Because he came here 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.
At this moment, Tang Shi is still a little confused.
With her little brain, she still didn't quite understand what the main content of Song Ci was to be expressed in this long poem.
Mainly because there were some unfamiliar words and phrases that she couldn't understand at all.
All he could do was stare at Song Ci curiously with a pair of bright eyes.
Gu Jinghong pricked his ears silently, listening to Song Ci reciting word by word, while his eyes fell on Li Siyu.
Then when she heard the sentence "I left in the past, the willows lingered, but now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling", her eyebrows suddenly frowned.
Now I come to think about it, it’s raining and snowing...
suddenly. She burst into laughter.
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 a shocking moment when someone took a photo."
Scumbag, scumbag.
How many people do you want to write poems for?
Gu Jinghong raised his chin slightly and looked at Song Ci sharply.
She has understood Song Ci from inside to outside, top to bottom.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help but evoke a faint smile.
Song Hongdou leaned against the door, her entire weight leaning on it.
When the Song Dynasty wrote "Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring will sprout a few branches", when the Song Dynasty wrote "Lovesickness", when the Song Dynasty and himself were filming the MV...
Countless scenes were rolling around in Song Hongdou's mind.
She thought she was the most special one.
But look at the level of care that Song Ci put into writing poems for Li Siyu...
Haha, with your talent, you would want to flirt with any kind of little sister, right?
Shen Xi moved away from the women from a distance.
This poem from the Song Dynasty is read like the wind.
To be honest, Shen Xi didn't understand a word.
With his literary quality, he really couldn't understand it.
But he knew that Song Ci at this moment must be full of light in the eyes of the girls.
Countless envy and jealousy could not help but arise in his heart.
Shen Xi asked herself whether her appearance was as good as Song Ci's.
Even if compared with Song Ci, I still have a slight advantage.
But the talent gap between himself and Song Ci is simply the gulf between Yinghuo and Haoyue.
Damn it.
Teacher Song Ci, you are already so handsome and you can rely on your face to make a living, so why do you still rely on your own talent?
Shen Xi looked at Song Ci silently, clenching his fists involuntarily.
Li Siyu held his hands on his chest.
In her hand she still held the knife ready to cut the cake.
But her eyes have completely turned into starry eyes.
At this moment, she couldn't hear any sounds around her.
She had even forgotten where and when she was.
In front of her eyes, in her heart, and in her blood, only the sound of Song Ci and poetry recited echoed.
Fortunately, there was still a trace 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 him a kiss.
After Song Ci finished reading this long poem, he exhaled a heavy breath.
At the same time, he took out a notebook from his pocket.
The above is a poem he wrote down seriously. The name of the poem is, of course, "Plucking Wei".
The words don't look that nice.
But every word of Song Ci is written with great care and neatness.
He handed the small notebook to Li Siyu: "Xiaoyu, my gift may not be that valuable, but I think it still has a little meaning."
Li Siyu rubbed his red face, took the small notebook from Song Ci's hand with great excitement, and gave a serious and cherished hum:
"Thank you, Brother Song Ci. I like this gift very much and I will keep it forever."
At this time, Wang Yin, who was standing aside and had been recalling the poem Song Ci, took the notebook from Li Siyu's hand flatteringly and said: "Teacher Xiaoyu, I want to see how Teacher Song Ci wrote the content of this manuscript. ,May I?"
Li Siyu nodded with a little 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 bright light in his eyes, and said:
"Let me think about it today, it's raining and snowing! Teacher Song Ci, did you incorporate Xiao Yu's name into this poem?"
Song Ci nodded lightly: "As I said just now, this poem was written specifically for Xiaoyu."
Hearing this, the happiness in Li Siyu's eyes became even stronger.
She obediently cut the cake for everyone: "Come on, let's eat the cake together."
Tang Shi's little head squeezed out from Song Ci's side, and his tone was filled with acid:
"Song Ci, you wrote to my teacher Hongdou, 'Hongdou misses the southern country, it's a very far away thing.' You wrote to sister Jinghong, 'There was a Jinghong who came to take a look.' Now you write to Xiaoyu, 'Now I'm thinking about Yuxue. Feifei'. There is a Song poem about one, but you can't favor one over the other! Me, Wang Yin. Shen Xi, the three of us are still here panting, when will you write a song for us three. Hee hee."
Although the tone of Tang Shi's words was slightly ridiculing.
But when it fell into the ears of Wang Yin and Shen Xi, a trace of expectation appeared in their eyes.
Song Ci scratched his head, then laughed and said, "I'll tell you when I have inspiration."
Wang Yin also quickly helped Song Ci smooth things over: "Yes, actually creating this kind of thing is the most difficult. Sometimes you can write dozens of songs in a day when inspiration comes, and sometimes you can't even come up with a fart after holding it in for half a year."
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
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 everyone sharing the cake harmoniously, and couldn't help but have an aunt's smile on their faces.
"Teacher Song Ci is really a treasure of our program. He can make all our female guests happy by himself."
"Hahaha, how can you call him coaxing? This is completely because Mr. Song Ci has deeply impressed the other guests with his own strength and talent."
"There is a saying that it is true. If I had Teacher Song Ci's good looks and talent, I think I could kill people in the entertainment industry. Our program is really a treasure hunt. Fortunately, Teacher Song Ci was not popular before, otherwise If so, we will never be able to invite him to our program easily and at such a small price."
Li Weicai's eyes were full of pride:
"At the beginning, I chose Song Ci against all odds, and even changed our original idea of making a romance variety show because of Song Ci. It was because I saw something completely different from ordinary entertainers in the entertainment industry in Song Ci. . This may be the different experience that real top talent brings to me."
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. Our previous abandoned love drama plan, actually, I think it is completely okay. Take it out again.”
The intern's words immediately made Li Weicai's eyes light up.
Through the monitor, he looked at Song Ci, then at Song Hongdou, and then at the other three women, becoming thoughtful.
1am.
Everyone then dispersed and got ready to sleep.
Song Ci returned to his second-class cabin.
Because it is second class, it is a room for two people.
Sleeping 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 roaring like thunder.
Song Ci simply washed up, then lay on the bed, and received a message from Li Siyu.
"Brother, I really like the poem you wrote today. I can memorize it all tomorrow."
Song Ci replied: "As long as you like it, it's too late, go to bed early. Good night."
"Okok good night."
Tang Shi lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and she wanted to send a message to Song Ci, if he could write her a poem too? But her reason told her not to send this news.
Because she doesn't have a valid reason.
So she tossed and turned between hesitation and doubt, and didn't fall asleep until late at night.
Morning of the 2nd day.
It was already past 10 o'clock when she woke up.
Everyone else had finished their breakfast and were watching the wind 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 did not go.
Everyone else went ashore and went shopping on a nearby tourist street.
Tang Shi stood beside Song Ci and asked, "They have all gone shopping, why don't you go buy some?"
Song Ci shook his head: "I feel like these commercial streets are robbing tourists. Those gifts are not interesting, so I don't want to go there."
Tang Shi raised her hands in the air and stretched. She was wearing a pair of gray casual pants and a white short-sleeved upper body.
At this moment, as she stretched, she revealed her beautiful figure, including her navel.
"The scenery is really nice. People in our industry rarely travel like this. That is, when recording a program, we 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, can anyone stop you? You can stop for two years and travel around the world."
Tang Shi's eyes suddenly widened: "Then when I come back from a two-year break, the audience across the country will definitely not recognize me. There are so many actors now, one after another every year, how about I keep my popularity and produce works? If you do, the popularity will disappear in half a year. Look at how miserable you were before, cherish your current popularity and popularity, and make more money."
Tang Shi looked like someone who had come before and gently patted Song Ci on the shoulder.
At this time, there was a young couple nearby. They cautiously approached and asked if Song Ci and Tang Shi could take a group photo.
Of course, the two of them happily fulfilled each other's request.
after awhile.
Shen Xi came back with everyone carrying a big bag of snacks:
"Teacher Song, Teacher Tangtang, it's a pity that you don't go! There are so many delicious foods on there, we won't have to eat at noon for several days! We bought these for you, come and try them, it's so good eat."
Tang Shi took the snack bag from Shen Xi's hand, took out a duck neck from it, and started to nibble on it.
Song Ci looked at her enviously.
Tang Shi complained while eating: "We female artists are much scarier than you in managing our figures. You should eat, your body has a good digestion ability!"
Song Ci swallowed and said seriously: "This is my first time working with Director Lu Song. Don't let such trivial matters come to the crew and make others unhappy."
Gu Jinghong came up 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 she gained weight because she didn't have her own mouth. Quite a few, but in the end the cooperation with Director Lu was not successful. So Song Ci, it is right for you 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 be honest, I also want to be popular!"
Li Siyu smiled and said: "If it doesn't happen, you will go back and inherit hundreds of millions of family assets, right?"
Soon, the boat started moving again.
By two or three o'clock in the afternoon.
The river surface suddenly opened up a lot, four to five hundred meters wide.
The whistles of passing ships gradually increased.
In front of Song Ci and others, a pavilion with carved beams and painted columns appeared.
A lot of people have gathered there.
It was a 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 we get off the boat, everyone can move around freely for three hours. Then we won't take care of dinner for everyone. Everyone can play freely inside. Guess the lantern riddles, yes, yes, yes Zi, it’s fun to guess historical figures and the like. Then we have prepared some traditional costumes from ancient my country for you, so you can choose one yourself!”
Everyone immediately rushed forward.
Song Ci chose a black robe with some flowers, birds, insects and fish embroidered on it.
Tang Shi chose a fiery red dress, looking like a fairy.
Li Siyu chose a white scholar's outfit, which matched her pretty face and gave her a perfect image of a pretty girl.
Tang Shi said: "Xiaoyu, you look so good, I love you so much!"
Song Hongdou chose a cyan Southern Dynasty outfit, which looked very classic.
Gu Jinghong chose the image of a historical female character she had played.
This kid Shen Xi chose clothes out of common sense and looked like a eunuch.
It made everyone laugh.
So he quickly went to change his clothes again.
Wang Yin's own clothes had a classical temperament, so she didn't change them.
After being prepared, everyone got off the boat directly and plunged into the surging crowd on the shore.
The appearance of such a large group of people from the program team immediately attracted the attention of many tourists at the scene.
At a glance, the crowds of people are all dressed in classical Chinese costumes, colorful and colorful, and their makeup is also colorful.
Although they knew that Song Ci and others were big stars, everyone did not rush up to surround the program crew.
I just looked at it from a distance, or took out my mobile phone, took a picture of the program recording, and stopped paying attention.
Here, poetry and articles are the focus.
Everyone's interest lies in those poems and songs.
Song Ci slowly walked among the prosperity of this place, and the Chinese culture was circulating everywhere.
Being in such a scene, it is difficult for anyone not to feel full of cultural pride.
"I see there are a lot of lanterns hung up. It will 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 happened to be here once. The light show was so beautiful!"
Li Siyu said: "Tengwang Pavilion is so high!"
At the end of this long winding street is the towering Tengwang Pavilion.
At this moment, there are already more than a hundred poetry associations from thirteen states across the country surrounding the huge circular square of His Excellency Prince Teng.
This is a very big event in the local area, so the leaders who come here are also of a relatively high level.
The entire poetry meeting lasted for three days.
Tonight is the last one.
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 get tonight's flower crown.
Song Ci and others had a great time until the sunset.
The sky is beautiful today, it is cloudless, and the stars are already dotted on the dark blue night.
Song Ci and others, led by the director team and the organizing committee, sat in the first row at the southeast corner of the circular square.
The hosts 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 her head slightly and said, "I feel so uneducated in a place like this!"
Not only her, but Shen Xi, Tang Shi, and Li Siyu also seemed nervous.
This kind of occasion is not everyone’s home field.
Even after learning that a variety show was being recorded here, members of various poetry associations all looked over.
But in his eyes, there was nothing like the enthusiasm of ordinary fans when meeting celebrities, and there was just a hint of calmness.
In the eyes of educated people, it seems that Song Ci and others seem a bit out of place here.
This event was broadcast live on local television stations and was also broadcast live on the Internet.
At this moment, the live broadcast room was already surrounded by fans of Song Ci and others.
"Ahhh! I heard that Hongdou and the others are all at the conference today, right?"
"Will Song Ci appear?"
"Why would you invite a group of actors from the entertainment industry to do such a cultural thing?"
"I go!"
"Idiot fans, can you get out of this live broadcast room!"
The first person to appear was Bai Yishan, the president of the Jiangnan Poetry Association.
He stood in the center of the stage and solemnly read out the final work of their Jiangnan Poetry Association.
It is a seven-character rhyme poem.
Wang Yin sat on the right side of Song Ci. After listening to Bai Yishan's poem, she said to Song Ci: "The Jiangnan Poetry Association is very powerful. It came up with a seven-character poem of this quality right away. Other associations estimate that It’s not easy to handle anymore.”
Song Ci said: "Is this poem written by President Bai?"
Wang Yin shook his head: "I don't know... maybe he wrote it, or maybe someone from their association read it out."
After Bai Yishan finished reading, more than a dozen judges in the audience expressed their opinions.
Then the next finalist comes out.
The eight works in the finals include three poems, three lyrics, and two parallel prose.
It can be described as literary and romantic.
It seems that Li Siyu and others have been lamenting that they are so uneducated.
Not long after, the final champion was decided.
He is a male poet from the Shanghai Poetry Association.
Wang Yin shouted excitedly.
Because this man is also her friend.
After the awards were given to the champions, it was time for the last part of the poetry conference.
In the next hour, there were people present who had their own works, but in the past three days, they had no chance to show off their own works.
The stage in the middle belongs to everyone at this moment.
At this moment, night has fallen.
But the surrounding lights made the place look like daylight.
Amid the cheers from our various poetry associations, one after another young faces jumped onto the stage, mustering up the courage to read out their own works.
Some drew applause from the whole house.
Some of them directly triggered the judgment of everyone in the audience.
Under such a long river,
Bai Yishan stood on the stage again,
He was leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a microphone in the other. He looked at everyone and said: "When I came here today, I heard a poem on the cruise ship. I was shocked at the time. I can even say that, if If he participates in our finals today, the championship will be his!"
Zhang Dongsen, president of the Xidu Poetry Association in the audience, said: "This work that will shock you, Lao Bai, please hurry up and read it out for us to listen to!"
Tian Xingli, president of the Magic City Poetry Association, said with a smile: "Lao Bai, you old boy, you can't just say that just because your family lost! We won with our own strength!"
Bai Yishan's words indeed quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone in the Magic City Poetry Association.
"This old boy, did you drink too much today?"
"Haha, the Jiangnan Poetry Association has always been dissatisfied with us, and this time we lost to us. This old boy is looking for a place for them!"
"You should read out that poem. We want to see how good it is!"
"If you can't say it, you're just insulting!"
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.
Is this old gentleman going to read the song "Going to Jiangling" that he wrote?
But what if not?
Should I stop it?
While Song Ci's mind was flashing, Bai Yishan had slowly spoken.
"In the midst of the colorful clouds of the White Emperor, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"
Everyone in the audience was stunned. After savoring the entire poem in their minds, the voice 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 championship work just now!"
"Lao Bai, is this author here today?"
"Wow! This poem should be about the joy of sitting on a cruise ship and going down the river, right? It just touched my heart!"
Zhang Dongsen raised his thumb: "Old Bai, this poem is amazing!"
Tian Xingli's expression was a little embarrassed, but he still managed to show his respect and said: "It is indeed an excellent piece of work, but compared with ours, there are still some minor shortcomings!"
However, his words were quickly drowned out by the crowd's voices.
Li Siyu smiled and raised his ears, listening to the praises of the people around him about Song Ci, which felt like they were praising himself.
Song Hongdou bumped Tang Shi gently with her elbow, pursed her lips, and said, "Look at how proud Song Ci is, he's going to be so happy!"
Tang Shi smiled and said: "There is no way, if I were him, I would take off on the same spot!"
Gu Jinghong sat calmly, even took out his small bag and touched up his makeup.
The crowd's voices became louder.
"President Bai, please quickly invite the author of this poem to come up and ask him to share his creative experience with us?!"
"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 poetry circle in recent years and is very powerful.
However, he came to watch the ceremony today and did not participate in the game.
A small task given to him by the organizing committee was to write a summary article at the end of this event.
This is a reserved program of all previous Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Conferences.
Over the years, only those who are highly respected in the circle, or have a pivotal position in the classical culture circle, can take on the role.
But this time, Yuan Sizhi relied on the mediation of his father, the president of the Beijing Poetry Association, and got the important task of writing only Mu Ci for this poetry conference.
He received such an invitation a month ago.
Therefore, the manuscript has been written long ago.
He privately read it to several close friends in the circle.
Everyone praised his article for its brilliant literary talent and detailed content. It can be said to be the best article he has written in several conferences.
Even his father, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, was full of praise after reading it.
So in fact, during the game just now, Yuan Sizhi was distracted almost the entire time.
In fact, he doesn't care at all whether other people's poems are good or bad.
Because he had heard all the way that there were indeed good quality products, but none that amazed him.
His thoughts were all on his article.
He was even imagining the scene where everyone's jaw would drop in shock after his article was read out.
His father, Yuan Qing, the president of the Shangjing Poetry Association, was sitting next to Tian Xingli.
At this moment, seeing Bai Yishan inexplicably reciting a poem of such quality, he felt very unhappy.
Originally, according to the procedure, after an hour of free poetry reading and presentation by everyone, it was time for his son to appear.
Originally, the quality of his son's articles was very high.
Especially after this hour of mediocre works, if it were displayed, wouldn't it make Yuan Qing's son even more awesome?
But Bai Yishan suddenly recited a song "Going to Jiangling", which once again heightened the atmosphere in the room.
This made Yuan Qing, who wanted to take advantage of this grand event to support his son, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was also curious about who the author of the song "Going to Jiangling" was.
Before getting to know Song Ci, Wang Yin was a die-hard fan of Yuan Sizhi.
But after knowing Song Ci...who knows Yuan Sizhi!
Therefore, when he heard that many people were speculating whether it was Yuan Sizhi, Wang Yin immediately pouted and complained: "Yuan Sizhi cannot write a seven-character quatrain in this style!"
After hearing everyone's discussion, Yuan Sizhi stood up slowly, bowed slightly to everyone, and then said: "Everyone, I did not write this poem. But I also like it very much, Bai Hui Chief, please stop trying to keep everyone in the dark and invite this great talent to come up as soon as possible!"
Bai Yishan nodded slightly, feeling that the atmosphere here was pretty good.
He then stretched out a hand towards Song Ci and said with a smile: "Everyone, the author of this song "Down to Jiangling" is our Mr. Song Ci. You didn't expect it!"
Wow!
After hearing the word Song Ci, the expressions of everyone at the scene were really wonderful.
"What? Song Ci?? Is it the Song Ci that I know?!?"
"Is it Song Ci, the author of Yellow Crane Tower?"
"Is it the song that sings?"
"It must be that Song Ci, isn't he just sitting there?!"
"Wow wow wow! This poem is actually a Song lyric! I just took off!"
Yuan Sizhi lowered his crossed legs.
He has read all the poems written by Song Ci.
Very strong.
If the song "Down to Jiangling" was written by Song Dynasty lyrics, he would agree with it.
After all, Song Ci's hand is here.
Zhang Dongsen followed Bai Yishan's gaze and looked over.
When Song Ci and others arrived before, he had actually noticed Song Ci's existence.
At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated.
Mainly embarrassment.
After all, when he first met Song Ci, in his eyes, Song Ci was just a lowlife in the entertainment industry.
But on the other hand, Song poetry is indeed well written.
Although at present, the number of Song poetry works is still very small.
However, who can predict what kind of masterpiece Song Ci will write ten years later, twenty years later, or even fifty years later?
Tian Xingli squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Song Ci.
He has always disliked Song poetry, starting from the two original Song poems "The Hairpin Phoenix".
At this moment, I saw that the author of this song "Xiajiangling" was actually a Song Dynasty poet.
He felt that his face was slightly heated.
After all, I have expressed my disdain for Song Ci's works more than once on the forum.
But just now, he seemed to have appeared in a poem that praised some Song lyrics?
Oh shit.
Song Ci stood on the stage with a smile amidst the cheers of the crowd and the cheers of the crowd behind him.
First he said hello to everyone, and then hugged Bai Yishan.
He held up the microphone and said: "Thank you everyone for liking my work. I am here today mainly to appreciate everyone's 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, Song Ci friends have written several masterpieces, including today's song "Going to Jiangling". Everyone, look Let’s see if there’s anything you want to share with the kids!”
The noise from the crowd suddenly became louder.
Then Bai Yishan directly regarded himself as the host, and aimed at the person in the front row who was making the most noise, preparing to call his name and let him ask questions to Song Ci.
Tian Xingli saw that things were getting a little outrageous, so he quickly stopped Bai Yishan's next move: "Old Bai, our stage is reserved for those who want to show off 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 circle of singers. Today we are a grand gathering of ancient poetry and prose!"
Someone in the audience immediately cheered:
"Yes, today is our grand event. Why do you call Song Ci to show up? A singer who has been on the street for so many years suddenly knows how to write poetry. Who knows if your poetry is bought!"
"Hahaha! Brother, you are going too far. The quality of Song Ci's works is very high! I believe that people who can write such works will not sell their hard work!"
"Then who knows! Don't you know that money can make all the difference?!"
Zhang Dongsen also said: "Let's let the next person who wants to show his work come on!"
Song Ci scratched his head, held up the microphone and said, "Actually, before I came here, I wrote an article while sitting on the cruise ship and traveling along the river, but..."
Before he finished explaining Song Ci, Tian Xingli immediately stretched out a big hand and said: "No need to explain. If there is a work, you can just read it out. We all can make our own judgment."
"Yes! What poem did you write again? Hurry up. I give you three minutes. After you finish reading, go back and sing!"
"Hurry up, I haven't read mine yet!"
"I'm looking forward to it. I hope it will be a piece as good as "Yellow Crane Tower"."
Song Ci held the microphone and glanced at Song Hongdou, Tang Shi and others, and received encouraging looks from them.
In fact, what Song Ci wanted to say was that the people present should not understand the article he wrote.
but……
This article is so beautiful.
If I don't read this situation, this scene, this place, wouldn't I be sorry to the audience?
So Song Ci nodded seriously.
Bai Yishan sat back in his seat, and everyone present and in the live broadcast room looked at Song Ci.
Stars twinkled in the night sky.
Song Ci slowly spoke:
"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 to the five lakes, and the wild bushes are controlled to lead Ouyue. The treasures are rich and natural, the dragon's light shines on the ruins of the cow fight; the outstanding people, Xu I'll be on Chen Fan's bed."
Bai Yishan's eyebrows tightened.
This is actually not a poem or a poem, but a parallel prose? !
Tian Xingli changed his sitting position and leaned slightly on the back of the chair.
The first two sentences are quite neatly contrasted.
The general meaning is probably understandable.
Yuan Sizhi jumped up and sat upright.
This guy also writes parallel prose! ?
Yuan Qing's left hand gently tapped on his knee.
It's good to write parallel prose, it will just be able to highlight the child's excellence later.
Zhang Dongsen's breathing became much faster, and only Song Ci remained in his eyes.
Wang Yin took out a small notebook from his bag and prepared to record Song Ci's works.
But when she heard that Song Ci was reading an article, she immediately gave up the idea.
"The time is September, and the sequence belongs to the third autumn. The water is gone, the cold pond is clear, the smoke is condensed, and the mountains are purple at dusk."
Tian Xingli's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
What is this Song Ci doing?
Isn’t it July?
When is it September? ?
Everyone in the audience listened carefully.
The number of barrages in the live broadcast room has begun to increase.
"Wocao! Everyone, get out of the way, Song Ci is starting to show off!"
"I just came in, what happened?!"
"Why can't I understand this article, but it sounds so catchy!?"
“Beautiful article!”
Song Ci stood at the front of the stage.
"The gates of the palace are rushing to the ground, the bells are ringing and the cauldron is the home of the food; the boats are in the water, and the boats are green birds and yellow dragons. The clouds are gone and the rain is falling, and the color is shining brightly in the area. The sunset and the solitary swans are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boats are singing late, The sound echoes on the shore of Pengli; the array of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks off the Hengyang Pond!"
As soon as this sentence came out, there were countless gasps of cold air.
Anyone who can participate in the poetry gathering here has two knowledges in his hands.
But at this moment, when the two sentences "The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color" come out.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at Song Ci on the stage in disbelief.
Tian Xingli's gray beard was trembling slightly at the moment.
His furrowed face was filled with blood and blood surged with excitement, making his face as red as 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 frame, and stared at Song Ci, trying to see clearly every detail of Song Ci who was only a few meters away from him at this moment.
Bai Yishan was so excited that he slapped his thigh hard.
In my mind, the beautiful scene of the solitary duck on the autumn water emerged.
This sentence is not empty talk.
But he had really seen it in front of Prince Teng's Pavilion!
Wang Yin's whole person has fallen into an indescribable madness.
Although she seemed to be still sitting where she was, her whole body was already following Song Ci's article, and her mind was wandering in this world.
Song Ci paused, took half the bottle of water from Tang Shi's hand, took a big sip, and continued to read:
"The sky and the high ground are vastly different. I feel the infinity of the universe. When my joys and sorrows come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. I hope that Chang'an will be at peace under the sun, and my eyes will be in the clouds. The terrain is extremely extreme and the south is deep. The sky pillar is high and the north star is far away. It is difficult to pass the mountain. Yue, whoever feels sorry for those who have lost their way; meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land."
Meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land! !
The ten words fell to the ground with a sonorous force, hitting the hearts of everyone here.
Everyone here has gathered from all over China to participate in this grand event!
These ten words contain endless charm and seem to blow everyone's mind away!
(End of chapter)
