"The farthest distance in the world, not in the sky, but in the vast sea of people, I know you, but you don't know me.?ww?w?.??"

Murong Chuan opened his mouth and groaned, as soon as he made a move, it was the field he was good at, and he loved the opening words of modern poetry.

It seems that he wants to use what he is good at to decide the outcome of this last fight.

The blue side did not show weakness, and a writer who wrote about documentary youth took up after muttering for a while.

"The farthest distance in the world, it's not that I know you in the vast sea of people, you don't know me, but that I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you!"

As soon as the writer picks up, a whole poetic realm appears. The short opening two lines of the poem tell the story of two people, a pair of men and women who meet from a glimpse in the vast sea of people, to acquaintance, and then to unrequited love on the one hand.

"Okay!" Some guests felt that this love poem was quite wonderful, and praised a few words, and the audience was also applauding.

"Brother Yan, this sentence is exquisite!" Murong Chuan praised the writer, and then smiled and said, "But the younger brother thought of the next sentence again, and he was ugly!"

With that, he continued:

"The farthest distance in the world is not that I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you, but that even if I miss love day and night, I can only hide it in my heart. “

Murong Chuan's sentence came easily, and he deserved to be one of the few love poets in China today, and many guests nodded secretly in their hearts.

"The farthest distance in the world is not the day and night thoughts of love hidden in the bottom of my heart, but I can't say I love you. On the blue side, the writer who received the poem just now also had two brushes, and he quickly picked up the next sentence.

It was another round of applause, mostly between literati.

"The farthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I love you, but that two people can't be together even if they love each other. ”

A pair on the blue side, and all the guests on the red side looked at Murong Chuan. Even many people put the victory or defeat on Murong Chuan, because they are not good at the field of romantic feelings such as love poems.

Under the focus of everyone, Murong Chuan smiled confidently, opened his mouth and took the next sentence.

"The farthest distance in the world. It's not that they love each other, but they can't be together, but they care a lot, but they pretend not to care. “

The two parties came and went, and the fight became more and more lively. Sentence after sentence.

And when the two parties were fighting poetry, Ye Chen on the guest seat had a strange face.

"Isn't this poem Tagore's collection of birds the farthest distance in the world?

"There is no Tagore in this parallel world!"

"What a coincidence! The world is so big and so small!"

After Ye Chen's heart was messy for a while, he then looked at the people in the guest seat, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Let's take a look at the excitement first.

At this time, Dou Shi is nearing the end, and he has been back and forth more than ten times, and the battle situation is close to the point of white heat.

The blue side seems to be on the losing side. Because there are already several people on the blue side who have come out to fight poetry, and the red side is only Murong Chuan, who has a posture of being a man and a man.

In this way, the audience's focus is once again focused on the poet, after all, with the momentum of one person, the other party is helpless, which is very dazzling and powerful.

Fighting poetry, literati, you come and go. Although it is not as direct as the battle of martial arts, it also makes the audience's blood boil, and they all shout the names of "Murong Chuan" and "Murong Chuan", like seeing a star. Instead, those who are real celebrity guests. On such an occasion, they can only be snubbed as green leaves, who called this not their home field!

At this time, Murong Chuan picked up the last sentence from a poet in the blue square, with calmness and confidence on his face.

Listening to the enthusiastic shouts and attention of the audience, the vanity in his heart was a little satisfied, and he felt quite a sense of pointing out the country and being high-spirited.

Minutes and seconds passed. If they don't get the next sentence within three minutes, the blue side will lose the match.

Murong Chuan's last sentence was, "The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if they are very close, they cannot rely on each other in the wind." “

The difficulty of this fighting poem has risen to the poetic imagery, and the next sentence must be more profound than the imagery of the previous sentence.

When this poem came out, those people in the blue side were thinking about the next sentence, and some people who hoped to show their faces at the CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala broadcast live across the country were racking their brains in the hope of fighting.

When the countdown was one minute, Ye Chen saw that no one on the blue side could answer, and he thought that he had seen enough of the excitement, and was just about to make a move, when he came forward to fight poetry, when he was holding the microphone on the table and preparing to speak, a poet on the blue side suddenly said with some excitement: "I thought about it, I'll fight the next sentence." ”

The tense atmosphere was broken in an instant, and his eyes fell on the poet Lan Fang again.

I saw this man speak: "The farthest distance in the world is not that two trees next to each other cannot cling to each other in the wind, but that even if two stars meet in the sky, they will never meet." “

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it won the applause of the audience, and the blue side breathed a sigh of relief, and the poet who took it also won what he wanted.

Then, it's time for Red, and Red is passive again.

At this moment, the audience shouted Murong Chuan's name, because Murong Chuan had been fighting everyone single-handedly just now, and the audience wanted to see him continue to watch, so that it would be more exciting.

Facing the enthusiastic voice of the audience, Murong Chuan frowned and thought for dozens of seconds, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of an image that had a great chance to decide the outcome of the sentence.

"Everyone, then I'm going to make a fool of myself again!" he said modestly, and the audience shouted enthusiastically. And the guests of the blue side shook their heads helplessly, feeling that something bad was going to happen, there was no way, they were specialized in love poetry, and they were too professional.

Sure enough, as soon as Murong Chuan's next poem came out, it felt like the finishing touch, and he couldn't continue it.

"The farthest distance in the world is not the track of two stars that do not meet even if they look at each other, but the flowers and leaves of the flowers on the other side, even if they grow from the same root, they will never meet. “

"Good!"

The image of the flower on the other side is wonderful, and the flowers and leaves will never meet, which has always been the image used in traditional Chinese love. ”

Some people couldn't help but praise, and many people in the industry also nodded.

Even if the blue side is helpless, he can only echo a few sentences, because this sentence is indeed exquisite, the finishing touch, and there is no need to continue superfluously.

Looks like the blue side is going to lose!

The representative on the red side smiled and joked to Mr. Qi Shi: "Mr. Qi, if no one picks up, you will lose this game!"

Mr. Qi Shi said with a smile: "Xiao Mu's sentence is really wonderful, the artistic conception of this flower on the other side is too difficult to cross, and it deserves to be the leader of domestic love poetry." ”

"Old Mr. Qi has won the award!" Murong Chuan felt all kinds of glory, and his heart was very beautiful, but he remained modest.

The people in the blue side seemed to have given up on this game of fighting poems, because they felt that they couldn't pick up Murong Chuan's last sentence.

Just when the people from the two circles were praising each other, Ye Chen, who had been sitting silently playing soy sauce, looked at such a group of people in the world speechlessly, saying that he was highly literate, and he said that you were awesome, and opened his mouth: "Uh...... Everyone, the fighting poems are not over yet!"

The host and the guests were stunned for a moment, and moved their eyes to Ye Chen, and the audience also looked at Ye Chen suspiciously, isn't this the guest who reversed the situation in the last few tens of seconds of the second game just now? Could it be that he is ready to reverse the situation again?

The audience's minds began to gossip, and their eyes began to glow.

"Could it be that Mr. Ye has the next sentence? Let's talk about it, I heard that Mr. Ye writes popular martial arts but is brilliant, which is relatively rare, but I want to ask for advice. At this time, Murong Chuan opened his mouth with a smile on his face, looking kind and kind, but when he heard the words, he was a little unpleasant.

What is "writing popular martial arts but brilliant writing, relatively rare".

Many guests at the scene heard a little taste, some frowned slightly, and some smiled silently.

"Oh, yes, since Mr. Mu wants to ask for advice, then I'll give it. Ye Chen listened, looked at Murong Chuan raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile.

After speaking, he slowly said a modern poem that was once popular in the world.

His voice was soft.

"The farthest distance in the world is the distance between birds and fish, one in the sky, and the other in the depths of the sea. (To be continued.) )