Only ten minutes have passed, and Lu Yifan opened his mouth to have two lines of poetry!

And...... How do these two lines of poetry give people goosebumps......?

At this time, Lu Yifan closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and had already entered the state of recitation:

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be a tall building for this.

Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

All of them want to fly with great joy and want to go to the blue sky to see the bright moon. ”

After this poem was sung, it was originally a poem of pride and ambition, but it seemed even more lonely.

Lu Yifan raised his head slightly, let out a long sigh with empty eyes and didn't know where to look, and then chanted:

"Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful. ”

The verses of the point title are finally out!

All the people, as if they had been shot in the heart, were hit by the loneliness brought by this poem, and they were powerless.

It was as if he had drawn a sword to cut water, and instead of being cut off, the water flowed more rapidly.

I raised my glass and drank bitterly, hoping to use it to dispel my worries, but instead I became more worried.

What loneliness, what loneliness!

That handsome little boy is like an ancient tomb that has existed for thousands of years at this moment, telling the loneliness that no one cares about and no one cares about.

For this poem, many little girls have a different understanding than boys.

They think of the pain when they fell out of love, the kind of loneliness that goes to their bones and lingers, and sometimes it makes them want to get drunk and rest.

Some people even actually do it.

But when I got drunk, I found that it was indeed "raising a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow", and after drinking, I didn't care about you, a drunkard like mud, and how much pain you had in your heart.

After a long pause of two seconds, Lu Yifan opened his eyes and softened his gaze, and slowly read out the last sentence: "Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty scattered flat boats." ”

In the last line of the poem, Lu Yifan's voice was very light.

The sound fluttered in the Great Hall, empty and lonely, like a knife, harvesting the hearts of all those who were depressed in their chests.

Draw the knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing?

Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow?

As soon as Lu Yifan's poem was read, the goosebumps of everyone present seemed to explode!

In an instant, I got up!

As soon as this poem came out, it shocked the audience again!

Shen Jingbin looked at Lu Yifan's eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and kept wailing (harmonious) in his heart: "I'm a mother! What kind of demon is this! How can he make two poems in a row that are so earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods!"

How the hell is this going to keep us alive!"

Liang Yifeng had completely lost the mind to look around at the scenery at this moment, and just exclaimed: "Such a good poem!

Did Brother Yifan really do it on the spot?

I'm a god!

I'm a Buddha!

I drop Allah, Guanyin, Zeus, Apollo!"

"Will Enter the Wine" was made on the spot, and this poem was also improvised by cramming?

How could it be!

How did this Lu Yifan's head grow?

He Wen looked at Lu Yifan with an extremely red face, and her eyes were already full of autumn waves, and she couldn't wait to do that happy thing with this extraordinary and handsome man immediately!

The person is drunk without drinking......

Cui Xianghong gritted her teeth, with the same expression on her face as if she had died of her own mother, and the horror in her heart even surpassed the shock!

Your sister, why are you so rebellious and still come to our Handong Poetry Association diss old lady!

How can the old lady end up now!

There was silence at the scene, and even Cui Xianghong's face showed a frightened expression.

To make a poem that is enough to be passed down through the ages, it may be said that Lu Yifan was inspired for a moment and made it by luck, but to make two poems, it can only be said that this person is talented, and he is a person who really has great talent and great poetry!

The excited He Wen said loudly: "Xiaofan's poem, in terms of artistic conception and technique, is on par with the previous one. However, please note that this poem was written under the premise of the word 'wine'. And in addition to the inscription sentence 'raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow', the whole poem does not even have a single word of wine.

The same is true of Xiaofan's first round of Yongmei poems. I don't believe such a clever poem, and some people dare to say that this round is not won by Lu Yifan!"

The proud expression appeared on the face of Hewen, a beautiful teacher, completely undisguised.

She is already obsessed with literature, and she is completely proud of Lu Yifan at the moment.

She bets that even the old professor of the Department of Ancient Literature Studies at Peking University would never be able to make such a fascinating poem!

The talented women at the scene originally looked down on Lu Yifan, but after several rounds of competition, everyone was unconsciously impressed by this young but talented talent.

Shen Jingbin, who was extremely arrogant just now, didn't even dare to say a word at the moment, and directly stabbed behind the crowd, afraid that Lu Yifan would disses him.

Liang Yifeng was downright and generous, walked up to Lu Yifan, and said respectfully and humbly: "Teacher Lu, the students are happy and convinced!"

Although Chen Haoxue didn't say anything, he knew by looking at his expression that he had no tricks.

Lu Yifan looked around for a week, and when he saw that no one refuted He Wen's words, he still said with an arrogant expression and a smile: "Who else is not convinced !!?"

The students of the Poetry Association looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and fight.

Who is not convinced?

Who dares to disagree!

Lu Yifan's poems can be used as a model if you take out a random sentence, if you are not convinced, people want you to compose poems, and it is not shameful for you to make a bad poem.

Cui Xianghong felt that relying on students was really unreliable, and from the expressions of these students, she could see that they seemed to have begun to fall towards Lu Yifan.

However, at this moment, Lu Yifan walked up to Cui Xianghong and said teasingly: "What's the matter? Xiaohong, it seems that I won, right?"

The corners of Cui Xianghong's mouth twitched, and he couldn't wait to give the young man in front of him a beating!

It's a pity that she didn't dare, and she couldn't beat Lu Yifan.

"Well, you win. Cui Xianghong said weakly.

"Hey, don't! Don't mind! Don't count me as winning! We have to make this clear in front of so many talented people and talented women in Handong!"

As he spoke, Lu Yifan grabbed Cui Xianghong's arm with both hands like iron tongs, pulled her forward, and said loudly: "You made it clear to Lao Tzu in front of everyone!"

Did you win by strength, or did you win by your mercy?"

With this grab, Cui Xianghong only felt that his arms were about to be scratched!

She grinned in pain, and her crotch was wet!

Cui Xianghong dared to say a word, and immediately said, "Yes...... You win by strength! It is strength...... Strength!"

"Well, that's pretty much it!

Oh, Xiaohong, why are you peeing your pants? Even if you have only learned as a teacher, you don't have to be scared like this, right?" Lu Yifan pretended to be surprised.

(End of chapter)