This guy Han Yeshenghua was a bit bad. He nodded deliberately and praised him deliberately: "It seems that you are very powerful. You have written it in such a short time. It's really exciting."

This guy is killing someone and deliberately praising Su Xun for a while. Everyone understands one truth: the higher the praise, the more miserable it will be when you turn around and throw it away.

He has now been able to determine what level of poetry he wrote in a few minutes.

Maybe it was just a few words that were forced to piece together, probably not even a poem, and he would be laughed at a moment.

The old writer of the Writers Association who spoke for Su Xun at the beginning was quite optimistic about Su Xun. Su Xun's previous articles made him very recognized Su Xun's talent.

I heard the old author say, "Young man, show me the poems you wrote."

Su Xun did not hesitate and handed him the manuscript paper directly.

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

It was clearly just a poem, and it should be finished in ten seconds, but he read it for several minutes, and seemed to be still savoring it.

No, the expression on his face was very wonderful.

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

"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can check it online and definitely write it yourself." Su Xun said confidently.

He came here casually, without any effort, but he actually searched online and felt that he wasting time.

The old author was a little excited, and he suddenly said, "Okay, I have never seen such a good poem before. You are indeed a literary genius!"

After hearing what he said, everyone was surprised and thought to himself, "No, what is it like to write it? How can it be praised so well? Did you charge money?"

The old author said again: "I'll read it for everyone, you will understand after listening to it."

Mother is as humble as moss

As solemn as morning light

Soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River

As hard as a thousand years of cold jade

When lifting the image

She is Haohao Mingyue

Drooping time

She's a vast land

"hiss----"

After reading the last word, the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously different, some were shocked, intoxicated, and some were unbelievable.

Putting aside the students, the people present were not only the writers from the Writers Association, but also the Chinese teachers. Everyone has the most basic literary literacy.

When I heard this poem, I was shocked. The level of this poem was definitely quite high, and I could hear it from anyone. I guess if I took it out to participate in the competition, I would easily win the award.

It is precisely because of how awesome this poem is that everyone feels that it cannot be written by a high school student, which is really incredible.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that it was shocking that a high school student could write such a skilled poem.

Some people even took out their cell phones and started to check the Internet.

It is very convenient now. Just enter the first sentence, basically as long as there are any words on the Internet, even if there are a few words that are similar, you can find it out immediately.

However, after searching, the man shook his head and then said, "No on the Internet, it is certainly original."

"hiss--"

For a moment, everyone couldn't calm down. Looking at Su Xun's eyes, it was like looking at a monster, which was too terrifying.

As for whether he wrote it before and is now used suddenly, it doesn't matter when it comes to it.

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

In this case, no one dares to underestimate Su Xun. This student at Linjiang No. 1 Middle School is not simple.

Zhang Tianze was even more excited. If he had known that Su Xun had this level, what was he worried about just now, and he would have been worried for nothing.

Su Xun was quite satisfied with the current effect. If you show off, this effect is the best and it is simply not comfortable.

At the same time, Su Xun looked at Han Yeshenghua again. The expression on this guy's face was a little more exciting. Su Xun said directly: "How about it, what do you think of my poem?"

Han Yeshenghua's face kept changing, and a burst of blue and red. He was indeed slapped in the face today. From the heart, the poem written by this young man was much better than the one he had just done.

He was still complacent and felt that he was awesome, but he was suddenly hit by Su Xun.

He admitted it in his heart, but he would not admit it in his mouth. If he admitted it, where should he put his face on? You must know that he is a public figure.

I heard Han Yeshenghua say embarrassedly: "That's right, it's really OK to write."

Su Xun felt a little bored. This guy is just trying to save face and is unwilling to admit that his level is relatively high.

But it doesn't matter now. Su Xun has proved his strength and is in front of everyone, so there is no need for him to be recognized by others.

The old author was quite angry, and he only heard him say, "Who said just now that the things he wrote were not deep? I think it is much deeper than the poem I just now."

Everyone knows that he is confronting Han Ye Shenghua, but he thinks what he said seems to make some sense. Su Xun's poem is indeed.

First, it is very neat, and secondly, through a few words 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 heavy and tenderness in it. The level is so high that it makes people feel inferior.

Han Yeshenghua was slapped in the face today and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, but he didn't know what to say to refute it. This was the most annoying thing.

The old author said, "Since that's the case, I think the first prize should be given to this classmate. There is no problem with regarding this poem as a participant."

Surprisingly, no one refuted this time. Su Xun used a poem to successfully shut up everyone who questioned him...

Han Yeshenghua couldn't even speak, let alone others. In the end, Su Xun deserved the first place in the final change in the award-winning life.

At this time, other schools were heartbroken and finally got a chance to mock Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.

But before this was a while, the first thing was someone else's again, it was so bitter.

(The two poems written are excerpted from some of the poems that the author prefers, and the author does not have such a high level to compile poems.
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