effect is the best, and it is simply not comfortable.

    At the same time, Su Xun glanced at Han Ye Shenghua again, the expression on this guy's face was a little more exciting, Su Xun said directly: "How about it, IWhat do you think of this poem?  "

    Han Ye Shenghua's complexion kept changing, turning blue and white for a while, he was indeed slapped in the face today, from the heart, the poem written by this young man is much better than the one he just wrote.

    He was still complacent and felt that he was awesome, but Su Xun gave him a fatal blow.

    ?He admits it in his heart, but he won't admit it with his mouth. If he admits it, where should he put his face? You must know that he is a public figure.

    I just heard Han Yeshenghua say in a sarcastic way: "That's right, it's really not bad to write."

    Su Xun feels a little boring. This guy is trying to save face and suffer, and he is not willing to admit that his level is relatively high.

    But it doesn't matter now, Su Xun has already proved his strength, and it is in front of everyone, so he doesn't need to be recognized by others.

    The old author was very angry, and he said: "Who said that what he wrote just now has no depth, but I think it has much more depth than the poem just now."

    Everyone knows that he is making flowers in the cold night, but I feel that what he said seems to make sense, and it is indeed Su Xun's poem.

    First of all, it is very neat, and secondly, through a few sentences of description, it immediately shows the various characteristics of maternal love in a very three-dimensional way.

    After reading it once, you can feel the thickness and tenderness in it, and the level is so high that it makes people feel ashamed.

    Han Yeshenghua was slapped in the face crazily today, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to sneak in, but he didn't know what to say to refute, this is the most angry.

    The old author said: "In this case, I think the first prize should go to this classmate, and there is no problem in taking this poem as a competition entry."

    Surprisingly, no one refuted this time. Su Xun successfully silenced all those who questioned him with a poem.

    Han Ye Shenghua was speechless, let alone other people, the final award changed, and Su Xun deservedly won the first place.

    At this time, the other schools were heartbroken, and finally caught an opportunity to mock Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.

    But it hasn't been a while, and the number one belongs to someone else again, which is really too bitter.

    (The two poems I wrote are excerpts from some of the author's favorite poems, and the author does not have such a high level of compiling poems.

    In fact, the two capitals are very good, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, it is purely for the needs of the plot, don't hate it if you don't like it.  ) (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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