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This, this poem could have been written by them?

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

For Mo Xichou, such a magnificent opening sentence can hardly be said to be the only one in his life, but it is definitely the starting word of a rare masterpiece. Just listening to this sentence, you know that it is enough to surpass the artistic conception of Mo Cainu's entire poem.

The sound of the piano is only an auxiliary, focusing on the deep voice of the war-ridden and more than half a hundred years old, which vividly expresses the leisurely atmosphere of the poem.

Wu Zhe just sang the playful one, and everyone just went through the girl's frolicking singing, and as a result, this song is old and sophisticated to the extreme, as if everyone was suddenly shocked to the realm of immortals who saw through the world!

Wu Zhe deliberately paved the way and sang, greatly increasing the appeal of emotion.

In the ring, where there was no noise interference in the audience, the old general sang in a low voice with all his soulful voice: success or failure turns empty~~~ Qingshan is still ~~~ several degrees of sunset red~~~......

The turn of the old general's voice is definitely not as good as that of the young girl, but it can give this poem a sense of vicissitudes.

As soon as these few sentences came out, the talented woman did not regret that there was no luck in her heart: her poems were completely inferior to this one! This is not a realm at all!

Compared to the startled stand up just now, she sat down slowly at this moment.

Because don't be surprised, it's a foregone conclusion. The talented Mo girl with her great fame actually lost to the woman of Hudaomen on the spot!

Who made such a good poem?! Mo Cainu thought in her heart, but she didn't have the heart to look at the side of the knife gate.

Because the poem sung by the old general had already hooked her heart, for fear of mishearing a word.

Offstage, everyone didn't dare to come out, for fear of disturbing the old general on the stage.

Even the narcissistic son Zong Zhilian was so shocked that the fan didn't shake for a long time.

There were many old warriors in the audience, and at this time, a feeling of crying gradually erupted in their hearts.

The audience listened silently, and the old general's singing continued: white-haired fisherman on the river~~~ accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze~~~......

The patrol made Li Daoming subconsciously touch his half-white hair, and he leisurely longed in his heart for whether he could break away from the rivers and lakes and be a hermit who does not care about the world as described in the poem......

Many people in the audience who are elderly or have been psychologically hit also have similar feelings, and a yearning for leaving the world faintly rises in their hearts.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet...... The old general's tone gradually rose, and the love xù was high-pitched and sang: How many things are there in ancient and modern times~~~All pay for laughter~talk~middle~~~!

A short song was sung by the old general, and the vibrato of the strings did not stop for a long time.

The audience was silent for a long time, as if everyone was still reminiscing about the last high-pitched [all paid for the joke.

What a magnificence!

What a sudden!

Although the lyrics and songs are short, they give people a long feeling. This is the excellent effect of this poem, the older the person, the more you can feel the appeal of this poem.

Life is short and long, a contradictory and philosophical experience.

Many people have tears in their eyes, remembering old friends and old friends......

Alas, the old general Hong Shouting pressed his hand on the piano and sighed long.

Hu Yunjiao and other women had read the manuscript many times earlier. At this moment, listening to the same song sung by the old general, I didn't feel the slightest bit tired, I just felt that I didn't create a touch and charm of heaven and earth.

The old general reached for his waist and slowly pulled out something.

hiss

There was a whirlwind of fire burning.

The wood of the guqin is dry and strong, and it ignites when it sees fire.

Everyone exclaimed, the old general in the ring actually took out the fire fold and lit the piano!

My old friend...... The old man has nothing to say, but with this qin, I will send this song to you! The old general burst into tears, watching the flame of his beloved guqin burn bigger and bigger.

The heart does not hurt.

Only sad.

When everyone present saw the old general like this, they were shocked at first, but they were soon not surprised.

No one stepped forward to stop him.

This is not a blasphemy of burning the piano and boiling the crane, but a noble act of righteousness!

Many warriors who have lost their comrades-in-arms agree with each other in their hearts.

Well deserved!

That's how you can do it!

In this way, you can send a deep remembrance from afar!

It is very suitable to die with this guqin that has just played such a superb lyrics and music!

Since then, the country of Qi has had a beautiful conversation......

The old general stood up and saw the guqin turn scorched black on the piano seat and the strings were broken, but Lao Huai was very relieved.

He raised his hand to the sky and muttered, not knowing what to say to his deceased comrades.

After a long time, there was a burst of applause and applause from the audience.

Great, wonderful poetry!

The old general sings well!

Hudaomen's poetry is better than Lin Jianmen!

After the old general finished praying, he walked to the door of the sword, and saluted to several girls: "On behalf of the deceased comrades-in-arms, the old man thanked the girls.

The old general was polite. Hu Yunjiao and the other women hurriedly got up and got out of the way, not daring to take a bow from him.

The women noticed that although the old general's eye sockets were red, he did not leave heroic tears.

After going through the war, he is indeed a tough guy who sheds blood without tears, and he can still hold back his tears when he is so nostalgic.

This word and this song will surely spread all over the world after today. The old general arched his hand and said: In this way, you will naturally win the second game by waiting for Hudaomen......

The voice of the Xuanwu female general Wei Ling suddenly came from behind.

I saw the Xuanwu girl general said slowly from her seat: I suspect that this talented girl is faking the other party. The women of Hudaomen took out the poems written by others and deceived the general and your feelings.

She deliberately implied the power of Xuan Qi in her voice, and everyone in the ring could hear it clearly.

Not to mention, what she said did make many people confused.

Yes, this poem has profound skills, and it contains a lot of realms that can see through and understand.

Look at these little girls in Hudaomen, most of them are only fourteen years old, how can they make such a good sentence of the vicissitudes of the world?

What Wei Nujiang said makes sense. Even I, a shallow woman who knows poetry roughly, think you are suspicious. Lin Chaoying walked over.

Her lips are humble, but her tongue is unforgiving.

Hu Yunjiao and her two best friends were furious.

Mu Qingya, who has always been good-tempered, was also angry.

Miss Lin, Ming people don't say dark words. If you want to mix a pool of clear water to touch the fish, everyone knows this technique. Wu Zhe thought about it for a while, but deliberately frowned and said: Tell me, what topic do you come up with to embarrass us, just say it.

Unexpectedly, the other party knew that it was a trap and wanted to jump in, Lin Chaoying let out a burst of laughter: You, a handyman from the countryside, still dare to fight?

In this way, this second game is a mess. Lin Chaoying was proud in her heart.