Because it was the finals, after the host announced the proposition, a video call invitation popped up on the computer screens of Chen and Mo.
Shen Xingluo, who was sitting in his father's arms, immediately agreed, and then the father and daughter appeared in front of everyone in the same frame.
[Wow, this father and daughter are so in love. Hey, whose long hair next to them belongs to? 】
[Needless to say, it’s Luoluo’s mother... Shen Qingrou! 】
[Qingrou, come out quickly. What are you doing hiding nearby? Are you shy? 】
[Really, watching a poetry and cultural festival competition, you actually have to eat a mouthful of dog food. This family of three is really crazy. 】
【Huh? Look at the other side. That's Qin Shihan, what an elegant girl. 】
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s so elegant, as if it has traveled from ancient times. No wonder the poems are so well written. 】
[Shihan, raise your head and look at us...]
However, no matter what the people watching the live broadcast asked, Qin Shihan did not respond at all, and the same was true for Zhou Zuoyi, who was trapped in hard thinking.
Only Chen Mo kept chatting with his daughter and Shen Qingrou, and interacted with the camera from time to time.
This made the people watching the live broadcast and the six judges a little confused: Has this guy given up? The proposition this time is not simple, and it seems that I have really given up.
Tong Mingyuan frowned. He didn't think Chen Mo had given up.
When he exchanged poems with the latter on V blog before, he found that the other person's thinking was very quick and he could write ancient style words that matched his poems in a very short time. Although the proposition this time is quite difficult, the other party will definitely not give up without thinking of anything.
[Do you think Chen Mo was lucky enough to be shit? This time the proposition was perfectly pressed by him, that's why it was so easy. 】
[The person above said that this is really possible, so isn’t it unfair to the other two people? 】
[Hahaha, what's the point of fairness? Luck is always a part of strength. Chen Mo won the proposition because that's his strength. 】
[Is it possible to expose the topic? 】
[Where did the black man come from? This proposition was not decided in advance by the judges, but was discussed on the spot. Three propositions were discussed and then decided by drawing lots. 】
As time progressed, there were soon three minutes left, and Chen Mo stopped delaying and started his work as a porter.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are whistling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Nagisa. The endless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and a hundred years of illness is on the stage alone. Difficulties and hardships hate the frost on the temples, and the downturn has stopped. Dirty wine glass."
In two minutes, the song "Ascending" was completed.
After another minute, the dialog box locked, and the host also announced at this time: "Then, our final round is over. Next, our six judges will comment and score. Please wait patiently for the three contestants."
After the host finished speaking, a small order written by Qin Shihan was projected on the screen.
A few minutes later, Pang Wanchun, as the president of the Poetry Association, was the first to speak: "There is nothing wrong with the proposition of this poem. It uses the autumn scenery and the peaceful river scenery to express a leisurely and contented mood. It seems that the little girl likes it. It’s a place to relax! However, perhaps due to experience, although it meets the proposition requirements, Xiaoling’s intention is not very high, and the wording is also a little lacking, so I give it 90 points.”
The other five judges said similar things. In the end, Qin Shihan's total score was 562 points.
It was lower than her score in the second round, which does not mean that this poem was not as good as the poem in the second round. It was just that the comments and scoring in the final were more stringent.
Zhou Zuoyi has been studying traditional poetry for ten or twenty years, and what he wrote is a quatrain.
Compared with Qin Shihan, his quatrains are slightly more gorgeous in wording, but his intentions are higher. Reading the whole poem, one can feel his anger, anger at the invasion of foreign nations.
Even in autumn, the river keeps flowing, which expresses this very clearly.
Therefore, his final score was 578 points, a very good score, and even exceeded his score in the second round.
At this time, Shen Qingrou and the little girl, mother and daughter, couldn't help but become nervous: "Chen Mo, are you sure? Although I think the Qilu poem you wrote is very good, after all, it is still my personal words."
"Don't worry, if this poem fails, then I will never write novels again!"
"Ah? How can that be done? Luoluo still wants to listen to a bedtime story!" Shen Xingluo stopped now and looked at Chen Mo pitifully, "Dad, you can definitely win, and you must win, otherwise Luoluo will No more bedtime stories.”
"Okay, daddy will definitely win. Luoluo will tell you stories for as long as you want."
Chen Mo smiled and rubbed his daughter's little head. When she was smart, this girl was smarter than anyone else. When she was cute, she was so cute.
He is truly blessed to have such a daughter in this life.
Soon, it was the turn to comment on "Ascend". However, ten minutes passed, but none of the judges spoke, which left the audience in the live broadcast room a little confused.
"This seven-character rhyme poem, I... I really find it difficult to describe, so I gave it a perfect score of 100."
Finally, Pang Wanchun spoke, but this speech shocked everyone in the live broadcast room. At first, everyone thought that Chen Mo's writing was not very good, so the former was too lazy to comment. Unexpectedly, it was because it was too good to comment, so they gave it full marks without saying a word.
Similarly, Qiao Qianren and others did not give any comments and directly gave full marks.
There was only Tong Mingyuan. He adjusted the position of the headset and then said: "Because I have competed with Mr. Chen Mo before, I want to say a few words besides comments."
"Mr. Tong, just say it, I'm all ears."
"Haha, Mr. Chen is so polite. Your poem "Climbing High" is definitely worthy of being number one among the seven-character ancient poems that I have read. The opening four sentences describe the scenery from far to near. Looking at it individually, It's just a picture of an autumn river scene. But the next sentence, "The sad autumn for thousands of miles and the many illnesses for a hundred years, directly sublimates the theme, and also exaggerates the previous autumn river scene. I saw a poet who cares about the country and the people standing there On the high platform, looking at the mountains and rivers in front of me, I felt filled with sadness..."
"So, what I actually want to say is that Mr. Chen is only 27 or 27 years old. Why do you feel so?"
Tong Mingyuan said a long list, and then came a surprising twist. The corner of Chen Mo's mouth twitched: "I personally have never experienced this in my life, but if it is in a dream, everything is possible. Do you think so?" Right? Mr. Tong."
"Indeed, the dream is the truly vast and boundless world. It's like an old man. My score is also full marks!"
Although everyone had guessed the result, when Tong Mingyuan said it himself, everyone was still very shocked, because the seven-character poem "Ascending" not only received the highest evaluation, but also received the highest score - 600 points.
Shen Xingluo jumped up happily: "Oye, daddy is number one, Luoluo can continue to listen to the story!"
Shen Qingrou was also happy for Chen Mo. Although there was no substantial reward for this first place, it was still a significant addition to the latter's resume.
While the family of three was happily enjoying the joy of victory, the two boys had already returned to the company from Yancheng.
(To be continued!)
