Mountains and rivers surround mountains and rivers around mountains and waters!

After Nangong Yue finished reading, Mai Xiaoji was stunned, "What, you say it again?"

Mountains and rivers surround mountains and rivers around mountains and waters!

Nangong Yue read it again with a look of contempt. Oh, I'm going to go, Mai Xiaoji's teeth hurt, and he has the energy to work words, isn't it good to have more strings?

"Hurry up!" Nangong Yue urged.

"You, read it again? Oh, don't do it, I really don't remember. ”

"I know that you are a pseudo-genius!" Nangong Yue gritted her teeth and read it again, and then pretended that she would send it to the group, Mai Xiaoji is the king of cheating!

When I was really edited, I put my finger on the send button.

"Don't send it, don't send it, then you go out first, let me think about it first. "Mai Xiaoji is serious.

"Hmph, want to move the rescuers?" Nangong Yue seemed to have discovered a new continent, her white neck stretched to the limit, I just looked at you!

Mai Xiaoji complained bitterly in his heart, he could only use the Golden Circle mobile phone to communicate with the ancients, and he couldn't use his consciousness, so he definitely couldn't go to Li Qingzhao.

But Nangong Yue doesn't stop until she reaches her goal, Mai Xiaoji really can't come up, and she will ruin her reputation as a group.

"Your stuff hangs on my breast. Mai Xiaoji held out his finger and reminded.

"It's stressful, isn't it?" Nangong Yue didn't move.

Good concentration!

A delicate and immaculate face is in front of you, and it is impossible to compose poetry, but there is inspiration.

"Convex concave concave contains convex inlay concave. ”

Nangong Yue's face stiffened, this downward coupling ceremony is neat, no problem!

Seeing Nangong Yue fleeing from the wilderness, Mai Xiaoji laughed, he thought that he had more contact with the ancients, and often admired their excellent works in the circle of friends, and his cultural level had increased a lot.

After all, the mind is not right!

The contest is only one day, and as of 8 p.m., people are already submitting.

Nian Nujiao also urged several times to let everyone deliver the manuscript on time.

Mai Xiaoji was also very anxious, he sent Li Qingzhao a red envelope, but she didn't know what she was doing and was not online. At seven o'clock in the evening, even Xijiangyue had been handed over, and Mai Xiaoji had not moved.

"Eldest sister, what are you busy with, hurry up and collect the red envelope. ”

Mai Xiaoji fidgeted with the Golden Circle mobile phone, and there were already many people in the group who were in Aite, to say that now everyone thought he was going to be a blockbuster, but after eight o'clock, it would provoke the anger of the public again.

While waiting, Mai Xiaoji also turned his head into Tang poems and Song lyrics on the Internet.

It was half past seven, Li Qingzhao didn't give back, seven forty-five! Nian Nujiao personally Ai Tmai Xiaoji, reminding him that there was not much time left.

Pieced together, Mai Xiaoji only made up two sentences.

But it's too late to learn from the last two sentences, so let's get it together, at 7:59, deliver!

The cold autumn grass is deep, and the clouds cover the tears on the way home, but the lovesickness is paid into the water, and the ruthless man marries again.

I really can't think of a name, so it's called Untitled.

The group was quiet, and they waited for a day, just to see the demeanor of the talent, but this poem was too ordinary. The first two sentences can be said to be improvised, and the last two sentences are completely white!

"Xiaoji, you can't handle it. The voice was slow with a look of disappointment.

"It's nothing in layman's terms, and the key is that there's no artistic conception. ”

"This kind of plot, whether ancient or modern, is rotten on the street, and no one watches the TV series. ”

"Xiao Ji, Jiang Lang is finished, right?"

……

It's normal for everyone to be dissatisfied, but Mai Xiaoji is very satisfied with this result, no one's poems are brilliant in every capital, as long as everyone doesn't think it's too bad.

"Xiao Ji, what did you think when you wrote this poem?" asked Ye Shi Shan, who always felt that Mai Xiaoji was the last to submit, and it was well thought out.

"I think that poetry should not be a pile of rare and flowery words, only then can it appear cultured. Writing poetry should also move people's hearts, to put it bluntly, it is to tell the world of all kinds of situations. Mai Xiaoji continued to edit.

Everyone dismisses it, this is a strong word, poetry is not a micronovel, it is an artistic sublimation, and it must be a subtle way to be in-depth and simple.

In order to show fairness, Nian Nujiao sorted out the poems and held a vote, no one can vote for three votes, but it is not allowed to be her own.

The next day was the weekend, and everyone didn't go to rest, and the enthusiasm was very high.

Canvassing is unavoidable, such as Nangong Yue. Anyway, he couldn't vote for himself, so Mai Xiaoji gave her one of his votes, "Did you vote for me?"

"No, I don't. ”

Well, equivalent exchange also does not exist.

The noisy contest has passed, and Mai Xiaoji's poems have no bright spots, but he is very proud in his heart, no matter how he says it, he can deal with two sentences, and so many people have not seen the flaws.

There is a saying that if you are close to Zhu Zhechi, you will be with excellent people, and your own level will also improve.

There was all the news, and the group immediately quieted down, and Nian Nujiao first announced the screenshot of the third runner-up's vote, and Nian Nujiao was slow to speak.

Everyone congratulated, and then fell silent again.

Runner-up, Yulou Chun!

The applause charm swiped the screen, and Nian Nujiao also sent out Yulouchun's masterpiece again, very emotional, "The emotion is very good, I have read it several times, I have memorized it, and I will send it to everyone to enjoy it again." ”

The name of the word brand, "Little Heavy Mountain".

The maple leaves in Xiao Xiao's forest are yellow, and the dream is cut off, in another country. The west wind is cool at night, sleeping alone, making me sad. Last year, the flowers are fragrant, and tonight is out of love, and I complain about Tanlang. The promise has been empty for a long time, thousands of miles away, just in the heavens on earth.

Xipi Liushui also made a comment, which led the discussion to *. is worthy of being a college teacher, this review is also remarkable and talented.

"Sisters, they are all talented women, and they are very happy. Next, announce the champion!"

Mai Xiaoji thinks that he has no drama, and everyone criticizes his poems for not being good, especially compared to Yulouchun, his poem is not even a limerick poem, that is, four sentences with the same number of words.

"Attack on McXiaoji!"

The screenshot was sent, and a dramatic scene appeared.

With an absolute advantage of 66 votes, Mai Xiaoji won the championship of this competition!

Congratulations, everyone is giggling, but Mai Xiaoji is blind, right? This is a bad poem made by himself, how can he still win the championship, this is not scientific.

"There's no way, who made Xiao Ji so popular. The publicity will be 15 minutes, and if everyone has no objection, then the prize will be awarded. Nian Nujiao spoke.

The group leader has been smiling, which means that she also approves of this result, and the rest of the people have nothing to oppose. There are also hard praises for life, saying that the works of Mai Xiaoji and Yu Louchun have similarities, both of which tell about the warmth and coldness of the world.

The difference between the two songs is different, the angle is different, one is from a man's standpoint, implicitly forbearance and suppression. The other is from a woman's standpoint, grieving and worrying to vent.

It's a pity that there is only one champion, and Mai Xiaoji has the light of popularity.

"Thank you, brother, it's just right, I just saw it!"

The results of the game came out, and Li Qingzhao also came out, and the red envelopes were taken away.