My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 188 The Amazing Work
Under the stage, Wu Bin snorted coldly: "Dare to play tricks in front of a few traditional literature writers, it is simply asking for humiliation."

Mu Ke glared at Wu Bin and said coldly, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Zhang Mo, Yu Lei and the others saw Xia Xing being tricked, and they also had smug smiles on their faces.

They have even concluded that this time, Xia Xing will definitely make a fool of himself and lose his reputation.

The atmosphere of the whole venue instantly became a little dignified. Some people were worried and some gloated.

Xia Xing stood on the stage, surrounded by a dark audience.

But Xia Xing was not nervous at all, his face was full of confidence.

Zhu Huawen pondered for a moment and said: "Don't say that Xia Xing is bullying you, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be around soon, so you can write a poem about the moon."

Hearing Zhu Huawen's words, several experts with profound literary attainments frowned.

Taking the month as the topic seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

Because there are too many moon-themed poems, all of which have been written badly, and it is simply too difficult to make them shine.

Many viewers felt that Zhu Huawen gave Xia Xing a simple question, but professionals knew that this question was quite difficult.

Hearing this topic, the corners of Xia Xing's mouth raised slightly.

"Don't you look down on me?"

"Didn't you say that I have no literary attainments?"

"Don't you think you are elite literature?"

Today I will give you a good lesson, let you know what is the real elite literature.

Yang Weiwei looked at Xia Xing worriedly, and smoothed things over and said, "Mr. Xia, I can give you 10 minutes to think about how to write this poem."

"Miss Weiwei, just now you said you wanted me to give you a song, right?" Xia Xing said suddenly.

Yang Weiwei froze for a moment, and cursed in her heart, you idiot, I bought you time to let you think about how to write poems, and you actually chatted with me.

Anxious in her heart, Yang Weiwei did have a charming smile on her face: "Of course, I'm looking forward to it."

Xia Xing nodded: "Don't think about it, this lyrics I made is a song for you!"

"What?" After hearing Xia Xing's words, everyone was stunned.

Don't even have to think about it, just write the lyrics directly.

Hearing Xia Xing's words, Zhu Huawen and several other writers showed contemptuous smiles on their faces.

Xia Xing's behavior was obviously broken.

No need to prepare?Immediately compose a poem. Anyone with a little creative experience knows that a good poem needs to brew emotions, and then carefully consider the words and sentences, and the poem must also be matched with rhythm. Let alone 10 minutes, even half an hour is not enough. Xia Xing is about to compose immediately. Poetry, what is written is not a bad poem or a ballad without any literary quality.

In fact, there were too many poems in Xia Xing's mind, he didn't need to prepare at all, he could just recite them directly.

Hearing that Xia Xing was going to write a poem directly, everyone in the audience was talking about it.

"Impossible. I don't even want to write poetry directly. This is too exaggerated."

"I think this guy just wrote a song randomly. Listen, it's absolutely nonsense."

The corner of Wu Bin's mouth raised slightly: "Muke, your friend is probably going to make a fool of himself soon, why bother? It's better to be soft with the seniors than to be so embarrassing."

Mu Ke gave Wu Bin a blank look: "How do you know that Xia Xing can't do it? Don't be too surprised when I tell you later."

Even though Mu Ke said so, his heart kept beating drums.

This guy really makes you think about it for 10 minutes...

Amidst people's questioning eyes, a loud voice suddenly rang in people's ears.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it?"

While reciting poems, Xia Xing activated the immersive skill, and in an instant, a scene of the full moon hanging high and the wind fresh appeared in front of people's eyes.

Everyone was stunned by Xia Xing's perfect lines and the artistic conception in front of them.

Xia Xing actually wrote a poem!

"But the first two sentences are really good."

In the seats, all the writers kept nodding.

Xia Xing continued to recite the poems in his mind.

"I want to ride the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold. Dance to find out the shadows, how is it like in the world? Turn to Zhuge, low and beautiful, and sleepless. There should be no hatred, what is the long-term farewell Circle? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning.

Xia Xing paused for a moment, opened his eyes and slowly read out the last sentence: "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles...together with cicadas."

"I wish you a long life, thousands of miles...together with cicadas."

After Xia Xing's poems were finished, the entire venue was silent, and the lingering sound was still lingering. People still saw a scene of a bright moon in the sky, an ancient man standing on the attic overlooking the full moon reciting poems to the wine.

Zhu Huawen was completely dumbfounded when he heard Xia Xing's poem.

Originally planning to watch Xia Xing's jokes, Zhang Mo and Yu Lei were even more stunned.

Not only a few of them, but even the invited literary leaders felt extremely enjoyable when they heard Xia Xing's poems.

Everyone in the auditorium was shocked by Xia Xing's poems.

As the lingering sound dissipated, the immersive effect gradually disappeared.

"Good words!" Mo Yu, the vice president of the Writers Association, stood up and applauded first.

Mo Yu was a big boss in Huaxia Literature. He took the lead in applauding, and the others also stood up and applauded.

In an instant, the whole venue burst into thunderous applause.

"Oh my god, that's a wonderful song."

"I'm going. Although I don't know the words, I was completely infected by the words just now. It seems that I have gone back thousands of years, and the poet who wrote poems looking at the moon seems to be right in front of me."

"This word should only exist in the sky, and it's rare to hear it in the world." A literary figure couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"That's awesome, Xia Xing is worthy of being a ghost."

Yang Weiwei was also stunned holding the microphone.

Although she knew that Xia Xing was very talented, she never expected that Xia Xing could make such a meaningful word.

Zhu Huawen, who was still smug just now, was completely shocked.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that this poem was great.

Xia Xing uses image description techniques to outline the atmosphere of the bright moon in the sky, relatives thousands of miles away, and loneliness.

The artistic conception of the whole word is bold and open-minded, with optimistic and open-minded feelings, yearning for the bright moon, and nostalgia for the world.

The style of writing has a romantic color, chic style and smooth language,

It seems to be a dialogue with Mingyue, in which the meaning of life is explored.Both rational and interesting, very thought-provoking.

How is this possible, how can this young man write such rhyming words!

Zhu Huawen was completely shocked.

No matter what, he couldn't imagine that Xia Xing had created such an eternity-smooth poem.

Just as he was shaking, suddenly the sound of the piano sounded.

(End of this chapter)