Imagination is a part of poetry. Many poems that have been passed down through the ages have imagination beyond ordinary people.

This title, a scroll without pictures, is also a scroll that contains all things.

Whatever the writer can imagine, he can see in the painting.

There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, Milky Way waterfalls, beautiful buildings and jade buildings...

When Zhong Shenxiu saw Qin Mo get this question, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He couldn't wait to see what kind of answers the four students could hand in.

On the other side, Li Dongchang put away Qin Mo's quatrain poem. When Zhong Shenxiu saw it, the corner of his mouth twitched, but he knew that Li Dongchang would definitely not let go of this quatrain poem. He just warned: "Don't forget

I helped Qin Mo deliver the Record of Poems."

Li Dongchang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I, Li Dongchang, will not ask for someone's good poems in vain."

Zhong Shenxiu's eyelids twitched. What do you mean by "free money"? Did they say they would be given to you?

It was obviously you who took it away quietly.

Beside the wooden table, the first time he saw the unpainted scroll, Li Hansha moved again, and almost at the same time, Qin Mo also moved.

"Senior Li Hansha has already figured this out?"

"I guess he was unwilling to lose to Qin Mo in the first round. As Mowu's trump card, Li Hansha must have wanted to lead Mowu to turn defeat into victory in the exchange competition."

"Qin Mo has also moved. This round, are they going to start writing at the same time?"

In the audience, some writers looked surprised. The topic was based on imagination. It seemed like a grand topic, but in fact, it was not that easy.

If you really want to write a good poem, you must craft it carefully.

They were worried that Li Hansha's obsession with defeating Qin Mo would break through his mind.

However, the students from the Mowu Literary Club felt at ease: "Don't worry, Li Hansha is not the kind of student who is easily impulsive. He wanted to save time this time. It took twenty minutes. His first poem took too long in the last round.

, the second song ended before it was even finished.”

On the competition stage, Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng followed closely behind.

Qin Mo didn't expect the three of them to be so anxious, so he smiled slightly and started writing.

…

Three minutes later, Qin Mo put away his pen.

"Hey, Qin Mo is done?"

"It seems that the poem is finished, but it seems that the poem has not been turned into gold."

"There is really no poem that can be translated into gold."

Qin Mo was the first to put away his pen, but he put away his pen. Everyone in the audience saw nothing strange from a distance away.

Qin Mo also seems to have no intention of composing a new song.

Li Hansha and Wan Zhaorong glanced at Qin Mo and quickly started composing their own poems again. Even if Qin Mo's poems were not of high quality, others were also their competitors.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the stage and frowned slightly when he saw that after Qin Mo put away his pen, his poems were not finished.

Li Dongchang said: "It's still early, Qin Mo still has a chance."

Ma Daihua said solemnly: "But it seems that Qin Mo is not ready to write."

Buzz————

At this moment, on the other side, under Li Hansha's pen, the golden patterns flickered and the brilliance was dazzling.

"Poems ring like gold, and the golden light penetrates more than an inch of the paper."

"Another good poem was born."

"It's no wonder he's senior Li Hansha."

Li Hansha wiped the sweat from his forehead. This poem consumed a lot of his talent. He first used his talent to construct the picture, and then started writing. There was poetry in his mind.

Under the camera, Li Hansha directly smoothed out the poem, and the poem with golden lines immediately appeared in front of everyone:

In ancient times, tears shed tears of sorrow, and the drops of water divided the water.

It flows from east to west day and night and is divided for thousands of miles.

Zhong Shenxiu nodded with a smile after reading: "Yes, the imagination of this poem is comparable to many classic ancient poems. It is good that Li Hansha can write a poem with the theme of imagination in such a short period of time."

Li Dongchang glanced at Qin Mo and said to Zhong Shenxiu: "It's a pity that Qin Mo's poem has not been moved yet."

On the other side, Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng also wrote poems based on paintings, but they did not submit them.

Obviously, they were not willing to see Li Hansha write a poem called Jin.

The three judges, Zhong Shenxiu and Li Dongchang, did not rush the trial.

Wait quietly.

…

"This round, our Mowu should securely take first place."

"Except for senior Li Hansha, Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng could not think of better poems. Although Qin Mo stopped writing, there was no abnormality at all."

"I hope Senior Li Hansha can win back a victory, and we, Mowu, will still have a chance to turn defeat into victory."

In the crowd, the Mowu students were waiting anxiously and expectantly.

Not only did they just sit there, there were also writers who wrote poems simultaneously, writing on the same topic as the students on the field. There were also some people who wrote two good poems. Some of them were purely imaginative, which was better than Li Hansha's, but the poetry was not enough.

, some of the pure poetry surpasses Li Hansha, but the imagination is incomparable.

There has never been a poem that combines poetry and imagination better than Li Hansha's.

Twenty minutes passed slowly as everyone waited, and soon, the time was up.

Except for Li Hansha's poems, Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng both gave birth to golden light in the second poem, and the golden light penetrated the paper.

"The poems of the three literary masters have all given birth to golden light. I believe this round will be a fierce competition."

"I think Li Hansha can win. His poem is full of imagination and profound poetic meaning."

"Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng's poems are also good. Don't forget, there is also Qin Mo."

At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly moved, and the right hand holding the pen fell down. The energy swept through his body, condensed on the tip of the pen, and left the last stroke on the paper.

With one stroke, the golden light flashes.

Zhong Shenxiu's eyes shone: "This stroke? Just now, his poem didn't become a poem."

Li Hansha and Wan Zhaorong were also confused. What's going on?

Isn’t it promised that you, Qin Mo, will fail this round?

What about playing with us?

Under the director's lens, Qin Mo's imaginary poem jumped out of the page:

"Night in the Magic City"

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.

Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.

Exaggeration, extreme exaggeration.

It can be said that Qin Mo's poem extends imagination to the limit. He picks stars with his hands and speaks loudly, shocking the heavens and the gods...

As soon as Qin Mo's poem came out, everyone immediately looked at the scroll, trying to see clearly whether there really was a dangerous building on it that could reach directly into the sky, where stars could be picked up with a raised hand, and heavenly beings who could be disturbed by making a little loud noise.

Unfortunately, no, nothing. Just like before, it was just an unpainted scroll. Everything was imagined by Qin Mo.

The use of this kind of imagination and metaphor in poetry is amazing.

"This poem."

"It's too exaggerated. Is this poem really written by Qin Mo?"

""Overnight in the Magic City" was created by Qin Mo at the Mowu Hotel last night."

"Did it in the Magic City? That should be considered part of our Magic City's contribution."

In the audience, a literary student named Mowu said in an uproarious voice that as soon as Qin Mo's poem came out, they realized something was wrong. In terms of imagination, Qin Mo's "Night in the Demon City" was better than Li Hansha's

His imagination is even more exaggerated and unconstrained.
Chapter completed!