Portable Intelligent System

After a short time, Liu Xia, the interviewer, urged: "you should hurry up, don't delay our time, OK? If you don't have that ability, you can get out early and catch the No.2 bus. "

Wang Guoqing squinted coldly, with a gun in his voice, "in the end, he is the king at the bottom of ten thousand years. I have to think about such a simple question for a long time. I really don't know how you learn professional courses in university? Reading is in the dog's stomach? "

Wu Qinglian put her arms in her arms and looked at Xu Ling for a while. Just as she was about to move away, she suddenly found that the latter, who had been bowing her head and saying nothing, was slowly raising her head with a smile that could not be concealed.

Is he laughing?

Can you still laugh at this time?

Are you mad?

No, no!

Wu Qinglian shook her head. She could see that the smile was not angry or flattering, but a confident smile from the inside out.

Does this guy really find a way to break the game?

No, it can't be!

It doesn't matter how long the time has not passed, that is, five minutes are all used up. According to such a wide range of subjects, even if you are a big player in the music industry, you can do nothing. Let alone the people in front of you, you have never received systematic education about vocal music.

one can't make bricks without straw.

He can't do it!

Under Wu Qinglian's puzzled gaze, Xu Ling began to sing slowly.

"The sea laughs at the tide on both sides of the Strait

Ups and downs with the waves

The sky laughs one after another

Who wins and who loses

Although Xu Ling has never studied vocal music, he has a powerful golden finger in his head, which can not only provide him with lyrics, but also accompany him live.

In the impassioned BGM, the pride in Xu Ling's heart is all of a sudden aroused. At this time, he seems to be a peerless Knight at the top of Mount Tai.

Who can be the enemy in my BGM?

As a result, the more you sing, the more excited you are. The more you sing, the more passionate you are.

"Rivers and mountains smile, misty rain is far away

How charming is the world

The breeze's smile makes me lonely

There is still a night photo left

The smile of the common people is no longer lonely

The pride is still smiling

Now

A song down, lingering sound.

Three interviewers, collective silly eyes.

When Xu Ling sang the first paragraph, they were deeply impressed by the powerful atmosphere of being high and calm. In their mind, they automatically filled up the touching scene of the two peerless masters who were pitying each other.

The melody of the song is restrained first and then raised, and the peak turns around, which makes the audience fall into desolation and solitude step by step with the image of the music.

What's more, the melody of the song is simple and melodious, and the lyrics also have the flavor of Song Ci, revealing a strong wind of chivalrous carefree, which is just in line with the proposition before Wang Guoqing.

"Good!"

Wu Qinglian, who had recovered from his intoxication, gave Xu Ling a warm applause.

"Is this song really your original?" she asked eagerly

Xu Ling smiles and nods.

Wu Qinglian asked, "can you tell me the title of this song?"

Xu Ling pretended to think for a while and said, "this song is in a hurry. I can't think of a good title for a while. Let's name it after the first sentence of the lyrics."

"A smile from the sea?" Wu Qinglian clapped her hands, "it's quite in line with the meaning of the word."

Xu Ling glanced at Wang Guoqing and asked deliberately, "what do the three teachers think of the song I improvised?"

Wang Guoqing avoided Xu Ling's eyes and bowed his head.

Liu Xia did not make a sound, looking up at the ceiling, as if there was something interesting there to attract him.

Only Wu Qinglian was smiling, "this song sounds heroic and beautiful. It reveals the natural charm of a peerless knight errant everywhere. Coupled with your slightly rough voice, it makes the vicissitudes of the song as clear as a passing cloud. How can it be a good word?"

Wu Qinglian said at the end that she was a little excited and flushed. It was the first time that she heard such a stirring song. How could she not find that Xu Ling was so talented?

Raising her hand and looking at the watch on her wrist, Wu Qinglian's red lips widened slightly.

It took this guy only three minutes to make such a good song. I can't believe it.

"Surely you two agree with me?"

Wu Qinglian turned her eyes to Wang and Liu with a smile.

At this time, Wang Guoqing's face is not good-looking, like eating a fly as disgusting, but he has to admit in his heart, this song is really extraordinary, and very relevant.

It can be said that Xu Ling gave him an almost perfect answer.

Of course, he hit him hard in the face.

"It's a pretty sloppy song." Wang Guoqing pinched his nose and said, "however, this is only the first level. There are two levels behind. Don't be proud too early."

Xu Ling light smile, did not speak, just eyes with provocative meaning, hard to hide.

I'm afraid you are not gourd baby!

Wang Guoqing winked at Liu Xia, who nodded with understanding.

After thinking for a while, Liu Xia said: "Xu Ling, your singing is fairly careless. However, as a host, you should not only be able to sing, but also be able to say, I think about it. The second level is to take poetry as the starting point to test you."

Xu Ling face fearless: "please go!"

Liu Xia said with a smile: "I'm the director of storytelling column. Our column is commenting on a history program recently. How about you make an old-fashioned poem for us as a gimmick of opening remarks?"

On hearing this, Wu Qinglian feels that Liu Xia is more difficult than Wang Guoqing. However, when her eyes fall on Xu Ling, the latter looks like Shi Shi ran.

Xu Ling said, "no problem. I don't know if Mr. Liu has any restrictions on this subject?"

Wu Qinglian rolled her eyes angrily. You're not thoughtful. People don't want to limit the subject matter. You're kind enough to remind her.

Wang Guoqing snorted coldly, "he is too much of himself!"

"Oh, I forgot about it." Liu Xiayi patted his forehead, "there is no limit to the subject matter of this poem, but you have to use one of the three brand names of Bodhisattva, huanxisha and linjiangxian."

Good! Even the word card is restricted to death, and it's a ghost word?

Wu Qinglian shook her head helplessly and looked at Xu Ling's eyes with more sympathy.

This kind of excessive self-reliance will definitely lead to a fall!

Wang Guoqing was laughing to the side.

Good boy, I call you crazy. If you can't write poems later, I'll deal with you!

However, when he saw Xu Ling almost without thinking, he opened his mouth and said a word. He was so surprised that his chin almost fell off.

Linjiangxian

As the Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes.

Success or failure turns to nothing.

The green mountains are still there, several sunsets are red.

White haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine.

There are many things in ancient and modern times.

"Good! This word does not lose the sea before a smile. The tone is generous and solemn. When I read it, I can only feel the stirring and endless aftertaste, adding thousands of emotions to my heart. "

Wu Qinglian was the first to applaud. She looked at Xu Ling with more solemnity.

This guy is a talent and worth cultivating. Why didn't he find out before he could?

Also shocked is Liu Xia.

He didn't come up with this problem on the spur of the moment, but he really needed a good poem for storytelling.

Only in the past month, Liu Xia had all his capable cadres write once. Some of them were even from the Provincial Writers' Association. Their professional level was several heads higher than Xu Ling's, but the depth of their poems was less than half of the latter's.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, Liu Xia would never have believed that this wonderful poem full of vicissitudes and seeing through the world would have been written by a boy in his early twenties.

Has he been hiding himself before?

In other words, before the blow, let him epiphany?

Liu Xia shakes his head, wondering.

When he turned his head and looked at Wang Guoqing, he found that his eyes were full of tears.

Mom, he bullied me!