"Moonlight ..... in front of the bed"

"Birds of a Thousand Mountains Fly ......"

Cui Cailiang, the president of the Poetry Association, also lost his color at this time with a deep face.

Cui Cailiang seemed to have a subtitle flashing in front of his eyes,

The few poems that Zhuang Yan just made are presented on it one by one,

In my ears is Zhuang Yan's voice constantly playing back.

Cui Cailiang was stunned, and his body froze in place.

"......"

At this time, among the several judges, I don't know who snorted softly,

woke up all the bewildered people present.

"I knocked him on the meow..... Zhuang Yan: This is ....."

"Damn, is this a poem? It's just a joke!"

Many of the audience members stood up excitedly.

Countless people in front of the TV were stunned by Zhuang Yan's operation.

"What the hell is this.... It's inhumane......"

Imperial Capital,

Sun Yizhou was also shocked,

and Liao Jie glanced at each other,

The heart is full of disbelief,

Big brother, this is not just a poem!

This is a one-sided strength crush!

At this moment, you can see,

When the camera is given to Chen Jie,

Chen Jie's purple face was unobstructed,

At the same time, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

"Old man, tell me, do you have these poems in your old friend's personal poetry collection?"

"Or you can tell me, can you make these poems?"

Zhuang Yan had a little smile on his face,

The bottom of the eyes is as deep as the bottom of a cold mountain spring, with a cold chill,

Several judges on the stage looked at Zhuang Yan's eyes,

The hairs on his body can't help but stand up,

All they felt was a chill rising from their backs.

Zhuang Yan sneered,

But it didn't stop,

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river ......"

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable ......"

"The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters ...... through the ages"

"Old man Chen, I don't know if someone who has always been good at bold poetry can write these poems?"

"I wonder if your old friend who has never met before has this strength?"

scold

sneered,

Zhuang Yan continued,

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny and full of ......"

"The drunkard doesn't mean to drink, but to ......care about the mountains and rivers."

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom...."

One song after another,

Zhuang Yan seems to be tireless,

The mouth does not stop,

Writing poetry is like chattering and blurting it out.

The audience was stunned for a long time in Zhuang Yan's recitation.

After a while,

Finally someone came to their senses,

Regardless of raising the mobile phone to take pictures and videos,

Such a scene is rare to see!

After a few flashes,

Only then did the crowd react,

They took out their mobile phones.

The scene became even more chaotic for a while,

Specially,

At this time, who cares about the messy rules of the scene, can't take pictures and can't videotap?

Such a scene is a rare sight in a hundred years!

Wang Sheng, who originally amazed the Quartet with a song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" on the stage,

At the moment, he is also stunned in place,

When Zhuang Yan reads out a poem,

The amazement and shock in the eyes of everyone present will add one more point,

The light in Cui Cailiang's eyes increased a few points,

At this moment, Cui Cailiang stood up but couldn't help but tremble,

If it weren't for the support of a judge next to him,

It is estimated that it is already unstable.

"Fly to the mountain to find the tower, and hear that the rooster cries and sees the sunrise. is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, and he is at the top by chance. ”

When the last song "Ascending the Flying Peak" is finished,

Zhuang Yan didn't know when he had already walked in front of Chen Jie.

The smile on his face was gone,

Instead of a cold and contemptuous face,

"Huh, plagiarism?"

"Dare to ask Mr. Chen Jie, can you write these poems of mine?"

Only three words,

Everyone seemed to hear the loud slap invisibly,

Every poem is like a big mouth,

slapped Chen Jie's face.

The world is big,

There are no surprises,

To say that the oldest culture in China,

That poetry definitely has to take up a large part,

From ancient times to the present day,

Countless famous poets have made countless masterpieces that have been immortalized for centuries.

Today, there are millions of poems in the Chinese poetry library,

It's all based on little by little accumulation,

Only then does it have today's heritage.

To say that it is powerful,

Those poets in ancient times who could eat a poem for thousands of years are powerful enough, right?

But have you ever seen anyone who has been able to do so in a short period of time,

Like a flower in the mouth, witty words,

Every word is a peerless masterpiece that is proud of the ages?

Whether you understand poetry or not,

At this moment, I have the same thought in my heart,

These dozens of poems written by Zhuang Yan in just a few minutes,

Take out a random song,

Those are books that can be recorded in history and written into textbooks.

"What the hell..... I've seen awesome, I've never seen such awesome....."

"This poem can beat China for thousands of years!"

"My mom...."

The scene was quiet for more than a minute.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Yan on the stage with wide eyes and dumbfounded,

Fans of Zhuang Yan in front of the TV were also dumbfounded,

They never knew that Zhuang Yan had such an amazing skill.

Cui Cailiang walked off the judges' seat excitedly,

Xiao Chen, who was in charge of receiving Zhuang Yan, didn't know when he had stepped onto the stage.

Supporting the trembling Cui Cailiang.

Wang Sheng stood on the stage with a confused face, and the whole person stood there as if he had been under a fixation spell, motionless.

Everyone was dumbfounded,

Zhuang Yan is like opening the Blu-ray version of Gatling,

Suddenly, suddenly, every sentence is a swan song for the ages!

Doesn't this guy even have to think about it?

Xiang Qinyu, who was standing in the background, also looked stupid,

Demented staring at the big screen.

Imperial capital.

"it!"

"What a horse!"

"It's a thousand and ten thousand!"

Sun Yizhou put down the coffee in his hand with a "snap",

Jumped up excitedly!

Liao Jie said with a long mouth,

"Maybe that's genius..... It's so rebellious!"

On the other side,

Wang Guoan looked at TV,

looked at the "it!" jumped up directly from the ancient wooden rattan chair with good color,

"Riding a horse! I have long seen that Chen Jie, a dead old man, is not right-minded!"

"You actually framed a junior on the spot? Good guy! You deserve it! You deserve to be slapped in the face!"

"The horse rider is still an old friend, and a personal poetry collection? This is so nonsense!"

"I have long known that this Zhuang Yan guy is not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect it to be a genius!"

Wang Guoan's face was ruddy,

The heart is surging, and his eyes are full of excitement and strokes his beard, which does not have a few beards,

It was as if it was his own son who was making witty remarks on the stage just now.

I didn't notice the gap between my own son and his opponent at all.

If Cui Cailiang is there, he will definitely take a sip,

Do you also say that people bully juniors?

Didn't you compete with others in areas that others seemed to be "not good at" when you were live streaming PK before?

As a result, I lost a few points!