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They all looked like they were ready.
One by one, they took out the poem manuscripts they had prepared a long time ago from their pockets...
It was so easy to pull out.
"Where's your poem?"
Wishing next to him held the poem manuscript, looked at Lin Nan, and asked curiously.
"People sit here, and poetry flies in their minds."
Lin Nan sighed: "My poem... I don't even know what it is."
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I really don't know anything, but I have a very special ability."
"that is……"
"At the last moment, there is always a flash of inspiration, like a divine help."
Chapter 396 That's it?
Like a god?
Wishing to hear Lin Nan's words, he opened his eyes and looked at him with disbelief on his face: "I can't tell, you are quite humorous."
She spoke.
When the words came out, Lin Nan shook his head, knowing that she didn't believe it.
Lin Nan sat there, thinking about whether to write something.
But all of a sudden, I didn't have any special thoughts.
It's just that Lin Nan is not in a hurry.
There must be a way to the front of the mountain.
Even if you can't think of anything by then, that's okay.
Lin Nan didn't take this game very seriously.
Wait for the time to pass slowly.
soon.
"Okay, now, I invite everyone present to show you the poems you wrote."
"Did anyone come up on their own initiative?"
The person in charge smiled and asked questions.
This game, on the whole, seems to be relatively easy.
Literati.
Everyone will not make too much tension.
"If there is no one, then I will come first!"
A man stood up at this moment.
He was tall and thin, in his thirties, with the appearance of an arrogant literati.
When he got up, he took a special look at Lin Nan's position, his eyes full of provocation.
Lin Nan was too lazy to look at him, and had no interest in talking to him at all.
"My name is Wu Cheng. This time, what I bring is a modern poem written for my hometown, "Nostalgia."
The man stepped onto the stage, then cleared his throat, coughed twice, and then spoke loudly, and began to recite his own poems.
nostalgia.
From the perspective of a man who has left his hometown, it is written about the longing for his hometown.
The mood is not too magnificent, and it is somewhat cowardly and petty.
The man recited his modern poems.
His eye sockets were slightly moist.
When he failed to impress others, he first impresses himself.
This is very successful.
Just a pity.
When he was reciting the yin and yang frustratingly, his emotions were one after another, and the tears he said were so moved that he couldn't add any more.
It didn't impress too many people in the audience.
"This poem is well written, and the overall feeling is quite good, but the emotion is not well conveyed."
Li Qing commented.
"I think so too. The emotions are not well arranged. Each of us has a hometown, and everyone has nostalgia, but this poem does not make me miss my hometown very well."
Zhou Zhengguang also commented at this time: "Just overall, the writing is not bad."
He gives an evaluation.
Each of the judges expressed their thoughts.
Those who can participate in this national modern poetry competition are more or less capable.
It's bad, but still watchable.
Wu Cheng walked away a little disappointed. He originally wanted to slap that guy named Lin Nan severely by relying on this poem.
"That's it?"
Seeing him coming down, Lin Nan asked two words when he passed by.
Wu Cheng's face shook, he didn't speak, and returned to his seat on his own.
Wishing to hear Lin Nan's words, she shook her head slightly.
soon.
The next person went up.
As expected, before this person came to the stage, he also stared fiercely in Lin Nan's direction.
That group of people all had opinions on Lin Nan.
then……
He finished reciting his modern poems complacently.
"Well written."
"It still needs to be strengthened, and it is still a bit flawed."
"It's okay, but it lacks the feeling of making people shine."
Listen to the judges' comments one by one.
He was dissatisfied at first, his face turned red, and he wanted to fight with reason, but he thought that this is the Writers Association, if the fight is too rigid, it will be difficult to publish in the future.
So I had to lower my head again, suppressing my sadness, and stepped off the stage.
"That's it?"
as always.
When Lin Nan passed by him, he asked two words.
The man gritted his teeth, but he had nothing to say.
That's it?
With just these two words, Lin Nan suddenly made the group of people over there have more opinions on him.
"This kid really doesn't know how to behave!"
"He's simply arrogant!"
"I really don't know where he got the confidence to mock other people's modern poems! We are all poets who have published poems!"
Everyone over there was filled with righteous indignation and their eyes were full of anger.
"They have great opinions on you, don't you worry at all?"
Wishing turned his head and looked at Lin Nan curiously.
Lin Nan didn't talk much, but "That's it?" The words like "That's it?" simply condensed the essence of countless sarcasm.
The contempt contained in the two words.
Irresistible.
"What are you afraid of? Do they still dare to beat me?"
Lin Nan shook his head: "Cultural people, don't move your mouth. They recruited me first, so they should have the consciousness of being bullied."
"You come and I go is life."
Listen to Lin Nan's words.
Wishing is even more curious about him.
She glanced at a group of poets who were furious and stomping their feet in hatred, and then at Lin Nan who was calm and calm.
Among them the gap.
Really great.
Next.
As long as the person who just stunned Lin Nan came to the stage to recite his modern poems.
For better or worse.
When that person passed by Lin Nan, Lin Nan would say two words.
As for those who didn't have much contact with Lin Nan during the whole process, Lin Nan didn't say a word.
But this move.
Obviously fanning the flames.
Many people can't wait to let Lin Nan take the stage immediately.
As long as Lin Nan comes on stage and presents his modern poems, they will find all kinds of problems and make fun of them.
It's a pity that people went up one after another.
But Lin Nan just sat there, motionless like a mountain.
"It's almost empty, why don't you go up?"
Wishing to see fewer and fewer people, turned to look at Lin Nan beside him.
"I, wait a little longer."
Lin Nan shook his head: "The aura hasn't appeared yet, and I haven't arrived yet."
"Or you go first?"
Hear Lin Nan's words.
Make a wish only when he is pretending to be humble.
No way, this guy is really planning to write a poem on the spot.
As for waiting for the flash of inspiration.
This is even more nonsense.
Suddenly, it's not that simple.
"Then I'll go up first."
Wishing to finish talking with Lin Nan, then got up.
She moves.