Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

"The next thing I'm going to do is a seven-character verse."

Hearing the words of the seven-character verse, the audience at the venue and the audience in front of the TV all got smart and stared at An Zhiruosu with all their energy.

"When Will the Moon Come" is indeed slightly better than "Jinse", but the two are different after all.

One is words and the other is poetry, so there is no way to really say who is good or who is bad.

But now An Zhiruosu actually wants to write a seven-character verse, the same seven-character verse as "Jinse".

Then there is a comparison!

The entire venue was silent, only heavy breathing remained.

An Zhiruosu on the stage spoke slowly, the speed of chanting was still not fast but it was very emotional.

"This seven-character verse, call the name..."

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Chapter 39 "Climbing the Heights", Shocking Taste

"This seven-character verse, called..."Climbing the High""

An Zhiruosu on the stage spoke slowly, the speed of chanting was still not fast but it was very emotional.

"Climb"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

Poetry falls.

All the audience at the scene were all horrified!

On the stage, Van der Li with a goatee was full of solemnity and admiration on his face.

Fan Deli no longer has the airs and posture of a so-called poet master. At this moment, Fan Deli feels that in front of this masked poet, he is like a primary school student!

The masked poet is happy to live, even wearing a black mask can't hide his pale face and the trembling look in his eyes.

An Zhiruosu's "Climbing the High" has already made him feel the trembling of his soul.

Le Dongren knew that he was finished.All his excuses just now can only be a joke in the end, he will fall from the peak to underestimate, and he will be deeply underestimated.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

There is no such thing as an explosion in the poetry conference.

But when the poem fell, the three instructors patted the table with their palms.

Then, each mentor raised the sign in his hand.

One hundred and fifty!

One hundred and fifty!

One hundred and fifty!

There was no evaluation at all, and the three of them all scored a high score of 150 points.

Jiang Yong's hair was almost standing on end, and his eyes were even more radiant:

"It's so classic, so classic!"

"It's such a windy sky, the sky is high and the ape is mourning, it's such a boundless falling tree, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in!"

"There is not a single sentence in this poem that is not a classic, and there is not a single sentence that is not the essence!"

"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The waves and magnificence perfectly express the scene in the picture, and it is more shocking and stronger than the picture in the picture."

Luo Bin also trembled with excitement:

"The language of this poem is refined, and the whole text is antithetical, and one or two sentences still have a correct sentence."

"Among them, the sky, the wind, the sand, the bamboo, the roar of the ape, and the flight of the bird are all created in heaven and earth, and they are naturally paired. Not only are the upper and lower sentences correct, but there are also self-aligned pairs within the sentence, such as the pair of "sky" with "wind" and "high" in the previous sentence. "Urgent"; the next sentence, "sha" versus "Zhu", "white" versus "clear", reads with a sense of rhythm. After the poet's artistic refinement, the fourteen characters are precise and appropriate, and none of them are pretentious. Remarks, "Thank you for the ax and chisel", and reached a wonderful and indescribable realm."

"At a rough glance, the beginning and the end seem to be 'not right', and the chest and abdomen seem to be 'unintentional to be right'. After careful consideration, 'in an article, every sentence is in order, and in a sentence, every word is in order'. Not only 'the whole The article can be done', and 'using sentences and words', 'all ancient and modern people will dare not speak, and must not speak'. It can win the 'excellent work'"

"This poem's mastery of language and rhythm has reached the level of perfection. I can be sure from this poem alone that no one in the whole world can even write such a classic poem!"

Su Yuqi's breathing was a little panting. She said: "After listening to this poem, I can't explain why. I have a feeling of sadness. From the description of the scenery at the beginning, including the words such as Xiao Xiaoxia, I have already felt That kind of sadness."

"And when the following two sentences came out, I seemed to see a sad poet who was old and sick and living in a foreign country. It may be the reason why I am too sensitive to emotions, but this poem has a great impact on emotions. Expressing it really made me feel sad."

"This poem is so good, it makes my soul tremble."

Su Yuqi commented, and at the same time, she looked at the man on the stage with a black mask and the pair of plain eyes above the mask.

Su Yuqi was suddenly a little dazed.

An Zhiruosu, a poet who has the same eyes as Li Ang and is also extremely good at poetry.

No.

To be precise, An Zhiruosu has surpassed Li An.

An Zhiruosu was too strong, he made "When Will the Bright Moon Come" in three seconds, and "Climbing the High" in three seconds.His accomplishments in poetry are probably only comparable to Du Bai or Qu Yuan who was a thousand years ago.

Or a little more exaggerated.

After the precipitation of time and the accumulation of knowledge, this An Zhiruosu has even surpassed the ancients.

It is unknown whether anyone can surpass him in the future, but what is certain now is that no one in the world can compare with him in terms of poetry attainments.