Chapter 325 The Final Topic
Tian Zhenbo corrected his color and said, "First of all! I would like to congratulate Zhang Yu and Ding Lingling. Congratulations on passing so many rounds of fierce competition and finally reaching the last moment. This national competition, because of your Appeared, pushed it to a very high level, and at the same time, a lot of excellent works emerged. In my opinion, no matter what the final result is, I believe you have shown your best side to the audience and national TV Audience, this year is the 70th anniversary of the victory of the world's 'anti-fascist war'. As the new generation of the Chinese nation, at any time, don't forget that our present happy life is the result of countless revolutionary martyrs, with their blood and Life is exchanged. So I hope that in your last piece, you can cherish, remember, and revere those revolutionary predecessors who gave their lives for the rise of our Chinese nation. There is no time limit, no genre limit, no format limit , as you wish. Let's start now..."
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When the audience heard Tian Zhenbo's topic, it was basically not surprising... This year is the "70th Anniversary of the Victory of the Anti-Fascist War", and almost no one in the audience knew about it. It is said that in the second half of the year, the country has also prepared a large-scale military parade. At this time, the organizing committee asked for this theme, which is very suitable for now. I just don't know how the two people on the field will behave when faced with such a big theme.
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The venue was very quiet, and the two of them on the stage were frowning and thinking hard... After all, this is the last question, so they can't help thinking about it carefully.
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Wu Jie, who was feeling bored, rolled his eyes and said, "Actually, I have a poem! It's quite suitable. Listen to me... shu shu! Devils dare to commit crimes against China, and warm-blooded sons and daughters are not afraid to mix, comrades, come to the battlefield with one heart. He has to call him father and mother. How about it!"
Hehehehe! Everyone in Class Twelve smiled and shook their heads.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhijun said disdainfully: "How dare you ask me! Your writing is too bad. Even your writing has caught up with the anti-Japanese drama. Listen to me... Eighteenth, split my territory and take my home, the Chinese sons and daughters want to be majestic, kick him back to his hometown."
Hahahahahaha! The people around were laughing hard enough. At the same time, it also attracted people around to look at it strangely... I don't know why it's so funny, I just listen to your hilarity.
Seeing this, Su Qianqian frowned and said, "Enough! Don't make trouble! Everyone is us."
Wu Jie and Zhao Zhijun were embarrassed, and they stopped talking.
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Zhang Yu and Ding Lingling on the stage were almost brewing at this time, and they had already started typing...
Although Ding Lingling is not as fast as Zhang Yu in typing, but fortunately there is less content, she finished the work before Zhang Yu. After the text appeared on the big screen... Ding Lingling said: "My song is "Qinyuan Spring. Guarding My Rivers and Mountains" Guarding my rivers and mountains, bathed in blood and beauty, smelted into steel. Thinking of the sons and daughters of China, galloping vertically and horizontally; storms, white horses and red guns. The sword array crosses the eyebrows, the knife cluster is cold, and the heroic hero is upright! It is especially unforgettable, the red flag is sung high, and the life is glorious! Difficult mother loves kindness. White mountains and black waters, birds sing the fragrance of flowers. There are monuments everywhere, heroes look back, and there is no regret that life is short and long.
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The audience nodded their heads when they saw this... Although Ding Lingling is a girl, she is not allowed to be a man, and her writing style is arrogant.
It really made everyone in the field admire it. This piece of her work, a little evaluation, will know that it is a rare masterpiece.
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Wu Changhao said: "Ding Lingling's works have always been of a high standard!"
Yu Rong nodded and said, "This Qin Yuanchun and the title are very strict! The style of writing is also heroic. It's really good!"
Several people in the jury team can be said to be very satisfied with Ding Lingling's work...
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Lan Kehan said with admiration: "Lingling's writing is good! She really deserves to be the number one talented girl in our school."
Tan Xiaonan said: "Ding Lingling's level is very high, even in the whole country, it is one of the best."
Several girls around nodded one after another, for a girl like Ding Lingling who combines beauty and wisdom, that is really not very common.
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Ding Lingling's work was released, and everyone in the venue naturally turned to Zhang Yu... Zhang Yu also finished writing at this time. Although he typed faster than Ding Lingling, he finished slower than Ding Lingling. Ding Lingling has more.
When the text appeared on the big screen, the audience also turned to look... Zhang Yu said, "My work is called "I use my broken palm" and I used my broken palm to explore this vast land: this corner has become Ashes, the corner is only blood and mud; this lake should be my hometown, in spring, the flowers on the embankment are like brocade barriers, the tender willow branches have a strange fragrance, and I touch the algae and the coolness of the water; The snow peaks are cold to the bone, and the water and sand of the Yellow River slip out between your fingers; in the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your newly-born grass was so fine and soft... Now there is only basil; the lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard. Over there, I dipped in the bitter waters of the South China Sea without fishing boats... The invisible palms swept across the boundless rivers and mountains, the fingers were stained with blood and ashes, the palms were sticky with darkness, only the far corner (liberated area) was still intact, warm, bright and firm And spring is flourishing. On it, I caress with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, a baby's hand milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand, and send love and all hope, because only there is the sun , is spring, it will drive out the darkness and bring life to life, so there is only one place where we don't live like animals and die like ants... There, eternal China!"
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"Clap clap clap clap!"
The audience saw unspeakable emotions in their hearts, and applauded Zhang Yu one after another... Compared with the heroic atmosphere of Ding Lingling's works, Zhang Yu's works brought more delicacy and moving. This kind of moving comes from the real expression. Although there are delicate emotions mixed in between the lines, the unyielding will can stand out and show the extraordinaryness of the work.
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Yu Rong praised: "This piece of Zhang Yu's work! Freehand brushwork is greater than realism. Regardless of the expressiveness and tension of the work, it is now a masterpiece among patriotic works."
Luo Jinsheng said: "Zhang Yu's works have always been characterized by strong imagination. In fact, this kind of patriotic works is not very easy to write. For the time being, most of them are usually written in gorgeous words. It is more than magnificent and delicate. Insufficient. Few people have written such pure freehand works to express patriotism. I believe this poem is absolutely qualified to be an excellent work sought after by the times." (To be continued.)