flower!

This proposition, like love, is a general proposition!

There are just too many flowers, such as plum blossoms, narcissus, welcome spring, primrose, Ruixiang, camellia, white magnolia, purple magnolia, viburnum, Clivia, Begonia, peony... tens of thousands of species!

Zhou Qiusheng laughed at that time!

Because he just wrote a new poem recently, it has not been published yet, it is just a flower!

"flower?"

Concubine Zhong Yu in the preparation area frowned.

"The proposition is really easy to write."

"But it's too hard to write well!"

"Because things like flowers are basically written down by the ancients!"

Liu Hongyuan also sighed, "Yeah, this time, Su Chen probably won't be able to fool him..."

"After all, Zhou Qiusheng is a poet who has been famous for decades!"

Everyone thought about it.

on the stage.

Zhou Qiusheng thought about it, stroked his beard from time to time, frowned, and then picked up the pen to write.

On the contrary, Su Chen is writing quickly!

"whispering sound!"

"Stupid stuff!"

"I guess you're thinking of some **** limericks again?"

Zhou Feng looked at the big screen with contempt.

"Second brother wrote so fast!"

"so excited!"

"Another little yellow poem is coming out?"

Qi Guangyao, Han Li and Zhang Dapao were looking forward to the tunnel.

Five minutes are fleeting.

The host, Anya, took Zhou Qiusheng's poem paper, glanced at it, and her eyes were bright!

"Sit here in the ice and snow forest, different from peaches and plums."

"Suddenly like a night of fragrant fragrance, scattered like a thousand miles of spring."

The host's pleasant voice fell.

Everyone suddenly felt, the reverberation lingered in their ears, and it didn't go away for a long time!

this poem!

Quite in depth!

"good!"

After Guo Hanwen savoured it carefully, he opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

"With the help of things, I sang Bai Mei's noble character, and at the same time, I used Mei to express my attitude towards life!"

"The words are refined and concise!"

"Old Zhou! I think your poem can be published in the newspaper!"

I go!

Such a high rating?

Many viewers were stunned!

After more than 20 rounds, it was the first time for them to hear Guo Hanwen so praise!

"Ha ha…"

Zhou Qiusheng lightly stroked his long beard, clasped his fists and said with a smile:

"President Guo, it's a compliment!"

"Just a drink!"

"Why don't we listen to this little Su Chen's poem first?"

He turned to look at Su Chen, with a deep sarcasm on his face.

"Okay."

Guo Hanwen nodded and said to the host casually:

"Anya, read that kid's poem!"

"Yes...Yes, President!"

When the host came over and reached out to pick up Su Chen's poem paper, he was full of fear!

I am afraid that I will read some strange poems again!

"what?"

"This time, it's not limericks!"

"but…"

The host was stunned for a while, and after two seconds he read:

"Eighteen brides Yasujiro."

"Pale white hair against red makeup."

"The mandarin ducks are two nights in the quilt."

"A tree of pear blossoms presses a begonia!"

One word fell!

The ten judges were all stunned!

Eighteen brides, Yasujiro?

Isn't that just talking about Zhou Qiusheng? !

"Stinky boy..."

Zhou Qiusheng's face suddenly distorted!

"How dare you make fun of this old man!?"

at this time-

Bang! !

Guo Hanwen slapped the judges' table with a palm like he was insane, which startled Ma Guochun and Shi Yun!

"Absolutely!"

"It's absolutely amazing!"

"A tree of pear blossoms presses a begonia... This, classmate Su, are you trying to ridicule Zhou Qiusheng, the old cow eats the tender grass?"

Guo Hanwen stared at Su Chen, his eyes flashing with excitement!

"hiss!-"

Ma Guochun took a breath!

Shi Yun’s eyes also burst into flames:

"Yes!"

"Pear flowers are white, which is a metaphor for Zhou Qiusheng's white hair!"

"Baitang is red, a metaphor for his wife's dress!"

"It's simply wonderful to use for this type of embossing!"

The judges are excited!

The audience understands it too!

"Fog grass!"

"A tree of pear blossoms presses a begonia!"

"This picture feels..."

"There's something!"

"Don't digress, and hit that old guy in the face, cow!"

"Amazing!"

…

The audience is more excited than each other, they are all laughing at Zhou Qiusheng, the old cow eats the tender grass!

That little tender model Salsa was also **** off!

Silver teeth glared at Su Chen, wishing to tear him apart!

finally!

Audience voting results!

Su Chen: 390 votes!

Zhou Qiusheng: 10 votes!

Not as good as his grandson!

When Zhou Feng faced off against Su Chen, he got at least fifty votes!

"puff…!"

The more Zhou Qiusheng thought about it, the more angry he became, and he directly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on his back!

"Old Zhou!"

"Old Zhou, what's wrong with you!"

"Old Zhou!"

"Call the doctor!"

Guo Hanwen, Ma Guochun, Shi Yun and others, hurry up and run over!

Whoa!

Shocked all over!

Su Chen gave a wry smile, walked over and used a medical finger to pull Zhou Qiusheng back from the gate of hell.

"Hu... Hu Chi!"

"Whoosh!"

Zhou Qiusheng opened his eyes abruptly and got up from the ground, his eyes widened!

Just now, he seemed to have wandered through the gate of hell!

horrible!

too terrifying!

This young man is simply a devil!

"Elder Zhou, are you alright?"

Guo Hanwen asked with concern.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

Zhou Qiusheng looked at Su Chen, shivered, and hurriedly slipped back to the backstage with his tail tucked.

Several judges looked at each other in dismay, all relieved.

"I go!"

"Second, this is too cruel!"

"Once you pretend, you won't even let an 80-year-old go!"

Qi Guangyao, Han Li and Zhang Dapao shook their heads.

soon!

The final is coming!

On the left side of Su Chen, came a short stature, a young man with eyes, with a plain appearance!

Only those eyes are full of brilliance, hiding great wisdom!

Chairman of Chuzhou Ancient Poetry Association, son of Guo Hanwen—

Guo answered!

"Hello, Su Chen."

Guo A was very polite and extended his hand to Su Chen!

"Just now your sentence 'a tree of pear flowers pressing a begonia' is really wonderful!"

"Mummy."

Su Chen smiled slightly.

"But, hehe...you're done here."

A sneer appeared in Guo Da's eyes, and his voice was suddenly lowered:

"I will use all my strength to completely crush you, a trash poet who only writes trash poems!"

"So much the better."

Su Chen still kept smiling.

after separation.

The host Anya laughed:

"Two, the proposition of the final is up to you to choose!"

"Look at the big screen!"

A wave of hands!

The two look back!

I saw on the big screen, there are five proposition options!

Youth is fleeting, the atmosphere of heaven and earth, philosophical contemplation, myths and legends, the atmosphere is awe-inspiring!

"not good!"

Concubine Zhong Yu in the background, saw five propositions, her pretty face changed!

"These five propositions are too abstract!"

"It happens to be Su Chen's weakness and Guo Da's strength!"

The four daughters Liu Hongyuan, Luo Xiaoya, Fang Yaoyao and Lin Peizi also sweated for Su Chen!

"Not good."

"Yeah, this round, Su Chen is expected to lose."

Ma Guochun and Shi Yun talked in low voices, with sighs on their faces.

Because of this Guo A, he is extremely good at abstract propositions!