Your sister's!

Four more sentences!

And every sentence makes people fall goosebumps to the ground layer by layer!

"It's a long life! The old man wants to go to heaven!"

"How many sentences are there, and how do I feel that it's not over yet?"

"The earth can't stop Old Man Nima anymore!"

"Dongjie Shixian is really not in vain!"

Cui Xianghong's blood bottle hanging at the moment is swaying!

Vaguely, she wanted to vomit blood again!

Please!

I beg you!

Don't have it anymore!

Besides, where does the old lady's face go?

God Bodhisattva Buddha Lord!

I'll forget it if you play to death!

Why is this old man so awesome!

The poems are endless!

At this time, Lu Nima looked around, and there was one at the bottom, and they all looked at him with shocked expressions!

It's like a fantasy!

Cui Xianghong saw that Lu Nyima had stopped, and hurriedly said, "You...... Done?"

"Do you think I'm done?" Lunyima chuckled.

"Huh...... Read...... Let's finish reading......" Cui Xianghong smiled with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Hee-hee, I'm sorry, it's still early!"

Lu Nima's cheap grin made Cui Xianghong's heart suffer 10,000 critical damage again!

"Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned. ”

"it!"

"Help! What did I hear? Is this the reincarnation of the poet saint, the poet immortal descended to earth?"

"I was wrong just now, the universe can't stop the old man! he's going to rush to the galaxy!"

"Do you guess there's more?"

"There can't be any more! It's twelve long sentences!"

"The four long sentences are already at the level of the national writers, and this old man has surpassed the national writers by three times! I don't think it's possible. ”

Just when everyone and Cui Xianghong thought that Lu Nyima had finished reading......

"At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. ”

"I ...... I can't do it......"

"There are still ......"

"Oh my God!!"

"It's going to be over this time, right?"

"It should be over. ”

"Don't you dare to have it again! If you have any more, you will really become an immortal!"

Cui Xianghong looked at Lu Nyima pitifully with extremely desolate eyes at the moment.

It's like saying, please don't do it, old man!

I don't want to lose face?

I made four long sentences, and I was proud to go to heaven!

You're good, especially fourteen long sentences, just open your mouth!

And every sentence is a classic, every sentence is awesome!

This is so special, my face is about to be swollen, there is wood!

"Last night's idle pool dream fell into flowers, and the poor spring didn't return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

After reading the last four long sentences, Lu Nima crossed Erlang's legs, lowered his head and began to drink tea.

Thunder Tiger: "......"

Wu Sheng: "......"

Liu Shengnan: "......"

The presidents of the poetry associations of other provinces are counted as one, and they can't say a word!

Cui Xianghong lay straight on the chair, like Ge You lying down, with a loveless expression.

I...... my Nyima......

Eighteen sentences!!

Eighteen sentences of my Nyima!

You just beat the old lady to death, and the old lady can't make you a seven-character poem with eighteen long sentences!

You're too wicked and not human, aren't you?

Eighty-three years old is such an age, isn't it good to go back to your nursing home for the elderly?

Why are you playing with me, a young and beautiful sixty-five-year-old girl?

Blue lean shiitake mushroom!!!

I don't feel like I can love anymore!!!

I don't know who took the lead first, but in the originally silent hall, there was once again more enthusiastic applause than just now, no, ten times more enthusiastic!

The writers one by one looked at Lu Nyima as if they were looking at everyone they had admired for a long time!

Those hands were red and swollen, but they didn't know to stop!

As if otherwise, it was not enough to prove their admiration for Lunyma!

Lei Laohu clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "The poem in the poem, the pinnacle of the peak!

Wu Sheng couldn't help nodding and said: "It's lonely, it's for everyone! This article alone, it's not an exaggeration for Old Man Nima to be elected vice president of the National Association!"

Tian Duoduo, president of the Tianyuan Provincial Poetry Association, couldn't help but ask: "Old man, what is your poem called?"

Lu Nyima looked at him and said with a smile: "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night." ”

"Wonderful! The title of the psalm is fascinating. Spring, river, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most touching beauty of life, and constitute a wonderful artistic realm that is tempting to explore.

Old man, no wonder you dare to launch a halberd against Cui Xianghong.

If I have half your level, I dare to challenge even Teacher Hezi!" Tian Duoduo said excitedly.

This poem is a classic, and every sentence is full of charm!

The whole poem is written closely related to the background of spring, river, flowers, moon and night, and the moon is the main body. "Moon" is a scene in the poem, it beats the poet's pulse, in the whole poem is like a life bond, through the top and bottom, touching the gods, the poetry with the birth and fall of the moon and ups and downs. The moon went through the process of rising overnight, hanging high, setting in the west. Under the illumination of the moon, the river, the beach, the sky, the wilderness, the maple tree, the flower forest, the flying frost, the white go, the flat boat, the high-rise building, the mirror platform, the anvil, the flying wild goose, the diving fish and dragon, the sleepless woman and the wandering wanderer, constitute a complete poetic image, showing a picture full of life philosophy and life interest. This painting is light and strong in tone, although it is sketched with ink, but "ink is colorful", from the black and white complementary, virtual and real life show a brilliant and colorful artistic effect, just like an elegant Chinese ink painting, reflecting the beauty of the artistic conception of the moonlit night of the spring river.

Anyway, in the hall, the presidents of poetry associations from all over the country were already shocked!

When I looked at this old man again, all of them had extremely awe-inspiring eyes.

This cliff is a big man in the poetry world!

No wonder people dare to speak outrageously as soon as they appear!

Feelings are arrogant!

Ten minutes!

The applause lasted ten minutes before it fell!

"Lunima!"

"Lunima!"

"Lunima!"

"Lunima!"

Then, shouts rang out in unison.

Many people couldn't stop calling Lu Nima's name again, applauding his talent and learning, and calling him crazy!

"Poof~~~~"

Cui Xianghong was already weak at this time, and he was made to squirt blood again by everyone's shouts!

"Cui, if you can't do it, let's get into the ambulance quickly, don't give up the treatment!" Lu Nima smiled cheaply again.