What they said was too nasty!
Even if Ye Qingli wrote another good poem, it doesn't deserve to be praised to such an extent!
Moreover, he is very confident in himself.
That poem, but he has been preparing for a long time to proud!
Originally planned to show off at today's poetry meeting.
He is confident that even in the whole of Daluo, there are not many who can write better poems than this one.
Even if there was, it couldn't be the little girl in front of me!
This is simply impossible!
impossible!
He rushed forward with one step, and snatched the paper from Mr. Duan's hand!
"Let me see what a peerless poem it is!"
"Hello!"
Chu Tiange slapped the table and stood up all of a sudden.
"Guo, are you trying to cheat!"
Guo Bin staggered and fell directly in front of Chu Tiange.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Chu Tiange snatched the paper from his hand.
She handed it to the old pedant beside her.
"read!"
The old pedant took the paper in his hand, glanced at it, his eyes lit up, and he read aloud.
"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and more than a hundred years of illness are alone on the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new stop Dull wine ⑻." "
After reading, his hand holding the paper kept trembling, and he praised loudly: "Good poems, really good poems! To be able to read such good poems, even if you die, it's worth it!"
Everyone present was silent!
Although Guo Bin's poems were not read out.
But they all knew that it was impossible for Guo Bin's poem to surpass this one!
If the previous two poems are not of the same level, at least they can be compared.
Then, once this poem came out, no one would be able to resist it!
Spike!
It was an instant kill!
Ye Qingli's face was very calm, expressionless.
In fact, in her heart, she had already laughed heartily.
This short-sighted guy is looking for death!
What is worse than her, compared to poetry
This is simply the old birthday star hanged himself-he thinks his life is too long!
Although she has no literary talents, she read three hundred Tang poems when she was a child!
That is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients for thousands of years!
Take out a few casually, enough to crush this Mr. Guo until there is no scum left!
This Du Fu's Seven Rhythms is a peerless famous line known as "a single piece that overwhelms the whole Tang Dynasty".
Known as the "first of the seven laws" throughout the ages.
Just relying on Guo Bin's little ink, want to beat yourself
Don't even think about it in ten lifetimes!
Everyone was speechless at this moment.
No matter how ignorant and shameless they are, it is impossible for them to say that Guo Bin's poem is more powerful than this poem.
What's more, there are two fair old gentlemen to judge
Obviously, Guo Bin lost this competition!
Lost very thoroughly!
Guo Bin sat down on the ground, his face ashen.
He couldn't believe it, but he actually lost out to a yellow-haired girl in his favorite poem!
This is simply the greatest shame in his life!
What a shame!
"How could I lose to you? Impossible, impossible..."
He jumped up suddenly, with veins popping out of his face, pointed at Ye Qingli with one finger, and shouted loudly: "You must be cheating! Yes, you are cheating!"
As if he had discovered a new world, he yelled frantically: "You didn't write these two poems at all! You plagiarized them, you plagiarized them!"