Chapter 167 Now we are moving forward from the beginning

"Wo Mei smells the flowers again, and the lying branches are sad and hateful. The fish kisses the lying stone water, and the lying stone reaches the spring green. ”

The reporter from Mango TV muttered loudly, very proud in his heart. He felt that it was really as he expected, what Chen Ze wrote, what was lying plum, what smelling flowers, and what was low in sadness and hatred, lying on the stone water, Da Chunlu, this is not called poetry at all, it must be a joke made up by people who can't write poetry.

This can completely prove that Chen Ze's level of writing poetry is simply ignorant.

He read it out loud, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear it. He thought that the rest of the people would be like him, laughing after hearing this poem, and even directly questioned and exposed Chen Ze's level of writing poetry.

But after he finished reading, he waited for a long time, but there was no one to speak.

"What's the situation?"

He was stunned, looked up and looked around, only to see everyone frowning, as if thinking about something.

Indeed, they were thinking about something. When the reporter finished reading Chen Ze's poem, they all knew that the level of this poem was too low. However, there seems to be something wrong with this poem, which seems a little strange!

"Wo Mei smells the flowers again, and the lying branches are sad and hateful. Fish kiss lying on the stone water! Another reporter whispered, and after three sentences, he suddenly closed his mouth and had a strange look on his face.

Not only him, but the rest of the people also reacted one by one, and they looked at Chen Ze and the reporter who still didn't know what was going on.

"So that's the case, it turns out that Chen Ze wrote him a poem like this, no wonder Chen Ze dared to let him read it out loud." A reporter whispered, he was about to burst out laughing.

The reporter from Mango Channel noticed that all of a sudden everyone looked at him with a smile on his face, as if he was a clown.

"What's going on?" He wondered in his heart, "The clown should have been Chen Zecai, I just read a poem of his, why did this clown become himself." ”

He looked down at the four lines of the poem again and read them again. This time, he kind of understood.

"Wo Mei and smell flowers (I have no culture), Wo Zhi is sad and low (I have a very low IQ). Fish kiss lying stone water (want to ask who I am, lying stone Dachun green (I am a big stupid donkey). ”

The face of the reporter from Mango TV turned green all of a sudden, Nima's Chen Ze. actually gave himself this kind of set and gave himself this kind of poem. Moreover, he has to read it out in public.

Thinking of this, this reporter felt so angry that he was about to smoke!

When the rest of the people at the scene saw the reporter's appearance, they all knew that he understood.

Everyone couldn't help but want to laugh. But I held back, I couldn't help it at all, hahahahaha!

Everyone laughed, and the laughter drowned out the entire press conference. And the reporter from Mango Channel, his face was no different from the color of pig liver, he couldn't stay in the conference room anymore, and hurriedly trotted all the way out of the conference room.

When he fled to the door, he fell to the ground because of his foot, and he fell into a. The result was even louder laughter from the audience.

"Too talented, Chen Ze is too talented."

"Haha. This poem is so interesting, take it out later and whole others. ”

"Nima, the IQ of this reporter from Mango Station is enough, and he actually jumped out and read this poem out loud."

While laughing, everyone spoke, and they all admired Chen Ze's wit to the extreme. They remembered the mango platform that Chen Ze gave to Mango Station before, and found that Chen Ze was actually very good at this kind of thing.

Hua Xia Lan's director looked at Chen Ze, he felt that Chen Ze was very interesting, he could not only write such wonderful words about mountains, but also make this kind of tricky poems. This man. What a genius!

When everyone finished laughing, Chen Ze had a smile on his face: "Okay, let's continue." ”

He came to hold a press conference this time to build momentum for "Run, Brother". As for the Mango TV reporter, it was just a small episode, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

Then, all the reporters also looked at Chen Ze and continued to ask him questions. The questions they asked were varied, but they had one thing in common. asked Chen Ze whether the reality show entertainment show was completely different from the singing and writing he had before, whether he had confidence and whether he was sure to do a good job in this reality show.

"I know that everyone is quite unsure about whether I can transform into a good reality show, to be honest, I am not sure myself, but no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, I will cross it. I would like to respond to your question with one word. After another reporter asked this question, Chen Ze spoke.

Hearing his words, everyone gathered their attention. Chen Ze wants to write poetry again, does he want to write the kind just now? Or is he really good at writing poetry, not just tricking others?

On the other hand, after hearing Chen Ze's words, Director Huaxia Lan was very much looking forward to it, and he had a feeling that Chen Ze might not be able to write a better masterpiece than the previous one this time.

"The west wind is fierce,

The geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon. “

Chen Ze spoke, and everyone below completely quieted down after hearing his voice, listening to his voice quietly.

"Frost Morning Moon,

The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of trumpets are choking; ”

Chen Ze said word by word, his tone changed from slow to heavy, and his eyes kept staring at everyone. Listening to Chen Ze's voice, everyone felt as if a sledgehammer was hitting their chest, making their breathing heavier.

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning.

From the beginning of the more,

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood. ”

Rumble!

Hearing Chen Ze's words, everyone felt that their minds were suddenly congested.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning. This, isn't this Chen Ze saying that he is now going to start from the reality show from scratch, although he has been frustrated, and although the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, he is unswerving for success?

This sentence, this sentence is really wonderful.

"Okay, a good Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning. This sentence alone is enough to show Chen Ze's talent. ”

A reporter spoke, he is a graduate of the Chinese department, he is also known as a little talent in the school, and he likes to study poetry on weekdays.

Before, he didn't believe that Chen Ze would write any poems, after all, this thing is very difficult to learn and write. But when he heard this, he understood that Chen Ze not only did not know, but was completely proficient. This sentence alone can be called one of the best phrases in modern times.

"I think the sentence Cangshan is like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood, this sentence is quite in contrast to Li Bai's sentence, and it is almost not under the poet immortal Li Bai. This sentence, in terms of momentum and lens sense alone, can be compared with the ancient poetry immortals! Another reporter said that he liked Chen Ze's last sentence even more.

Everyone then discussed, their views were different, but they all unified one point of view, Chen Ze's poems are indeed very well written. (To be continued.) )

PS: The third watch, this is the third watch in the morning, and there will be another watch in the evening, the night that the town said is not now, but about ten hours later. Do you like the two poems in this chapter, Xiaocheng likes Taizu's words very much, not only magnificent, but also contains incomparable confidence, and I personally think it is one of Taizu's best works.