From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 83 Preface to Tengwang Pavilion!

Because he came to celebrate Li Siyu's birthday, Wang Yin didn't bring his own notebook.

Her mind was spinning wildly, but she still couldn't remember such a long poem.

Tang poetry at this moment, I still feel a little confused.

With her small head, she still doesn't quite understand what the main content of Song Ci, a long poem, is to express.

The main reason is that there are some uncommon words and phrases that she can't understand at all.

He could only stare at a pair of bright eyes, and looked at Song Ci curiously.

Gu Jinghong silently pricked up his ears, listening to Song Ci reciting word by word, while his eyes fell on Li Siyu.

Then when she heard the phrase "I'm gone in the past, Yangliu Yiyi, now I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing", her eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Today I come to think, rain and snow...

suddenly.She burst out laughing.

Song Ci is doing his old tricks again.

Li Siyu's name was embedded in his poems.

Just like the song written for Song Hongdou.

It's like writing to yourself "There was once a shocking photo".

Scumbag, scumbag.

How many people do you want to write poetry to?

Gu Jinghong raised his chin slightly, and looked at Song Ci with sharp eyes.

She has already seen Song Ci from inside to outside, from top to bottom.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help evoking some vague smiles.

Song Hongdou leaned against the door, and her whole weight rested on the door.

When Song Ci wrote "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches come in spring", when Song Ci wrote "Lovesickness", when Song Shi and himself shot the MV...

Those countless scenes rolled in Song Hongdou's mind.

She thought she was the most special one.

But look at Song Ci's dedication to writing poems for Li Siyu...

Hehe, relying on my talent, I want to flirt with any little sister, right?
Shen Xi stepped away from the girls from a distance.

The poem of Song Ci is recited like a wind.

To be honest, Shen Xi didn't understand a word.

With his literary quality, it is indeed incomprehensible.

But he knew that Song Ci at this moment must be full of light in the eyes of all the women.

Countless envy and jealousy could not help but arise in his heart.

Shen Xi asked herself that her appearance was not inferior to that of Song Ci.

Even if it is really compared with Song Ci, I still have a slight advantage.

But the difference in talent between himself and Song Ci is simply the difference between Yinghuo and Haoyue.

Damn.

Teacher Song Ci is already so handsome, and he can already rely on his face for a living, why do you still rely on your own talent?

Shen Xi looked at Song Ci silently, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Li Siyu put his hands on his chest.

She still held a knife in her hand to cut the cake.

But her eyes have completely turned into star eyes.

At this moment, she couldn't hear any sounds around her.

She had even forgotten when and where she was.

In her eyes, in her heart, in her blood, only the voice of Song Ci chanting poems echoed.

Fortunately, there is still a sliver of reason deep in her brain controlling her.

Otherwise, she would have already thrown herself into Song Ci's arms at this moment, wanting to give her a sweet kiss fiercely.

After Song Ci finished reading this long poem, he let out a foul breath.

At the same time, he took out a notebook from his pocket.

Above is the poem he wrote down seriously. The name of the poem is of course "Caiwei".

The lettering doesn't look that good.

But every word, Song Ci is written very carefully, neatly.

He handed the small book to Li Siyu: "Xiaoyu, my gift may not be that valuable, but I think it still has a little meaning."

Li Siyu rubbed her blushing face, took the small book from Song Ci with super excitement, and gave a serious hum with great cherishment:
"Thank you brother Song Ci, I like this gift very much, and I will keep it for the rest of my life."

Standing aside at this time, Wang Yin, who had been recalling the poem of Song Ci, took the notebook from Li Siyu's hand flatteringly, and said, "Mr. Xiaoyu, I want to see how the content of this manuscript is written by Teacher Song Ci. Is it okay?"

Li Siyu nodded with a little bit of reluctance, and then handed the small notebook to Wang Yin.

After Wang Yin took it and looked at it, he suddenly raised his head, with a bright light in his eyes, and said:

"I'm thinking about it today, rain and snow! Teacher Song Ci, you just put Xiao Yu's name in this poem, don't you?"

Song Ci nodded lightly: "I just said that this poem was written especially for Xiao Yu."

Hearing this, the happiness in Li Siyu's eyes grew stronger.

She obediently cut the cake for everyone: "Come on, let's eat cake together."

Tang Shi's small head squeezed out from Song Ci's side, and his tone was sour:

"Song Ci, you wrote 'Hongdou thinks about the south is a very distant thing' for teacher Hongdou, you wrote 'There was a photo of Jinghong' for sister Jinghong, and now you write 'Now I am thinking about it, rain and snow are falling' for Xiaoyu. You can talk about it Song Ci, you can't treat one more than another! Me, Wang Yin, and Shen Xi, the three of us are still panting here. When will you write a song for us three? Hehe."

Although the tone of Tang Shi's words was slightly ridiculed.

But it fell into the ears of Wang Yin and Shen Xi, causing a trace of expectation to appear in the eyes of both of them.

Song Ci scratched his head, then said with a haha: "Whenever I have inspiration, let's talk about it then."

Wang Yin also hurriedly helped Song Ci smooth things over: "Yes, in fact, writing this kind of thing is the most difficult thing. Sometimes you can write dozens of songs in a day when inspiration comes, and sometimes you can't hold back a fart for half a year."

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

Song Ci handed a piece of cake cut by Li Siyu to Song Hongdou.

But Song Hongdou's face remained indifferent.

In the monitoring room, Li Weicai and others watched the scene of everyone sharing the cake in harmony, and couldn't help showing an aunt's smile on their faces.

"Teacher Song Ci is really a treasure of our program. He alone can make our female guests happy."

"Hahaha, how can you tell him to coax you! This is entirely because Mr. Song Ci deeply impressed the other guests with his own strength and talent."

"It's true. If I had the beauty and talent of Teacher Song Ci, I think I could kill people in the entertainment circle. Our show is really a treasure. Fortunately, Teacher Song Ci was not popular before. Otherwise, we would never be able to easily invite him to our show at such a small price."

Li Weicai's eyes were full of pride:
"At the beginning, I chose Song Ci despite all the opinions, and even directly changed our original idea of ​​wanting to do a romance drama because of Song Ci. It is because I saw in Song Ci that the general entertainers in the showbiz are completely different. This may be the real top talent, which brings me a different experience."

At this time, an intern next to him suddenly came up and said, "Director, you see that the interaction between Teacher Song Ci and Teacher Song Hongdou is actually very good now. In fact, I think we can come up with the scrapped romance plan."

Li Weicai's eyes lit up immediately after the intern's words.

Through the monitor, he looked at Song Ci, then at Song Hongdou, and then at the other three women, thinking.

1 points in the early hours.

Everyone just dispersed, ready to go to bed.

Song Ci returned to his second-class cabin.

Because it is second class, it is a double room.

The one who slept in the same cabin as Song Ci was an uncle in his early 40s.

When Song Ci came back, the uncle was already lying on the bed, making noises like thunder.

Song Ci simply washed up, then lay down on the bed, and received a message from Li Siyu.

"Brother, I really like the poem you wrote today, I can recite it all tomorrow."

Song Ci replied: "It's fine if you like it, it's too late, go to bed early. Good night."

"Okok good night."

Tang Shi was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, she wanted to send a message to ask Song Ci, could she write a poem for her too?But rationality told her that this message could not be sent.

Because she didn't have a valid reason.

So she tossed and turned between hesitation and doubt, and did not fall asleep until the middle of the night.

Day 2 morning.

It was already past 10 o'clock when she woke up.

The others had finished their breakfast and were on the lookout on the deck.

At this time, the tanker docked at a pier to pick up another group of travelers.

So everyone has a short half hour to go ashore.

Song Ci wanted to be lazy, so he stood on the deck and didn't go.

The others all went ashore and went shopping on a nearby tourist street.

Tang Shi stood beside Song Ci and asked, "They all went shopping, don't you want to buy something?"

Song Ci shook his head: "I feel that these commercial streets are all killing tourists. Those gifts are not interesting, so I don't bother to go."

Tang Shi raised her hands in the air and stretched her waist. She was wearing a pair of gray slacks with white short sleeves on her upper body.

At this moment, with her stretching, she showed her beautiful figure, and her belly button was exposed.

"This scenery is really good. In our line of work, it is rare to travel like this, that is, when recording a program, you can breathe the fresh air of the scenic spot so freely!" Tang Shi said with emotion.

Song Ci chuckled and said, "If you want to stop, is there anyone else who can stop you? You can stop for two years and travel around the world."

Tang Shi's eyes widened immediately: "Then when I come back from a two-year break, audiences all over the country must not know me anymore. There are so many actors now, and they come out every year. If I don't keep my enthusiasm and produce works, the enthusiasm will disappear in half a year. Look how miserable you were before. Cherish the popularity and popularity now, and earn more money to know."

Tang Shi patted Song Ci on the shoulder lightly as if he had come here.

At this time, a young couple next to them cautiously approached and asked Song Ci and Tang Shi if they could take a group photo.

Of course, the two happily satisfied each other's request.

after awhile.

Shen Xi came back with everyone carrying a big bag of snacks:
"Mr. Song, Mr. Tangtang, it's a pity that you don't go! There are so many delicious things on it, we don't have to eat for several lunches! We bought these for you, come and taste them, they are very delicious."

Tang Shi took the snack bag from Shen Xi's hand, pulled out a duck neck from inside, and gnawed on it.

Song Ci looked at her enviously.

Tang Shi complained while eating: "Our female artists manage their bodies much more scary than you, you should eat, your body has a good digestion ability!"

Song Ci swallowed his saliva, and said seriously: "This is the first time I have worked with director Lu Song. Don't make him unhappy when he goes to the crew because of such a trivial matter."

Gu Jinghong leaned forward and said: "Yes, Director Lu's requirements are very strict. As far as I know, a few years ago, there was indeed an actress who was originally booked, but in the end because she didn't have her own mouth, she gained a lot of weight. In the end, she didn't succeed in cooperating with Director Lu. So Song Ci, you are right to be strict with yourself now!"

Song Ci said: "Yes, you don't understand the feeling of not being popular!"

Shen Xi laughed loudly: "Brother, to tell you the truth, I really want to be popular too!"

Li Siyu smiled and said: "If you don't become popular, you will go back and inherit hundreds of millions of property, right?"

Soon, the boat moved again.

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

The surface of the river suddenly widened a lot, fully 500 meters wide.

The whistle of the passing ships gradually increased.

In front of Song Ci and others, there appeared a pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings.

There are already a lot of people gathered there.

It's the local poetry conference.

Everyone stood on the deck, waiting for the ship to dock.

Li Weicai stood behind the camera and said to everyone: "After getting off the boat later, everyone will be free to move around for three hours. Then we won't take care of everyone's dinner, and everyone can play casually inside. Guessing lantern riddles, matching pairs, guessing historical figures, etc. It's very fun. Then we prepared some traditional costumes from ancient my country for everyone, and everyone can choose one for themselves!"

Everyone immediately rushed forward.

Song Ci chose a black robe with flowers, birds, insects and fish embroidered on it.

Tang Shi chose a fiery red long dress, which looked like a fairy.

Li Siyu chose a white scholar's attire, which matched her pretty face and made her look like a pretty boy.

Tang Shi said: "Xiao Yu, you look so good in this body, I love it so much!"

Song Hongdou chose a blue Southern Dynasty costume, which looked very classic.

Gu Jinghong chose the image of a historical female character she once played.

This boy Shen Xi didn't follow common sense to choose his clothes, which looked like eunuchs.

It made everyone laugh.

So he hurried to change his body again.

Wang Yin's own clothes had a classic temperament, so she didn't change them at all.

After getting ready, everyone got off the boat and plunged into the turbulent crowd on the shore.

The appearance of such a large group of people in the program group immediately attracted the attention of many tourists on the scene.

At a glance, the crowds are all dressed in the classical costumes of this Huaguo, colorful and colorful, and their makeup is also varied.

Although they knew that Song Ci and others were big stars, they didn't rush up to surround the program group.

I just looked at it from a distance, or took out my mobile phone and took a picture of the recording of the program, and then stopped paying attention.

Here, the poems and articles are the focus.

Everyone's interest lies in those poems and songs.

Song Ci slowly walks in the prosperity of this place, and the culture of Huaguo is everywhere.

Being in such a scene, it is hard for someone not to feel a sense of cultural pride.

"I see that there are a lot of lanterns hanging. It must be super beautiful at night!" Tang Shi said, pointing to both sides of the street.

Gu Jinghong: "Yes, I was filming here the year before last, and I happened to come here once, and the light show was so beautiful!"

Li Siyu said: "The Tengwang Pavilion is so tall!"

At the end of this winding long street is the towering Tengwang Pavilion.

At this moment, more than a hundred poetry associations from thirteen prefectures across the country have surrounded the huge circular square of His Excellency King Teng.

This is a very big event in the local area, so the leaders present here are of relatively high level.

The entire poetry meeting has lasted for three days.

Tonight is the last match.

The eight poetry associations that have entered the finals of this poetry event will come up with a brand new poem for the final PK.

The winner will be able to win tonight's Corolla.

Song Ci and others had a great time until the sunset.

The weather is beautiful today, the sky is cloudless, and the dark blue night is dotted with stars.

Song Ci and others, under the leadership of the director team and the organizing committee, sat in the first row at the southeast corner of the circular square.

The moderators are a man and a woman.

The light fell on them.

Countless eyes also fell on them.

Song Hongdou, who was sitting next to Song Ci, turned his head slightly, and said, "In this kind of place, I feel so uneducated!"

Not only her, Shen Xi, Tang Shi, and Li Siyu also seemed nervous.

Such an occasion is not everyone's home field.

Even, after knowing that there is a variety show being recorded here at the moment, members of various poetry associations all looked over.

But in his eyes, there was nothing like the enthusiasm of ordinary fans when he saw a star, but there was only a touch of calmness.

In the eyes of cultural people, it seems that Song Ci and others are a bit out of place here.

The event was broadcast live on the local TV station and also on the Internet.

But at this moment, the live broadcast room was already surrounded by fans of Song Ci and others.

"Ahh! I heard that Hongdou and the others are all at the meeting today, right?"

"Will Song Ci appear?"

"What's the point of inviting a group of actors from the entertainment circle to do something so cultured?"

"I go!"

"Idiot fans, can you get out of this live broadcast room!"

The first to appear was Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association.

Standing in the center of the stage, he solemnly read out the final works of their Jiangnan Poetry Association.

It was a seven-character verse.

Wang Yin was sitting on Song Ci's right. After listening to Bai Yishan's poem, she said to Song Ci, "The Jiangnan Poetry Association is very strong. As soon as it came up, it came up with a heptadic verse of this quality. It may be difficult for other associations to handle it."

Song Ci said: "Is this poem written by Chairman Bai?"

Wang Yin shook her head: "I don't know... Maybe it was written by him, or maybe it was read on behalf of someone from their association."

After Bai Yishan finished reading, more than a dozen judges in the audience expressed their opinions.

Then comes the next finalist.

The final eight works, three poems, three words, and two parallel essays.

It can be described as literary and romantic.

Seeing that Li Siyu and others have been lamenting how uneducated they are.

After a while, the final feeling came out.

He is a male poet from the Modu Poetry Association.

Wang Yin shouted excitedly.

Because this man is also her friend.

After the awards were awarded to the champions, it was time for the last part of the poetry conference.

In the next hour, those present had their own works, but in the past three days, they had no chance to show themselves.

The stage in the middle belongs to everyone at this moment.

At this moment, night has fallen.

But the surrounding lights reflected here as if it were daytime.

Amidst the booing from various poetry associations, young faces jumped onto the stage one after another, summoned up their courage, and read out their own works.

Some drew applause.

Some of them directly triggered the judgment of everyone in the audience.

Under such a long river,

Bai Yishan stood on the stage again,
Leaning on crutches in one hand and holding a microphone in the other, he looked at everyone and said, "When I came here today, on the cruise ship, I heard a poem, and I was astounded at the time. I can even say that if he participates in our finals today, he will be the champion!"

Zhang Dongsen, president of the Xidu Poetry Association in the audience, said: "The works that can shock you, Lao Bai, please read them quickly and let us listen to them!"

Tian Xingli, president of the Modu Poetry Association, said with a smile: "Old Bai, you old boy, you can't lose because of your family, so let's just say that! We won by relying on our own strength!"

Bai Yishan's words really quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone in the Modu Poetry Association.

"Old boy, did you drink too much today?"

"Haha, the Jiangnan Poetry Association has always refused to accept us, and lost to us this time. This old boy is looking for a place for them!"

"You recited that poem, we want to see how good it is!"

"If you can't tell, you are insulting people!"

Bai Yishan held up the microphone, and his eyes fell on Song Ci who was sitting in the southeast corner.

Song Ci is quite embarrassing.

This old gentleman, isn't he going to read the song "Xiajiangling" that he wrote?

But what if not?
Should I stop it?

While Song Ci's mind was flickering, Bai Yishan had already opened his mouth slowly.

"Among the colorful clouds of Chaoci Baidi, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The sound of apes on both sides of the bank can't stop, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and after savoring the whole poem in their minds, their voices immediately came out.

"Good poetry! Really good poetry!"

"I have to say that what Lao Bai said is true. This poem is indeed on par with the champion work just now!"

"Old Bai, is the author here today?"

"Wow! This poem should be about sitting on a cruise ship and going down the river, right? It's written in my heart!"

Zhang Dongsen raised his thumb: "Old Bai, this poem is amazing!"

Tian Xingli's expression was a bit awkward, but he still forced his respect and said: "It is indeed an excellent work, but compared with ours, there are still some minor deficiencies!"

However, his words were quickly drowned out by the voices of the crowd.

Li Siyu smiled and pricked up his ears, listening to the people around him, and the praise of Song Ci's poem felt the same as praising himself.

Song Hongdou nudged Tang Shi lightly with her elbow, pouted her lips, and said, "Look at how proud Song Ci is, you're going to fly with joy!"

Tang Shi smiled and said: "No way, if I were him, I would take off in place!"

Gu Jinghong sat calmly, even took out his small bag, and put on some makeup.

The voices of the crowd became louder.

"President Bai, quickly invite the author of this poem, let him share with us his creative experience?!"

"Who is the author? Is it Yuan Sizhi?"

Everyone's eyes fell on a man sitting in the first row.

Yuan Sizhi is a young talent who has risen rapidly in the circle of poetry in recent years, and his strength is very strong.

However, he came to watch the ceremony today and did not participate in the competition.

A small task given to him by the organizing committee is to write a concluding article at the end of this event.

This is the repertoire of previous Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Conferences.

Over the years, only those who are highly respected in the circle, or in other words, have a pivotal position in the circle of classical culture, can take on the role.

But this time, Yuan Sizhi relied on the mediation of his father, the president of the Beijing Poetry Association, to get the important task of writing only Mu Ci for this poetry conference.

He had received such an invitation a month ago.

Therefore, the manuscript has already been written.

In private, he has read it to several friends in the circle.

All of them praised his literary talent and detailed content of this article, which can be said to be the best article written in several grand conferences.

Even his father, the president of the Beijing Poetry Association, was full of praise after reading it.

So in fact, in the game just now, Yuan Sizhi was almost distracted throughout the whole process.

In fact, he doesn't care about the quality of other people's poems.

Because after listening all the way, there are indeed good quality ones, but they haven't surprised him yet.

His thoughts are all on his own article.

He was even imagining the scene where everyone's jaws would drop in shock after his article was read out later.

His father, Yuan Qing, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, was sitting beside Tian Xingli.

Seeing Bai Yishan recite a poem of such quality inexplicably at this moment, he felt very unhappy.

Originally, according to the process, after the one-hour free poetry presentation by everyone, it was time for his son to appear on the stage.

Originally, the quality of his son's articles was very high.

Especially after this hour of mediocre works, if they are displayed, wouldn't it make Lao Tzu Yuan Qing's son even more awesome?
But Bai Yishan suddenly read a song "Xiajiangling", which once again set off the atmosphere here.

This made Yuan Qing, who wanted to take advantage of this grand event to give his son a hug, narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was also curious as to who the author of the song "Xiajiangling" was.

Before he knew Song Ci, Wang Yin was Yuan Sizhi's diehard fan.

But after getting to know Song Ci... who knows Yuan Sizhi!
Therefore, when he heard that many people were guessing whether it was Yuan Sizhi, Wang Yin immediately pouted and complained, "Yuan Sizhi couldn't write seven-character quatrains in this style!"

After hearing everyone's discussion, Yuan Sizhi also stood up slowly, bowed slightly to everyone, and then said: "Everyone, I didn't write this poem. But I also like it very much, President Bai, so don't be fooled by everyone, and quickly invite this great talent!"

Bai Yishan nodded slightly, feeling that the atmosphere here was pretty much set off.

Only then did he stretch out a hand towards Song Ci, and said with a smile: "Everyone, the author of this song "Xiajiangling" is our Mr. Song Ci, you didn't expect it!"

Whoa!
Hearing the word Song Ci, the expressions of the people at the scene were really wonderful.

"What? Song Ci?? Is it the Song Ci I know?!!?"

"Is it Song Ci, the author of Yellow Crane Tower?"

"Is it the Song Ci that was sung?"

"It must be that Song Ci, isn't he just sitting there?!"

"Wow! This poem is actually a song poem! I just took off!"

Yuan Sizhi put down his upturned Erlang legs.

He has read all the poems written by Song Ci.

Very strong.

If it is said that this song "Xiajiangling" was written in Song Ci, he would also agree.

After all, Song Ci's hand is here.

Zhang Dongsen followed Bai Yishan's gaze and looked over.

When Song Ci and others arrived at the scene before, he had actually noticed the existence of Song Ci.

At this moment, his mood is extremely complicated.

Mainly embarrassment.

After all, when he saw Song Ci for the first time, in his eyes, Song Ci was just a low class in the entertainment industry.

But on the other hand, Song Ci's poems are indeed well written.

Although at present, the number of Song Ci works is still very small.

However, who can predict what kind of masterpiece Song Ci will write ten years later, 20 years later, or even 50 years later?

Tian Xingli narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Ci.

He has never liked Song Ci since the two Song Ci poems "The Hairpin Head Phoenix".

At this moment, the author of this song "Xiajiangling" is actually Song Ci.

He felt a slight heat on his face.

After all, I have expressed my disdain for Song Ci's works more than once in the forum.

But just now, he seemed to be in a poem that praised Song Ci?

Oh shit.

Song Ci stood on the stage with a smile amidst the cheers of the crowd and the booing of the crowd behind him.

First he greeted everyone, and then he hugged Bai Yishan.

He held up the microphone and said: "Thank you for your love of my work. I am here today mainly to appreciate your competition. I am just a passerby, haha!"

Bai Yishan deliberately said with a straight face: "Isn't this the end of the competition? We all know that in the past period of time, the little friend Song Ci has written several excellent works, including today's "Xiajiangling". Let's see if there is anything you want to communicate with the little friend!"

The noise of the crowd suddenly became louder.

Then Bai Yishan directly regarded himself as the host, and directed at the person who made the most noise in the front row, intending to call his name and ask him to ask Song Ci questions.

Tian Xingli saw that things were going a little too far, so he hurriedly spoke out to stop Bai Yishan's next move: "Old Bai, our stage is reserved for those who want to show their works!"

Yuan Qing also said: "Yes, Xiao Song, do you have any works? If not, you can go down first. You are from the singer circle. Today is a grand gathering of ancient poetry and prose!"

Immediately someone booed from the audience:
"Yeah, today is our big event. Why did you call Song Ci to show up? A singer who has been on the market for so many years can suddenly write poems. Who knows if you bought your poems!"

"Hahaha! Brother, what you said is too much. The quality of Song Ci's works is very high! I believe that those who can write such works will not betray their hard work!"

"Then who knows! Don't you know that money can turn ghosts around?!"

Zhang Dongsen also said: "Let's let the next person who wants to show his work come on stage!"

Song Ci scratched his head, held up the microphone and said, "Actually, before I came here, I also wrote an article when I was sitting on a cruise ship and coming all the way along the river, but..."

Before the explanation of Song Ci was finished, Tian Xingli immediately stretched out a big hand and said, "There is no need to explain. If there is a work, you can read it directly. We all have our own judgments."

"Yes! What poem did you write again? Hurry up. I'll give you 3 minutes. Go back and sing!"

"Hurry up, mine hasn't been read yet!"

"I look forward to it, I hope it is a work that does not lose to "Yellow Crane Tower"."

Song Ci held the microphone, glanced at Song Hongdou, Tang Shi and others, and received their encouraging eyes.

In fact, what Song Ci wants to say is that the people present should not understand the article he wrote.

but……

This article is simply beautiful.

Wouldn't it be a disservice to the audience if you don't read out this situation, this scene, this place?

So Song Ci nodded seriously.

Bai Yishan sat back in his seat, and everyone in the live broadcast room watched Song Ci.

In the night sky, stars twinkle.

Song Ci spoke slowly:

"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. The three rivers lead the five lakes, and the wild thorns are led to Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, Longguang shoots the market of Niudou; outstanding people, the spirit of Xu Let me go down to Chen Fan's couch."

Bai Yishan's brows tightened.

This is not a poem, nor a word, but a parallel essay? !

Tian Xingli changed his sitting position, leaning slightly against the back of the chair.

In the first two sentences, the antithesis is quite neat.

It probably means it, but I can actually understand it.

Yuan Sizhi jumped up and sat up straight.

This kid also wrote parallel prose! ?
Yuan Qing tapped lightly on his knee with his left hand.

It's good to write parallel essays, it will be just to set off the excellence of the child later.

Zhang Dongsen's breathing became a lot faster, and only Song Ci was left in his eyes.

Wang Yincong had already dug out a small book from the bag, and was going to record Song Ci's works.

But at this moment, when she heard Song Ci read an article, she immediately gave up this idea.

"The time is September, and the order is in the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple."

Tian Xingli's frown became tighter and tighter.

What is this Song Ci doing?
Isn't it July now?

When is September? ?

Everyone in the audience listened carefully.

The number of barrage in the live broadcast room has begun to surge.

"Wow grass! Everyone get out of the way, Song Ci is starting to pretend!"

"I just came in, what's the situation?!"

"Why can't I understand this article, but it sounds so catchy!?"

"Beautiful article!"

Song Ci stood at the forefront of the stage.

"Lvyan rushes to the ground, the home of bells and tripods; boats and boats in Mijin, green sparrows and yellow dragons. The clouds disappear and the rain fades away, and the district shines brightly. The sunset and lone ducks fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings late, and it rings on the shore of Peng Li;

As soon as this sentence came out, there were countless breathless voices at the scene.

Anyone who can participate in this grand poetry event has two knowledges in his hands.

But at this moment, when the two sentences "The sunset and the lone duck fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky" come out.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they looked at Song Ci on the stage in disbelief.

Tian Xingli's gray beard was trembling slightly at this moment.

His furrowed face was filled with energy and blood at this moment due to excitement, making his face red like a monkey's butt.

Yuan Sizhi's face suddenly turned white.

The quality of Song Ci's article...he didn't dare to think about it!
Yuan Qing straightened up, pushed his mirror frame, and stared at Song Ci, wanting to see clearly every detail of Song Ci who was only a few meters away from him at this moment.

Bai Yishan slapped his thigh fiercely in excitement.

In my mind, the beautiful scene of the solitary duck in the autumn water emerged.

This sentence is not empty talk.

But in front of the Tengwang Pavilion, he really saw it!
Wang Yin's whole body has fallen into an indescribable madness.

Although she seemed to be still sitting where she was, her whole body had followed Song Ci's article, and her mind wandered in this world.

Song Ci paused for a moment, took half a bottle of water she drank from Tang Shi's hand, took a sip, and continued to read:
"The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the universe is infinite; happiness and sorrow come, and there are countless emptiness. Looking at Chang'an in the sun, Wu Wu will be in the clouds. The terrain is extreme and the southern sea is deep, the sky is high, and the north is far away. Guanshan is difficult to cross, who is sad for those who have lost their way; when they meet by chance, they are all guests from other lands."

Meet by chance, full of guests from other places! !
The ten words landed sonorously and forcefully, hitting the hearts of everyone here.

All the people here today gathered from all corners of China to participate in this grand event!
These ten words contain endless charm, and they seem to blow everyone's minds away!

(End of this chapter)