Wang Sheng is still gentle and elegant,

"Chairman Choi's analysis is perfect, and he can see the thoughts of the juniors at a glance!"

"Exactly!"

Rumble!

The audience was stunned,

Such a song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan",

Even the masterpieces of famous modern poets are inferior!

"Okay!

"Awesome! It's really awesome! Sure enough, he is worthy of being the son of Teacher Wang Guoan!

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, how many front waves have not yet risen and have been slapped to death on the beach by these back waves!"

"Hey, as soon as I make a shot, it's a height that I can't reach in my life! Sure enough, talent is always enviable, exciting, and hateful!"

"I hate it, why don't you give me a few useful talents!"

"Tut-tut, Wang Sheng's "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" is also the best of the best! It seems that this Zhuang Yan is very hung this round!"

Wang Sheng's poem can already be said to be the pinnacle of the best, okay? Looking at the past, there are no more than five people who can make such poems in modern times!"

"That's right, although Zhuang Yan also has a few brushes, but they have reached their peak, what do you compare with others?"

"It feels like this is a massacre....... It's not like ..... at all."

A group of people sighed,

originally thought that this round of competition would be fierce,

After all, in the first two rounds, the strength of these two players is comparable,

But now it seems ....

There is no need to compare at all!

Wang Sheng humbly responded to the praise and questions of several judges,

After some questions,

It's Zhuang Yan's turn to step forward to draw the theme,

At this time,

Everyone felt that there was nothing to look forward to.

Even Cui Cailiang looked at Zhuang Yan again, with a bit of vague pity.

Zhuang Yan didn't feel anything wrong at all,

Still humming a little song in my heart,

Pacing with small steps,

It's easy.

He had to admit,

This Wang Sheng's attainments in poetry,

It's really profound,

Even he wasn't 100% sure.

But it didn't have any impact on Zhuang Yan,

He's not here to win the championship anyway.

Thinking like this,

The Great Silence Incident happened.

"Ding!"

Hearing this familiar voice,

Zhuang Yan's hand stretched into the theme box shook,

"System Mission: Please ask the host to win the champion of the special program of this poetry conference, if you complete the task, you can get a random skill, if the task fails, you will retract the top golden voice skill. ”

"Damn, system, are you serious?"

Zhuang Yan exclaimed in his heart,

Meow's,

This time this punishment mechanism is too perverted!

Actually want to take back his eating skills?

Isn't this a blatant attempt to catch ducks on the shelves - to force him to win?

"Master, you have to believe in yourself. ”

I believe in you, uncle!

Unfold the note in your hand,

Hiss----

The audience gasped,

It's actually a lyrical theme!

Good guy actually bumped into the same theme!

There were a burst of whispers at the scene.

Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhuang Yan for a second.

lose

It's not scary!

There is no shame in it!

But at this moment, being crushed by someone else's top god in the same category!

This will more or less lose face!

Just when everyone felt sorry for Zhuang Yan for a second,

Zhuang Yan blurted out directly,

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone....."

“.... Sell eternal sorrow with you!"

Rumble!

Everyone in the audience was stunned!

From Zhuang Yan's passionate and high-spirited emotional recitation,

Everyone really felt the unruly character emotion in the poem!

Stage

Whether it is Wang Sheng and the host, or several judges on the judges' bench,

Their eyes widened,

The mouth is slightly open.

"Good, good, good......."

saw Cui Cailiang jump up directly from his position in the next second,

The excitement in his eyes can't be concealed in the slightest!

At this moment, Cui Cailiang just kept praising how good he was,

Can't think of any adjectives at all,

That's how everyone in the room is.

"Great! This poem is simply wonderful! The old man has been in the poetry circle for so many years, and he has never seen such a heroic spirit! Emotions are unrestrained! A poem with such a strong appeal!"

"Wonderful! I can't think of any adjectives to comment on this poem!"

The applause at the scene came like a tidal wave,

The applause is non-stop, and the cheers are repeated,

Everyone was impressed by this song "Will Enter the Wine"!

The audience was so shocked that their jaws were about to drop,

"Oh my God! I didn't expect Zhuang Yan's poem "Will Enter the Wine" to be so heroic! Looking at ancient and modern times, there is no poem that can be compared!"

"Oh my mother! If this poem had been placed in ancient times, it would probably have been included in textbooks today!

"I'm grass! Zhuang Yan is too rebellious! Isn't he singing? Who can tell me that writing poems for Mao is so good!?"

"The one in front said that the live broadcast eats xia

G's don't run! I'm going to give you big rockets! I'm going to give you a hundred!"

"There's no comparison to this! Zhuang Yan is completely victorious!"

"Ge Laozi! Sure enough, it is a good time to raise good seedlings, and today's episode of the show is not a loss! This Zhuang Yan and Wang Sheng, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people!"

"Win! win!"

The cheers from the audience intensified.

Wang Sheng, who reacted, smiled bitterly,

This time he really served,

I was really impressed by Zhuang Yan's talent!

now

Everyone looked at Zhuang Yan,

Until this moment,

Everyone in front of the TV clearly understood,

This boy standing on the stage,

How unruly and uninhibited!

"My vote! Vote for Zhuang Yan!"

"Me too!"

"Zhuang Yan!"

Cui Cailiang began,

Several judges voted for Zhuang Yan.

And at this very moment,

The meaning in Chen Jie's eyes is unclear,

Heavy opening,

"I think! Zhuang Yan is not worthy of being the champion of this episode!"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon..... Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop...."

The scene is quiet,

The cheers of the square are gone,

At this time,

Everyone has the same question in their minds,

Why did this judge say that?

What do he mean by that?

Why did he recite this poem by Zhuang Yan again?

The host was also confused, and almost wrote question marks on his face.

Teacher Chen..... What do you say.... What do you mean?"

One of the judges asked.

Chen Jie sneered,

"Zhuang Yan, are the poems "Qingming", "Qinyuan Spring Snow" and "Will Enter the Wine" really written by yourself?"