At this moment, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is embarrassing, but I don't know that the Weibo of the people watching the excitement outside at the moment has exploded.

In this kind of place where poetry meets friends, the word God, your mother, and widow actually appeared, and it was going to make people laugh at that time.

At that time, the spearhead was directly aimed at Liu Zhiyuan, "Such a talent must only be mentioned by our fans of Teacher Liu, hahaha, amazing!"

"That's right, it's just a stroke of genius in a bunch of such high-end and elegant words, I came directly to a widow, I laughed, hahaha, I'm waiting for these people's 'masterpieces', of course, the most anticipated is our teacher Liu!"

"Hey, it's been picked up, hahaha directly put forward this word is our Teacher Liu's fans, and they also directly posted on Weibo that they really want to show our Teacher Liu's unique demeanor At the same time, it is also directly enough to crush everyone's poetry, hahaha, that is to say, this is tailor-made for our Teacher Liu, let's go, this excitement must be seen, I'm going to die of laughter, go quickly!"

......

An Ran obviously didn't expect to directly select this word, and she couldn't help but stir her brows when she read it, but the quality of other professional anchors is different.

The shock was only short-lived, and soon her sweet voice sounded again, "Sure enough, our audience is a Chinese person, and there are many ingenious spectators, the teleprompter is so wide, everyone must be able to think of the excitement of the next fighting poem, right? Then let's not say much? Start now!"

"The first 'cicada'. After An Ran directly reported the question, Xue Wen, who was confident, was the first to stand up.

"Originally, today's poetry meeting is our association's meeting, although there is one more uninvited person, but we can't fall into the reputation of bullying people, right?

"The sound of the cicadas at dusk is falling, the shadow of the silver cicada hangs on the branches, the Huangling Temple is entangled in the water, and the mangroves in Chushan are ......" Xue Wenlang read out the first few words, and Liu Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed at that time.

Isn't this Mao Wenxi's "Linjiang Immortal"? But it was the first few words that made Liu Zhiyuan feel so excited in his heart, and he soon realized that something was wrong.

This poem is not the same as Mao Wenxi's Linjiang Immortal, the original poem is full of comfort and simplicity and charm, and the realm is also broad.

In their time, for this five-pronoun Linjiang Immortal, the famous artist has a very high responsibility, because this poem gives people a sense of washing away the fat and powder, and has the elegant feeling of white clouds and bright moon hanging Xiang'e.

But at this moment, spitting out of Xue Wen's mouth, this song drastically improved the words after it, completely eliminating the finishing touch of this song, not to mention, the whole song gives people a feeling that is greatly reduced.

For example, the first sentence of this poem was, "The sound of the cicadas at dusk is falling in the sun, and the shadow of the silver cicada hangs in Xiaoxiang." ”

"The water side of Huangling Temple is vast, the mangroves of Chushan Mountain, and the smoke and rain are separated from the Tang Dynasty. ”

......

Although Xue Wen's is concise and clear, the charm and lack have completely disappeared, and Liu Zhiyuan can't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

"Good poetry!" "Teacher Xue really deserves to be a master of Master Li Gang's apprenticeship, and he exported it into a poem, let him see that this is the gap. ”

"Awesome, Mr. Xue is worthy of being a member of our association, you are everyone's pride!"

......

After reading a poem, Xue Wen immediately showed pride on his face because of the applause of the whole house, but when he turned his head proudly, he saw Liu Zhiyuan shaking his head.

Suddenly made Xue Wen a little angry, "Hehe, my poem is just so-so, many people outside have a high opinion of Liu Zhiyuan's poems, and they all say that it is a master-level work that has not been encountered in a century, and they sneer...... Come on, I see you're ready, why don't you just come up with a song for everyone to listen to?"

"That's right, Liu Zhiyuan, Teacher Xue on our side has already taken the lead directly, do you want to do a song now? Don't tell everyone now that you can't do it?"

"No, no, I think Mr. Liu Zhiyuan is still very capable, after all, only capable people can be confident, right? Before the show started, Liu Zhiyuan threatened to defeat a group of us!"

What are you saying is believing in Liu Zhiyuan's ability? But forget it, he is simply making up hatred for Liu Zhiyuan.

After all, this was in the live broadcast, except for some passers-by, there were not a few fans of these literati, so as soon as these words came out, some people were angry at that time.

"It's just rampant, just with his two hits, he also deserves it!"

"Teacher Xue has already made poems directly, isn't this Liu Zhiyuan very capable? ”

"That's right, Liu Zhiyuan, you are so kind, you should go directly, go up! Don't be a bad seed, we can all wait!"

...... Because everyone was clamoring so much, An Ran also glanced at Liu Zhiyuan twice.

Hey, Liu Zhiyuan looked at Xue Wen and the others looking in his direction with smugness on their faces, and suddenly he really wanted to laugh, this is the legendary nonsense, right?

You must know that his excellent poetry collection in Greater China is simply like a cow's hair, and any prompter is really densely packed when it comes out, which can be called a classic masterpiece.

He has such a solid foundation, and he doesn't hesitate, so what do Xue Wen and these people think?

Lack of abuse? Don't you just let him just press a group of people to the ground and rub them?

After catching a glimpse of An Ran's gaze, Liu Zhiyuan grinned at people, which obviously meant to reassure An Ran.

"Hurry up Liu Zhiyuan, in your last minute, if you can't make a poem, then you will pass it directly. As he spoke, there was a mockery on his face, and he couldn't cope with the first game, so he still argued with their group of people, which was simply ......

Oh well, here it is!

"The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night. ”

Ooh...... As soon as Liu Zhiyuan's poem came out, a group of people were quiet at that time, including An Ran, you must know that An Ran would look at Liu Zhiyuan with such a gaze just now, and it was really because Liu Zhiyuan was already unable to deal with it.

But as soon as Liu Zhiyuan spoke out at this moment, people knew that people didn't want to bully people because they couldn't do it, and as soon as this poem came out, it made people feel that it was not a level at all!

The old man of the judges originally had a little sad expression on his face, but when he heard this poem at this moment, the whole person was as if he had been blown by the wind in the countryside, and the whole person was shocked and his eyes widened.

Li Gang pursed his lips, a colorless expression hung on his face, he was not a fool, since they were literati, they couldn't distinguish a high or low level for something like this poem, the gap was far away, even Li Gang had to admit that one in the sky and one in the ground was just one sentence, which had already made the beauty of the countryside come to life.

"The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and I listen to the sound of frogs. ”

"Seven or eight o'clock outside the starry sky, two or three o'clock in front of the rain mountain. ”

"In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the road turning the river bridge. ”