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In his own eyes, the current himself is completely possessed by "Poetry Immortal" Taibai.

Everyone looked at the young man on the stage with strange expressions. He composed poetry after drinking. Did he really have some inspiration or was it just for pretending?

Wang Tianlai in the front row had a very ugly expression on his face, just now he managed to put the incident on the surface, but he didn't expect that his "good grandson" would come up to give him eye drops.

If it turns out that he did a good job in this poem, that's all. Maybe everyone will turn a blind eye to his recklessness because of his talent, but if he comes up with a piece of crap later on.

I am afraid that in the future, Wang Bingcheng's name will disappear from the future training list of Ci School, which will be a fatal blow to Wang Bingcheng.

The mobile phone broadcast live by Cipai moved slowly with Wang Bingcheng's figure.

The face of the person who helped Wang Bingcheng hold the mobile phone was covered with sweat. He saw that the screen of the mobile phone was full of scolding Wang Bingcheng.

"Who is this idiot? I want to see Chen Feng."

"He doesn't think he's handsome, does he?"

"This person seems to be from the Poetry Association, what's his name?"

"Wang Tianlai's grandson, Wang Bingcheng."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, this is the SB, who pretends to be a person every day. It turns out that he is from our school."

"Me too. I heard that he often touched the thighs of other little girls when he was in school."

"I knock, so much black material?"

......

Wang Bingcheng closed his eyes hard, and took out a folding fan from nowhere.

With a puff, he shook it off forcefully.

"The song "Little Heavy Mountain" is a shame."

The audience exclaimed that the title of "Xiao Chongshan" is rare now, and most of the current poets like to use "Like a Dream", "Butterfly Love Flower", "Huanxisha", "Niannujiao", "Qinyuanchun" and so on. .And the title of "Little Heavy Mountain" has not appeared for a long, long time.

According to legend, this is an ancient man who had a beloved concubine who was as beautiful as a flower and endowed with poetry, but the monarch took it away.As a minister, the ancient man had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and wrote a song "Little Heavy Mountain".Once the tune was sung, it was very sad and eerie. After listening to it, the concubine died of depression.

The concubine is gone, but the little heavy mountain tune that came because of her is gradually being remembered forever by people.Later generations even called "Little Heavy Mountain" a synonym for miserable longing.

Next, Wang Bingcheng stood on the stage and read out his own words "chicly and freely", sad and long, depressed...

It has to be said that Wang Bingcheng is a talented man. Even though Wang Tianlai was very unhappy with Wang Bingcheng's actions, he still seriously evaluated his words in his heart and gave his own opinions.

In any case, Wang Bingcheng is his grandson and the successor of his own family, so he can't treat outsiders instead of his grandson.

The audience's praise for Wang Bingcheng's words is much higher than dislike, and they will not be stingy with their praise for talented people.

Looking at Chen Feng again, he was still knocking on melon seeds.

"Brother Chen, I see that you have been eating. Now it's time for you to write lyrics. Judging from your accumulation of poetry just now, you must have good works. Everyone in the audience is also expecting you to say a few words."

Indeed, everyone in the hall is looking forward to Chen Feng's lyrics, and they all appreciate Chen Feng's lack of arrogance or impetuosity.

Nangong Yuping looked at Chen Feng expectantly.

Talented and humble, she has always been very accurate in judging people, otherwise she would not acquiesce in her daughter and Chen Feng being so close again.

"Xiao Chen, it's okay. If you have inspiration, come here. If you don't have inspiration, let's ignore them."

As soon as Nangong Yuping finished speaking, Wang Tianlai took over the words and said, "Nangong, Chen Xiaoyou must have his own ideas. Young people are aggressive, so let's not stop them."

Wang Tianlai was about to argue with Nangong Yuping, but Chen Feng stood up at this moment, shaking his hands, and cleaned the melon seeds on his hands.

"I don't know how to write lyrics, and you all know that, but if you insist on letting me write, then I will continue to write a paragraph."

Chen Feng's words instantly made Wang Bingcheng's arrogant expression a little awkward.

The people, poets and poets in the hall were also ashamed.

That's right, Chen Feng is a singer, not a literati who is deeply involved in poetry.

But Chen Feng's background is too great. As a young singer who has never been the same for a while, his success is so fast that these literati who are not in the same industry as Chen Feng feel jealous.

But what Chen Feng said now, he slapped Wang Bingcheng in the face again. The descendants of Mr. Linchuan repeatedly forced a singer in the entertainment circle to compare him to him in writing lyrics, just like an adult who insists on being with a primary school student. It's like fighting in the arena.

Even, this adult is not ashamed, but proud.

Chen Feng strode up to the stage.

The stage is too familiar to him, no matter what stage it is, as long as he comes here, he will be as dazzling as a born king.

Tall and handsome, he immediately compared Wang Bingcheng, who boasted of being suave and suave, to the side.

The live broadcast on the mobile phone was still going on. During the period, everyone was calling for friends. Everyone wanted to see if Chen Feng's literary talent was as evil as rumored on the Internet.

Although the songwriters on those songs were all written by Chen Feng, everyone still had doubts about it.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes from thick to light, and the peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup."

"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you, the smoke from the kitchen is rising, thousands of miles across the river."

"Silent when you shouldn't be silent, weak when you should be brave."

"The paper airplane of my childhood is finally back in my hands."

"The love between seabirds and fish is just an accident."

"The azure coral sea, the moment you miss it pales."

"I still remember, you said that home is the only castle, keep running along the Daoxiang River, smile slightly, I know the dream when I was a child."

"See how the snow ages, how my eyes melt."

"The evening star is like your eyes. Kill and set fire. You don't have to say anything. The wild wind disturbs me."

......

Thinking of Chen Feng, these popular lyrics will come to people's minds.

Although these lyrics are not poems, the writing techniques contained in them, as well as the artistic conception and emotions that convey people, are almost no different from modern prose poems.

This makes people feel that he is too powerful, so powerful that people feel unreal, but there is no evidence to prove that these are fake.

But now, there is an opportunity to test whether he really has such a talent, and those who are skeptical, how could they let it go.

......

Chapter 157 Little Heavy Mountain

At this moment, the arena was extremely silent, and everyone was looking at the tall and handsome man on the stage.

"It's also a small heavy mountain, but it's a continuation of General Yue's "Little Heavy Mountain"."

Also "Little Heavy Mountain"?

When did such unpopular names bloom everywhere?

Continuing the works of the ancients?

Whether it was the netizens in the hall or the live broadcast room, they were silent.

This is too arrogant.

Don't talk about what the words will be like for a while, but dare to continue to write the famous works of the ancients, which is a great courage.

90.00% of people who are nine, no, it should be 90.00% of people who are nine.[-] can't write well.

Chen Feng also coughed lightly and cleared his throat. He had eaten too many melon seeds at night and his throat was a bit dry.

"Last night the cold crocodile could not stop singing."

"Shocked back to Qianlimeng, it's already three o'clock."

"Get up and walk around the steps alone."

"People quietly, the moon is dim outside the curtain."

"The white head prevents the return journey because of the fame and fame of the old mountain pine and bamboo."

"I want to pay Yaoqin my heart"

"There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?"

When Chen Feng read this, it was all General Yue's words.

It has to be said that General Yue is a very outstanding general in Chinese history, an outstanding strategist and strategist, and one of the few generals who loves poetry. One of the more famous poems.

This poem says that after General Yue was awakened by the chirping of insects in the autumn night, it was already the third watch, and he got up and walked slowly around the steps by himself. the pale moon.

His hair has turned gray and he hasn't regained the lost land yet, and the pine and bamboo trees in his hometown have grown up and grown old. Opposing voices interrupt the rules, and he plays a song with his heart full of thoughts, but there are few bosom friends in the mountains and rivers. Can you hear me?

Everyone can't help but look forward to what will happen to Chen Feng's next sequel.

"The starting point is too high, and it is easy to fall badly."

"It turned out to be this song "Little Heavy Mountain". I thought it would be something like "Qinyuanchun" or "Huanxisha"."

"A poem full of disappointment is completely different from Chen Feng's current situation. Can he continue to write it?"

"You are still worried about whether he can write well. What I am worried about now is whether he can write well."

......

Everyone praised and criticized Chen Feng's choice of words, but they all looked forward to his next words in their hearts.

Chen Feng took a long breath and shook his head lightly.

"In the dream, you cut through thorns and thorns, and the iron clothes clatter."

"It has flowed eastward with the long wind last night."

"The horse outside the city shakes its head and stomps its hooves, and the peng lifts up to look at the cold rain."

"I only sigh the celebration that hangs down from all over the world."

......

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng stepped off the stage and walked out the door.

He really didn't want to stay in this place anymore, there was no one there, he was here to have a meal with Ling Bingyan, but now he didn't have a meal, and let people watch him play monkey on stage for free.

"Teacher Chen!"

Ling Bingyan turned her head and glanced at Nangong Yuping's direction, then followed Chen Feng's direction and went out the door.

In the hall, you can hear even a needle being thrown at the scene.

Although there are only four sentences, each sentence is like General Yue's spear, slashing at everyone's heart.

After a long time, Nangong Yuping looked at Wang Tianlai.

"Is there anything else to say?"

Wang Tianlai leaned on the stool and looked at Wang Bingcheng who was in a daze on the stage with a somewhat sad look.

"Okay... words... the continuation is great."

He can only see the character of the ancient poets in the classics, but he has just experienced it in a young man.

The people in the hall began to appreciate Chen Feng's continuation.

"In the dream, the iron clothes that ride through the thorns and thorns" corresponds to "returning to the dream of thousands of miles".

It is conceivable that in the dream, General Yue in the dream is still on the horse, fighting the enemy and serving the country in order to regain his homeland.

However, such a scene was just a dream last night. After waking up from the dream, the bloody battle on the battlefield "has gone with the long wind last night".

On the surface, it seems to mean waking up from a dream, but in fact it is also a description of Yue Fei's ambition - after the peace talks, he will no longer be able to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy to serve the country, make contributions, and regain lost ground!

With just one sentence, Chen Feng deeply grasped General Yue's helplessness and loss. It seemed that he had returned to the place where Yue Fei was at that time across a thousand years of time and space.

And the sentence "The horse outside the city shakes his head and stamps his hooves, and the peng lifts up to look at the cold rain".It also pointed out the helplessness of General Yue at that time. He obviously still had so many war horses, but he did not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country. Now he can only shake his head and stamp his hooves outside the city, expressing his indignation!And "shaking the head and stomping the hooves" shows that even the horse wants to return to the battlefield, but the emperor only wants to make peace.

This is not just Ma's "head shaking" but also his "head shaking" due to anger and helplessness, which is quite in line with General Yue's "Manjianghong".

Wang Tianlai yelled at Wang Bingcheng on the stage with a cold face: "Get off!"

He took a piece of paper handed over by his assistant, on which was recorded the complete version of the poem that Chen Feng just read.

His eyes were full of cherishment, and at the same time he smiled helplessly at Nangong Yuping: "Chen Xiaoyou is really good, but Bingcheng's skills are not as good as others, so I admit defeat."

Wang Bingcheng still hadn't come to his senses, he came to Wang Tianlai's side, and when he was about to speak, he was slapped by Wang Tianlai.

"Go away, you useless thing, I'm tired of seeing you now."