Another word!

Before Wu Qingchen could finish appreciating the words in front of him, he had already raised his head and looked at Shen Huan, his heart jumping.

It was just a sip of wine, and he actually chanted another word! And from what he heard from his ears, this was by no means some shoddy limerick poem, he only felt wonderful for a while, and the deep meaning still needed to be studied carefully, and he tasted it slowly, but Shen Huan didn't leave him time.

When Wu Qingchen was still pondering the words he had heard just now in his heart, Shen Huan had already asked people to send over the words he had just written, and he didn't drink at this time, he just closed his eyes and thought about it, and immediately began to sway his pen and ink again, and his mouth was still chanting.

"A foot of crimson is better than qu dust, and the old is not as good as the new. ”

"The Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuan. ”

"The bottom of the well is lit with deep candles, and the Gonglang is a long line of Mo Go. ”

"Exquisite dice and red beans, I don't know if I am lovesick to the bones. ”

Where is this writing poetry!

Wu Qingchen thinks that he has seen a lot of knowledge in his life, and he has seen all kinds of scenes in the world, but he has never seen such a poem!

He only has two or three seconds to think at most, how can he write a poem, and it is also exquisite and exquisite!

Carried it, it must be carried back!

Wu Qingchen deduced from common sense that he could only come to such a conclusion.

Judging from the current situation, what Luo Minghai just said is really very likely. It is very likely that Shen Huan has other people who are helping him with literary creation, and he only needs to prepare and recite in advance, so he can write poems at such an unbelievable speed.

But no matter what the truth is, the poems written by Shen Huan are indeed wonderful. The capital is a fine product, nothing ordinary, and thanks to Shen Huan's speed, these literary bigwigs don't need to huddle together and watch their heads.

Three poems were sent, and everyone was enough.

And judging from the expressions of these bigwigs, they are obviously very admired and appreciative.

For these people who are engaged in literary creation, wonderful literary works are like drugs for them, which can give them great mental stimulation. And the three poems that Shen Huan made just now are undoubtedly very toxic drugs.

At the same time, in the live webcast room of Xinlan Weibo, the comments were once again frantically swiped.

"Damn, what kind of speed is this? Printing isn't that fast!"

"Is this writing poetry or selling cabbage?"

"I originally thought that Luo Minghai was a poor quibble, but now it seems that what he said is really true!"

"How can anyone write poems like this, if you don't even have to think, you must memorize it!"

"Does he think this will prove himself? It's naïve, it only makes us believe more that he has a literary studio. ”

"Acting should also be real, you are too fake, who believes it!"

"But these poems are really good, that sentence suddenly looked back, the person was in the lamplight, I just heard it once and wrote it down, this artistic conception is so beautiful. ”

"Shen Huan's other literary studio has something. ”

"Shen Huan, this guy is also capable, where did he go to find so many people to help him cheat?"

"Money can make ghosts grind, I have seen it today, is there anything in this world that money can't buy?"

"Do you think he really came up with it on the fly?"

"How could it be that he thought about it temporarily, you think about it with your brain! ”

"Good idea, just follow this routine to wash, just say that he wrote it before, hahaha. ”

"Writing poetry is the same as selling cabbage, this kind of scene has never been seen before, and today's live broadcast is not in vain!"

"Originally, I was going to take a shower, but now I'm really not leaving, I want to see how much he can carry!"

"If this is calculated according to what he just said, it will cost more than a million to buy it! ”

……

Sang Yangdi looked excited in front of the computer, and the expression on his face was very excited.

He doesn't care what the truth of Shen Huan's matter is, like many people who eat melons, he is just idle and bored every day, and he just wants to watch a lively, and now the intensity of this excitement has exceeded his imagination and expectations, which naturally makes him satisfied and excited.

"Guess how much he bought. ”

Sang Yangdi moved his fingers and also sent a comment of his own in the live broadcast room, participating in the excitement, and at the same time, he was not satisfied with just joining in the fun on the Internet, and called Chen Wanxian loudly.

"Mianmian! Guess how much he bought!"

"Mianmian" is Sang Yangdi's nickname for Chen Wanxian.

When Chen Wanxian heard it in the living room, she was a little dissatisfied, and she also called back: "How can you conclude that he must have bought it? Can't he have written it before but not published it, or he came up with it temporarily? Don't you see that he has started drinking? These people who are engaged in literature and art often have to use things to stimulate their nerves in order to be inspired, and he is obviously like this now!"

Sang Yangdi shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips where Chen Wanxian couldn't see.

Came up with it on the fly?

Even a brainless fan like his girlfriend would really believe this statement, where can anyone come up with a poem in a matter of seconds?

However, when he was chatting with a friend yesterday, he also learned a saying, saying that it is not necessary to reason with women, because it is a woman's prerogative to mess around.

Between the truth and his girlfriend, he can only choose the same, he chooses his girlfriend.

So Sang Yangdi didn't say what he said in his heart, but said to Chen Wanxian: "Okay, good, you're right! Then guess how many poems he can 'write'!"

Chen Wanxian shouted: "I don't know, don't bother me!"

Shen Huan started writing again, and she was about to listen attentively!

When Sang Yangdi heard this, he shrugged his shoulders again, and stopped harassing Chen Wanxian, and continued to participate in the heat of the online live broadcast room, and on the live broadcast screen, Xinlan Weibo was delayed for a while compared to TV before Shen Huan wrote a poem, and the sound was very clear from the external speaker, and the sound was good.

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. ”

"The lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. ”

It's another song!

However, compared with the previous ones, this is much shorter and more straightforwardly written, and many people who are not too familiar with classical Chinese literature can probably understand it, and they can better appreciate the beauty of this poem.

For example, Sang Yangdi, he felt that among the poems that Shen Huan had done so far, this one was his favorite—although he had only listened to it for a while.

This made him can't help but send another comment.

"Good poetry!"

Not to mention anything else, just from the poem itself, it is indeed a good poem, but he can't say where it is good, he only thinks it is good, he only thinks it is beautiful.

Compared with this guy who doesn't have much attainment in literature, the literary bigwigs at the venue can undoubtedly come up with a lot more words.

"Elegant and smart, deep but not sluggish, eternal but not sad, beautiful but not floating, rhyme far but not false, good poetry!"

After Wu Qingchen finished chanting Shen Huan, he waited for the staff to send the words over, savored and pondered for a while, and then couldn't help but praise the case.

He still thinks that whoever wrote these poems cannot hide the fact that they are beautiful.

Seeing such poems being sent one after another, Wu Qingchen was like enjoying an incomparably rich meal, eating with his mouth full of oil and shaking his head.

He even wanted to drink.

Such a delicacy must be accompanied by good wine, which is enough to be enjoyable and to give people the greatest satisfaction from the spirit to the body.

Especially Shen Huan took one sip after another over there, they were not far away, and the rich aroma of wine came over so unscrupulously, which really hooked people's wine intestines.

However, Wu Qingchen is not as presumptuous as Shen Huan, and he is somewhat concerned about his public image, so he didn't open his mouth to ask for a sip of wine - Shen Huan didn't invite him, he begged for wine himself, that didn't look good, right?

……

The director is very good at - or on the basis of the meeting in advance, there is preparation - when Wu Qingchen said that evaluation, he instantly cut the camera and connected the audio, so Wu Qingchen's evaluation was played on the live TV broadcast in general and completely.

In addition, Wu Qingchen's face full of appreciation, and the expressions of those literary bigwigs who admired the poems on the table, were all played through the camera, allowing the audience to feel the beauty and amazing conquest of these poems from the most intuitive angle.

After this, the camera turned back to Shen Huan, and it could be seen that he was taking the wine bottle away from his mouth, temporarily putting down the pen in his hand, and directly and heroically wiped the wine stains on the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.

If you don't say that the completion of fashion lies in the face, so does the behavior.

This seemingly unhygienic action is pleasing to the eye to see a handsome guy with a temperament like Shen Huan, and tonight's image of his ancient Chinese graceful and wild boy brother is even more three-dimensional.

And it was because he was drinking just now that Wu Qingchen was able to steal a little free time to savor the previous poems.

But then the clock started to tighten again.

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. ”

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows. ”

"Yuanfang invades the ancient road, and the clear green connects the deserted city. ”

"I sent Wang Sun again, and I was full of farewell. ”

The power of this sip of wine just now seemed to be very great, and Shen Huan felt as if he was coming, and after that, as if he was in a hurry, he directly pushed aside the words he had written just now, and continued to splash ink and sing.

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. ”

Wu Qingchen has not finished savoring the wonderful philosophy of "the wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows", and at the beginning of this new song, he directly hooked his soul again.

This sentence is really beautiful both technically and artistically, and it can be said to be a perfect combination of technique and emotion. This is just one sentence, and it is already a generation of quatrains!

"When it's warm and cold, it's hardest to rest. ”

"Three glasses and two light wines, how can you fight him, and the wind is in a hurry late!"

"The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. ”

"The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?"

"Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone!"

"The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. ”

"This time, what a sad word!"

……

At the scene of the press conference, the film of those media reporters seemed to be asking for money, and the flash flashed almost never stopped.

These journalists can be entrusted with such a big task, they are all experienced people, and they were quite calm before, but now they can't calm down, buzzing whispers are everywhere between them, and many people are constantly raising their hands, hoping that the organizer will send them a microphone to conduct interviews immediately, but no one can bird them.

These experienced media practitioners are like this, not to mention the audience at the scene, who have expressed their surprise and speculation to each other, and continue to discuss.

And Shen Huan didn't care about them, he just continued to drink and write.

The benefits of a large amount of alcohol are reflected here, although he may have drunk several sips of high alcohol, but his mind is not a little confused, just a little excited, his thoughts are clearer and more clear, and the sufficient preparation for most of the previous half a month and the memories of temporary overtime in the past few days have become more and more clear in his mind.

Thousands of years of accumulation from another world, and in this way, through his mouth and his hands, he was born in this world in front of everyone in a shocking appearance.

"The spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant, the moon is cloudy......"

This is Su Shi's petty bourgeois sentiment, which blooms beautiful flowers in spring.

“…… The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze......"

It was also spring, but Cui Jiedu's heart was a trace of regret lingering.

"The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom......"

Compared with the two of them, the spring of Xiangshan monks is more decent.

"Crossing the far Jingmen and coming from Chu to travel. The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. Flying mirror under the moon, Yunsheng knot sea building ......"

Since we want to recite poetry, how can we not have Mr. Taibai? From ancient times to the present, this gentleman's poetry is heroic and chic and romantic, and he is definitely the first poet in ancient and modern times, and he is a poet immortal through the ages.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is the ......"

Lao Li is here, and Lao Du has no reason not to come and make a kick.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls......"

It happened that not long after the Qingming Festival, and at this moment, I came to write a poem about the Qingming Festival, and it was also a very good day, and I would like to thank Du Mu more on this.

……

Shen Huan stood on the stage like this, writing poems while drinking, the pen in his hand kept coming, and the wine in his mouth continued, and a sip of wine could often become several songs, continuous, as if there was no end.

The crystallization of wisdom and the eternal romance of the other world were reborn in this time and space at this moment.

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