The little girl's name is Tong Zhen, and before she sang the first line, the two teenagers muttered twice. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info have no other meaning, which roughly means that Qian Hao is mysterious.

However, after the innocence spoke, their words came to an abrupt end. Their expressions froze, full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Because innocence sings:

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is ...... outside the mountain"

Li Shutong's famous song in his previous life, "Farewell", contains the vicissitudes of life.

This song is extraordinary.

But under the children's singing, the vicissitudes of life are sung innocently, and the contrast is extremely strong, which makes people want to cry when they hear it.

The more people have a story, the more depressed and sad they are.

Such as Wang Xi.

Even Chu Ren, who is optimistic and cheerful, has always been known as an old naughty boy, can't help but be moved.

However, the innocence of not knowing the affairs of the world is still singing innocently.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. Life is rare to get together, only parting more.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbidity sprinkled with all the joy, don't dream of the cold tonight......"

The innocence is not sorrowful, and there is a faint lightness in the song.

However, the vicissitudes of the lyrics make this lightness seem to be barely exposed. This does not inadvertently deepen the sorrow and sorrow.

After a song, the audience was silent.

This song, which was known as the Yangguan Three Stacks in the New Century in the previous life, is much better than today's people, even if it is not as good as the masterpieces of the ancients.

Yes, no one does not obey.

Even Bai Mei has to admit that this song is very well written. Compared with ancient words, it is not much worse.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances."

Qian Hao patted the stone table, as if he was drunk like a dream, like laughing and crying, but he actually fell into a nightmare.

Yes, yes, this child's voice is the same as in his previous life, how can he not listen to it and be fascinated.

He is not lonely, he has family and friends; He was lonely and wandering alone.

Chu Ke slapped the wine jar, lifted the mud, and laughed: "This song can serve three hundred bowls of wine." ”

Smiling and smiling, he raised the altar and drank bitterly, it was really like a cow drink, and he was unrestrained.

Nalan Xuannuo was reluctant to lag behind, and also raised his glass to drink.

In an instant, all the people in the pavilion drank, or raised the altar, or raised their glasses, and the atmosphere was extremely good.

However, drinking bitterly is never a good thing.

After some drinking, I saw Wang Xi leaning on the fence and looking into the distance, patting the fence and singing:

"Scattered feelings are smooth, and the dust has been donated......"

Chu Ren got up and stroked his palm, and then chanted as well. The others were no longer lagging behind, and they all got up and walked outside the pavilion, or chanting mountains, or chanting water, and suddenly they had the appearance of a poetry meeting.

"Ten thousand things are mixed up, and Peng Yan is relieved."

"Scatter the mountains and rivers, and forget the restraints."

"When the birds sing in the long stream, the ten thousand sounds blow the peaks."

……

Although there are not many masterpieces, Qian Hao still laughed when he heard it.

For such a grand event, I am not alone.

Li Bao and others on the side couldn't help but be a little envious when they looked at the poets drinking wine and chanting poems.

"These guys are really personable when they recite poetry." Li Bao said with emotion.

The crowd seconded.

Huache can't take care of it, excited photography.

The rise of the crowd's chanting suddenly remembered Qian Hao, and immediately instigated: "Master Qian hasn't come yet." ”

"That's right, we have already thrown bricks, and the jade of Qian Shi has not been brought out?"

"Haha, so Master Qian can make a few more songs, after all, we threw so many bricks."

……

In the laughter of everyone, Qian Hao was not annoyed or angry, and still laughed and drank.

Suddenly, he picked up his chopsticks and tapped the cup and plate with a clatter. It looks like it's really like a song.

It's the same, Qian Hao tapped a few times, and then chanted leisurely:

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" is one of them, such a situation, such a time, it is really abnormal.

Don't say that everyone is fascinated by what they hear, but Qian Hao himself is also intoxicated.

In fact, it was not only these people on the scene who were fascinated by the listen. Huache put the video in Longkong, which immediately attracted many onlookers.

Those people didn't care at first, but when they heard "Farewell", they were shocked.

This song is amazing.

This was just the beginning, when they saw Wang Xi and others competing to chant poems, they were immediately heartbroken. It's not how good those poems are, but the demeanor of Wang Xi and others, which makes them admire and yearn for it.

When Qian Hao hit the plate and sang, they were even more shocked, and their eyes were full of envy.

How good this orchid pavilion is, what a pleasure it would be if you lived in seclusion. It's a pity that they can only think about such things.

When outsiders were envious, Qian Hao and they were still enjoying themselves.

Frolicking, drinking, chanting......

The dust in my heart is swept away.

At this time, Bai Mei and the others had nothing to say. Even if they were unhappy, they admired Qian Hao's talent.

The export is a chapter, and the chapters are so good! I am afraid that only great poets can match such figures.

If there is anyone present who has no feelings, it must be Wang Jing.

He sat in the shade of a tree and watched these people drink and chant poetry, and was extremely bored. No way, who told him that he was indifferent to poetry.

After he got bored, he flipped through the news to see if it was popular.

He came to rub the heat, so naturally he didn't care about anything else, he just cared about it. But it's a pity that although this topic is still very hot, the situation of the poetry club has not yet spread.

Also, Qian Hao deliberately didn't let the reporter come, otherwise I'm afraid it would have spread long ago.

Seeing that it hadn't spread yet, Wang Jing shouted in his heart and hurriedly turned on his mobile phone to record the video.

"I'm Nima, if there is no video, how can it become popular!"

Not long after, he recorded Qian Hao knocking on the plate and chanting, and hurriedly prepared to upload it to Weibo.

"Aha, are you afraid that this video will not be popular?"

opened Weibo, he didn't say a word, and immediately uploaded the video. Then, he waited for comments to see how the response was.

However, he refreshed it a few times and was dumbfounded when he saw the comments.

"Lao Wang, you're too slow."

"That's right, that's right, if you look at the Internet, this video has been available for a long time."

"Oh, didn't Lao Wang say to go to the scene?"

……

How is it possible, there are no reporters, how can anyone be faster than him?

He immediately looked around, trying to spot the same person who was recording the video. Soon, he saw the Huache and quietly touched it.

"I'm Nima, you're so fast!"

Hua Che was startled, looked back, and said proudly with a sigh of relief: "That's, I'll do this for a long time." The last annual meeting of the prosperous world, you know, was the ...... I broadcast live"

Wang Jing's eyes lit up, this Huache recorded the whole process, so what was he busy with?

You don't have to be busy, it's just tiring to be videotaped.

Thinking about it, he patted Huache on the shoulder, said a few words of encouragement, and then checked the news on the Internet.

"Wow Ka Ka, this must be on fire." (To be continued.) )