A total of thirty-five people came to participate in the poetry competition this time, and there were seven judges. It was just that Dean Zhu did not participate in the preliminary election, so when the thirty-five poems were divided into the hands of the six judges, one of them was bound to win. There will be one less portion, but now that Mo Ziwan has joined, everyone will get the same amount.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the dean took the initiative to take Mo Ziwan's poem manuscript and read it first.
The teachers and judges didn't think anything of it and just thought it was just for fun. But the students in the audience were different and wanted the dean to read what they wrote.
Han Shuxian was full of confidence in his goddaughter, so he didn't even think about seeing Zhu Xuan's expression after taking the poem manuscript. He only looked at the six poem manuscripts in his hand intently. After giving a good score, he also put all the poem manuscripts in his hand. After reading it once, I put it down after making sure it was correct.
The others were even less interested. What could a four-year-old child write? Although Mo Ziwan was unhappy when she told Feng Shengrong that she was just here to join in the fun, everyone actually thought that she was here to join in the fun.
Although I didn't think about what she could write, I didn't target her like Feng Shengrong. Besides, whose kid can write and read at the age of four? He is really smart, and he is also obedient and well-behaved. Who wouldn't be such a well-behaved kid? like? If you have such a cute baby at home, even if she wants the stars in the sky, you will have to find a way to pick them for her.
So when Feng Shengrong targeted Mo Ziwan, everyone really agreed in their hearts with what Han Shuxian had just said, "You are a thief if you are too old to die."
You are about to be buried, why do you have the nerve to scold a little baby?
As for Mo Ziwan's poem manuscript in hand, no one paid attention to it, only caring about the poem manuscript in their hands.
Everyone is focused on the poem manuscript in their hands, but some people are doing two things at once.
Feng Shengrong had been paying attention to Mo Ziwan since he took the pen and ink from her, and now he saw Zhu Xuan taking Mo Ziwan's poem manuscript.
But the scene he saw had another meaning. After seeing Zhu Xuan's surprised expression, he automatically understood that the content of the poem must be unsightly.
What can a four-year-old girl write? After another sarcastic sneer, he continued to look at the poem manuscript in his hand.
He is still very serious about the evaluation of the poem manuscript in his hand.
There are a total of ten rounds in the competition. The judges in each round will give corresponding scores after reading the poem drafts. After the ten rounds, the scores and rankings will be tallied.
After each round of writing, the judges will select the best poems and send them to Dean Zhu, who will take another look. The competition not only determines the rankings, but also selects particularly outstanding poems after the competition and posts them in the hospital for everyone to visit and study.
The poems posted are not necessarily the top ones. It is possible that one poem out of ten is better than the others.
Therefore, students who come to participate every time compete with great concentration. It is great to be rewarded by the top few, but if they write well, it is also an honor to be posted in the hospital for others to learn from.
Zhu Xuan looked at the poem manuscript handed over by Du Yi and then remembered that he still had one copy in his hand. He handed it to Liang Shouxing who was missing one copy next to him, "You are missing one copy, so I'll give you this one!"
Liang Shouxing said it before he could take over the words: "Yes, now there are just as many of us."
Then he added, "I think I will have to think again when looking for judges in the future to see if the judges on the field can evenly divide the poetry drafts produced by the students."
When I heard this, it was directed at Feng Shengrong, but in this situation, it was hard for everyone to agree, so they only pursed their lips and snickered.
Feng Shengrong's face turned even darker after being criticized by the people around him, but he couldn't do anything. Instead, he could only endure it just like everyone was holding back their snickering.
Mo Ziyuan was also surprised. She never thought that there were still people who disliked Old Man Feng. Z.br>
Today is a day when the word "tolerance" is paramount. You must endure the laughter, the unhappiness, and the joy. Mo Ziwan pretended not to hear what Liang Shouxing said teasing Old Feng, nor did she glance over to see Old Feng's face as black as the bottom of a pot. She was still sitting in her seat, waiting for the next round to begin. .
Besides, after Liang Shouxing received the poem manuscript, he was stunned by the short four lines on the paper.
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Was this really written by a four-year-old kid?
No one else actually noticed Liang Shouxing's reaction, but Feng Shengrong who was beside him did.
Dean had the same reaction just now, and now he has the same reaction again. Is it really so unsightly? Then he turned his head and was stunned when he saw it.
Du Yi looked at the reaction of the two people and couldn't guess whether it was good or bad, but he couldn't delay it forever. He didn't care how they looked at the poem manuscript in their hands. When the students were writing the next poem, they There was still time, but the students' rest time was also coming. He stepped forward and reminded them: "The first word is about wind, so what is the topic for the second round? The dean just set the topic for everyone. This time, why not ask our prosecutor, Mr. Liang, to come up with the question."
This is also a disguised reminder to Liang Shouxing, stop being dazed, the students are still waiting!
Liang Shouxing also reacted to Du Yi's reminder. He looked at the last line of the poem in his hand and recited it silently: Return on a snowy night. Then he looked down with a smile and said, "Just now we had the theme of wind, now we will do one with the theme of snow. I hope everyone will continue their efforts and write good poems."
After getting the question, Du Yi immediately turned to face the students, "Everyone, the time remains unchanged. I still ask you to write a poem about snow or snow within a quarter of an hour."
The students in the audience began to think hard after hearing Liang Shouxing say the title of the poem.
The same goes for Mo Ziyuan, but her thoughts are different from others. They are thinking about how to write better poems with snow. But she wanted to memorize which song was easier.
When it comes to writing about snow, Mo Ziyuan's first reaction is Mao Zedong's "Qin Yuan Chun. Snow". Whose snow can be as majestic and magnificent as Mao Zedong's?
But no matter how good it is, it’s not suitable! If this were written down, people would definitely call him a monster!
Whether you are writing poetry or writing, you must have a certain amount of life experience. Even if you do not have enough life experience, you must have read a lot of books, learned from them, or imitated them. At your current age, what? If nothing is enough, how can you write it? It would be possible to plagiarize it again in ten or twenty years.
After I stopped imagining "Qinyuan Chun. Snow", I started thinking about other poems. Pieces of ancient poems kept flashing through my mind. As expected, plagiarism is the easiest thing to do. I found one after a while. The right one comes out.
It is also a five-character quatrain, which can be called the first lonely poem in ancient and modern times. Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" depicts thousands of mountains with birds flying away, and thousands of people disappearing. Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.
However, Mo Ziwan did not start writing immediately. She had to think about it for a while, and even thought about whether to plagiarize again in the next eight rounds.
After thinking about it, I decided not to be in the limelight anymore. These two songs are enough, but I have to write the rest, so I’ll try to make it work at my true level!
Of course, I have to ask how I could write so well in the first part. I just happened to have learned to write poems about wind and snow before, but not the later ones.
Just when Mo Ziyuan was thinking, Liang Shouxing finally came down with the pen in his hand, and drew a bright red number 10 on top of the poem. Li ignored it and kept looking at his hand. The stunned Feng Shengrong was reluctant to leave the poem. He handed the manuscript back to Zhu Xuan beside him, "Fortunately, Dean, you agreed. Otherwise, where else could I have read such a well-written poem?"
Zhu Xuan's face was red, and he agreed with what he said, but his words were different, "No, this is not my credit. It depends on whether the godfather is willing to let us know."
I was scolding Han Shuxian in my heart. Why did such a smart kid only say he could read a few words and memorize some books when he came here?
When Zhu Xuan said this, Liang Shouxing also thought it was true and looked at Han Shuxian, "Boy Han, what you're doing is unethical! There's obviously someone in our academy..."
Before Liang Shouxing finished speaking, Han Shuxian immediately stood up and bowed to the two of them: "Wanwan is still young. No matter how the writing is, please be more careful with the dean and the procuratorate to avoid getting into trouble."
Both of them are fox-turned-spirit characters. If they didn't know the meaning of his words, they would understand immediately after hearing it. It's not appropriate to be famous at a young age, and they should be protected more!
Zhu Xuan didn't wait for Liang Shouxing to give it to him on his own initiative, and took it himself
Passing the poem manuscript in his hand, "Put it here first."
Mo Ziyuan estimated that half of the time had passed before she picked up the pen.
Looking at Mo Ziwan writing and looking at her calm look, Feng Shengrong suddenly felt a toothache!
Not only Feng Shengrong was looking at her, but Zhu Xuan and Liang Shouxing also looked over.
Although others don't know the meaning, it's not difficult to guess the meaning of the words. It must be well written, but I don't know how good it is, but a poem that can be praised by both the dean and the procuratorate is definitely not bad.
So everyone glanced at Mo Ziwan inexplicably.
Unlike others, Mo Ziwan was concentrating on thinking about poems without any distractions. After she searched her mind for what she wanted to plagiarize, she started to pretend to think about it. Even when writing, she would write a few words and pause, making it look like a train of thought. If it doesn’t go well, I’ll write as I think.
After finishing the last one, Zhu Xuan did not ask her to give it to him alone this time.
However, Du Yi was very good at doing things. Knowing that both the dean and the procuratorate were paying attention to Mo Ziwan, he took the opportunity of sorting out the poem manuscripts in his hands to transfer Mo Ziwan's poem to Liang Shouxing.
The dean and the procuratorate were next to each other. Liang Shouxing saw that the dean could also see it, so he gave Mo Ziwan's poem manuscript to the dean in disguise.
After seeing the poem written by Mo Ziyuan, I finally understood why the two of them were stunned just now, and even more understood what the prosecutor meant when they said Han Shuxian was not authentic.
What he said was not unreasonable, but simply inappropriate. Such a smart kid, why didn't you let them know!
But he also understood Han Shuxian's thoughts, so he suppressed the surprise and shock in his heart and handed Mo Ziwan's poem manuscript to Liang Shouxing with a straight face.
