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Chen Xuansi's words also aroused the admiration of many people present.

This is everyone's demeanor.

It didn't take any advantage of Vice President Lin at all.

Chen Yi: "Father really has the demeanor of everyone in the literary world."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Jiahao held back his smile: "Is Chen Xuansi going to die?"

Liu Lan's face turned red because of holding back her laughter: "Deputy Lin's talent for composing poems is so high that it's outrageous, and he's the only one who can do it in the whole world, at least until now. , only he did it alone.”

Fan Jie, the chairman of the film and television company, who has been in a state of little transparency, couldn't help expressing his opinion at the moment: "Although I don't know the meaning of those songs that will enter the wine in the poetry and literature circles, I also think that if it is a satirical poem, maybe Chen Sixuan can completely defeat Vice President Lin, but if there is any style of poetry, then it is uncertain."

The three of them were talking in low voices, and no fourth person heard them, waiting for the next session.

"Vice Chairman Chen, are you sure you want to play freely?" Lin Shishi continued to put on an embarrassing expression.

He didn't feel embarrassed, but worried that Vice Chairman Chen's heart couldn't take it.

The last person who pretended to be a monster in front of him is still lying in the intensive care unit of Luoyang No. 1 People's Hospital.

"Nonsense, I am the vice chairman of the Zuzhou Association, how can I deceive you, a little baby, with all my promises?"

When Chen Xuansi clarified his position and brought his situation to the best state, his words were always floating.

"Eleventh, don't refuse, just follow my second uncle's wish."

Chen Boguang's tense heart was relieved when he heard any style.

Many of the ancient songs created by Eleven are mixed with good quality poems.

It is enough to show that Shi Yi's poems are really good.

Even if he loses to Chen Xuansi, it won't be too ugly.

"Stop pretending, you're a guy in your early twenties, even if you lose to Vice Chairman Chen, you won't be too embarrassing."

Hu Gao fanned the flames there: "After all, you are majoring in music. Even if you are talented in poetry, you still have a long way to go. It is an honor for you to lose in the hands of Vice Chairman Chen today."

"That kid will be disrespectful." Lin Shiyi first pretended to pace back and forth.

When he walked a hundred steps, he stopped and faced Chen Xuansi.

"Hmph, I started composing poems after a hundred steps, so I don't think the quality will be very good." Hu Gao snorted softly.

People compose impromptu poems within [-] steps, most of them are around [-] steps.

This kid took a hundred steps when he came up.

"A thousand trees are blooming at night in the east wind. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain. The carves of BMWs fill the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

"Moth's snow willow golden thread. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. When I look back, the man is there, where the lights are dim."

After reading this poem, Lin Shishi stared at Chen Xuansi with piercing eyes, and found that the other party's expression froze instantly.

The wine in the glass suddenly tasted bad.

The one who reacted the most was Liu Lan. He said in shock: "Some lyrics of the previous song "Thousand Baidu" came from this poem. Ah, what a loss, the copyright of this song has been given to the Ministry of Education!"

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place." Even Zhang Jiahao was thinking about it.

Even Chen Boguang was like this. He was thinking about how he seemed to be describing a woman, and suddenly turned around and found her in a place where the lights were dimmed.

Could it be that Eleven has a sweetheart?

and many more!

Suddenly, Lin Shishi's eyes fell on Chen Boguang, and the latter thought to himself: "Why did the poem after reading the poem on Shishi rest on me? Could it be... I am his sweetheart, and this poem describes me. ?”

That's right, that's it!

After a brainstorm, Chen Boguang lowered his head, not daring to meet Lin Shiyi's eyes.

It turned out that his status in Eleven's heart was so high.

Ten seconds later, all the guests present were immersed in the charm of this poem.

"Guang'er has a really good eye." Wen Liangru's aunt laughed even harder: "We have to keep him at home for supper tonight."

"As far as he is responsible, this kind of friend should be a close friend." Dashuai Chen also showed a satisfied smile.

Zhang Jiahao couldn't express his inner excitement at this moment: "Xiao Lin, does this poem have a name?"

"Yes." Lin Shiyi nodded lightly, and replied, ""Sapphire Case? Yuan Xi"."

On Tang Zhendong's side, the hand holding the wine glass was trembling, and he yelled at the person beside him, "Tell you to keep your bloody drinking, I can't even hold a wine glass steadily."

The vice president of the Zuzhou Literature Association on the side looked confused: "??"

Chen Xuansi's gloomy face became more and more serious, and he didn't speak, which is enough to prove his evaluation of this poem.

Without further hesitation, Lin Shixi continued to pace back and forth.

When he walked thirty steps, he stopped, looked up, put his hands behind his back, and shouted: "The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring grass and trees."

"When I feel the time, the flowers splash tears, and the bird hates the farewell."

"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."

"The bald head scratches shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."

boom!

After reading this poem, Chen Xuansi stood up in shock and stared at Lin Shishi with eyes full of deep meaning.

It is hard to imagine that at his age, he can write such excellent poems.

Even he, the vice chairman, who climbed up by poetry, did not have that level of writing this poem.

He began to regret letting the opponent make three moves.

That kid is completely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Let others do three tricks, isn't it a dead end?

"Okay, what a country is broken!" Zhang Jiahao rushed to Lin Shiyi, excitedly held the latter's hand and asked, "What's the name of this poem?"

""Spring Hope"."

"Chun Wang...Chun Wang..." Zhang Jiahao didn't let go, and immediately asked: "Xiao Lin, can you include this poem and the one just now in our Hanzhou literary world? This will be your masterpiece in the future."

"Yes." Lin Shixi cherished words like gold.

Seeing Zhang Jiahao's actions, Chen Xuansi felt as uncomfortable as eating rat feces.

The quality of these two poems is extremely high, and he originally planned to grab them, and it would be best to include them in the Zuzhou literary world.

However, this occasion is not suitable for grabbing.

"Vice Chairman Chen, the third chief is here." Lin Shiyi turned his back to everyone, except Chen Xuansi.

He paced around in place, and when he walked twenty steps, he opened his mouth slightly and read out under the nervous gaze of everyone: "The ancients are not seen before, and the comers are not seen in the future."

"When I think about the long distance between the world and the earth, I feel so sad and weep!"

hum!

Chen Xuansi couldn't sit still, and almost collapsed on the ground, because the wine glass fell to the ground, making a clear and shattering sound, which made the ears of the guests buzzing in shock.

Even people who don't understand poetry can understand the meaning of this poem.

"I don't see the ancients... I don't see the coming..." Tang Zhendong drank alone there.

He had never been so shocked.

Three poems in a row made my whole body go numb.

And it came from the same person.

They are here to slap your face, how could it be like this?

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, drinking wine is like eating shit, I can't even stand up!"

Tang Zhendong really wanted to kick him over.

The vice president of the Zuzhou Literature Association is Xu Zixiang. He is so dazed now that he hasn't drunk at all.

Inexplicably, he took the blame.