Chapter 215: The Idol Burden Falls to the Ground
"Katsuri Seeks Fangsurabaya"
"Boundless Scenery is New for a Time"
"Waiting for leisure to know the east wind"
"Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring"
In less than ten minutes,
Wang Guoan picked up a piece of paper,
The ink of the brush on the paper is not dry,
The handwriting is heroic.
Wang Guo'an held up the paper and read it in his mouth,
After reading the poem,
He said,
"Yesterday I believe everyone had an unforgettable New Year's Eve, today we ushered in the new year, the beginning of the year in spring, last year's winter has gradually faded, in the near future we will welcome spring, so, contemptible people here to write a song "Spring", to the majority of netizens in front of the screen. ”
After saying this, Wang Guoan just quietly hung the poem in his hand in front of the camera,
So that the camera can clearly shoot his new work.
The audience in the two live broadcast rooms was amazed by this poem,
"I'll go, the writer deserves to be a writer! I deserve to be the former tutor of the Chinese Poetry Association, and this shot is not easy!"
"Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. Good poetry!
"The word Xunfang was chosen to name the theme, and the following three sentences are used to describe what Xunfang has seen, and a sentence of thousands of purples and thousands of reds is always spring to present the most gorgeous scene of spring in front of the reader, which is indeed a must!"
"Wang Lao's fame is not for nothing! People are really powerful, and such poems are very distinctive!"
"Zhuang Yan is hanging! Wang Lao is serious at first glance!"
At this time, many fans have already decided in their hearts that Zhuang Yan is definitely not comparable to Wang Guoan.
After all, the poem that Wang Guo'an took out is already an excellent verse,
If you don't have a dozen or twenty years of study skills,
How is it possible to have such a deep lyric writing skill?
In everyone's hearts, Zhuang Yan is very talented in writing songs,
Talent is also a must,
But in terms of poetry, the public is biased towards Wang Guoan, who once served as a mentor of the authoritative association.
There are also many viewers who have suggested that Zhuang Yan admit defeat directly.
When Zhao Feng saw the poem written by Wang Guo'an,
There was also a bit of amazement in his eyes,
He wasn't a man of letters, but the poem does look good.
Seeing that the wind in the live broadcast room has fallen to Wang Guoan's side,
Zhao Feng smiled,
He wants to see how this Zhuang Yan chooses,
Whether to take the initiative to admit defeat or bite the bullet.
Anyway, no matter what choice he has in his heart,
Zhuang Yan is all lost.
At this point,
Huaguo Haicheng area,
An old man with white hair touched his white beard and smiled,
"Wang Guoan, this old guy, isn't it just to entertain the juniors? Is it necessary to be so serious?"
"This old naughty boy is really, he doesn't give any face in front of the juniors!"
"But this old guy's song "Spring Day" tonight is really good! This word has also been improved, no! Later, when he goes off the air, I have to ask him to mail me the pair of words in his hand!"
Sitting in front of the computer, this white-haired "old" guy who is only forty-seven years old,
It is the current president of the Chinese Poetry Association---- Cui Cailiang.
This guy is also a weirdo,
At the age of forty-seven,
but deliberately pretended to be old,
I made myself look like I was fifty or sixty years old.
When Zhuang Yan saw Wang Guoan's poem, he couldn't help but secretly praise it.
After Wang Guoan's poems were displayed, it was time for Zhuang Yan to perform,
Zhuang Yan scratched his head and smiled,
"Mr. Wang's poems are really good! I guess I won't be able to catch up with them for more than ten or twenty years!"
After Zhuang Yan finished saying this,
A group of netizens thought he was going to give up,
As a result, the next sentence directly made everyone dumbfounded,
"But since the words have been spoken, then I can't break my promise that I will write a poem for you. ”
"My life motto is: A man can't say no at any time!"
"Since Mr. Wang wrote the theme of spring, then I will use the theme of New Year's Day!"
"It's just...... I'm just going to read it out!"
Fans: Poof!
Brother, your idol baggage has fallen to the ground!
However, why don't they hate such Zhuang Yan?
Is this the spirit of going forward despite difficulties?
"Ahem!"
"I'm going to start!"
Zhuang Yan moistened his throat with a gesture,
Here, Wang Guoan also took a sip of tea,
He wanted to see how good the boy was at poetry.
Zhao Feng also crossed Erlang's legs, waiting to see Zhuang Yan's joke.
Cui Cailiang also took a sip of the old dragon well, smiling, he only hoped that this junior would not be destroyed too miserably under the hands of the old man Wang Guoan!
But Wang Guoan, this old guy is too,
I heard that this young man is still in the entertainment industry,
If you let people not get off the stage in front of their fans,
How will people mix in the entertainment industry in the future?
Zhuang Yan coughed twice,
Bite!
Unlock advanced poetry skills!
As soon as he turned on the skill, Zhuang Yan felt that his head was clear!
Poetry comes directly from the mouth,
"One year old in the sound of firecrackers,"
"The spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. ”
"Thousands of households,"
"Always exchange the new peach for the old one. ”
Rumble!
As soon as the voice landed,
No one reacted.
Zhuang Yan's poems are so casual?
And so fast?
Verses come as they say?
it!
Speed!
After savoring the verses,
Everyone was stunned,
This poem was written in less than two minutes!
It's so amazing!
On this first day,
It depicts the scene of the Spring Festival removing the old and welcoming the new.
Anyone who has read a few years can understand,
The poem depicts the ancient greeting of the New Year.
The sound of discussion and praise in the live broadcast room exploded instantly,
"Fuck you! Zhuang Yan, why don't you write poems seriously? Can you give us some face? It only took less than two minutes to compose a poem?"
Who would have thought that this poem was improvised!"
The artistic conception and reality expressed in this poem are all full of joy and positive spirit!"
"The last sentence of this poem: always replacing the old peach with the old charm not only writes the scene of the ancient Spring Festival, but also has another meaning!
"The whole poem uses the technique of white drawing, which not only exaggerates the festive atmosphere of joy, but also entrusts his thoughts through the custom of the renewal of the Yuan Day!
"Zhuang Yan can actually write poems! My mother! I have discovered another skill of Zhuang Yan!"
"I can write songs, I can sing, I can work, I can dance, I can play musical instruments, I can act! I have money! Now I have one more who can write poetry!"
"Damn! Absolutely! I've decided! In the future, when I look for a partner, I will find it according to Zhuang Yan's standards!"
"Upstairs may be single for the rest of your life......"
The live broadcast rooms on both sides were boiling together.
After Wang Guo'an listened to Zhuang Yannian's poem,
The whole person was stunned,
I was stunned for two minutes,
Repeating Zhuang Yan's poems in a whisper,
I didn't react for a long time.