After reading these two sentences, Ye Qiu paused for a moment.
Wang Xiaocao and Zhao Han exchanged a glance and both frowned slightly.
Judging from these two sentences, the level is not low and they are very vivid, but they are not particularly outstanding.
Until Ye Qiu recited the last two lines: "The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven."
boom.
The last two sentences caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers once again.
"A waterfall cascades down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven. Holy crap, amazing, incredible! I'm going to book a ticket to Lushan right now."
"This person is terrifying. The perspective of this poem is different from others. I guarantee that none of the poems we have studied or read can compare to this one. His poetic talent is earth-shattering and breathtaking."
"I'm impressed, I'm really impressed. But I'm just not cultured enough to say anything but two words: awesome."
The crowd of onlookers were all excited.
Zhao Han and Wang Xiaocao couldn't sit still any longer and stood up abruptly, their faces filled with shock.
They wanted to find fault with it, but as they murmured the poem Ye Qiu recited, they couldn't find anything wrong with it.
Chang Zilong searched desperately everywhere, trying to find similar or identical items, but unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.
"Brother Chang, what do you think?"
Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
"I...I..." Chang Zilong's face turned red, and he stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Zhao Han, what do you think? Three questions, three poems, does that count as me winning?" Ye Qiu turned to Zhao Han and asked.
Zhao Han raised her eyes and looked directly at Ye Qiu.
At this moment, Zhao Han's view of Ye Qiu has undergone a complete change.
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