Chapter 124: A New Generation of Ancient Dynasty
"This boy has great luck!"
The vice chairman's hands were shaking as he held the white paper. No one knew whether it was because he was old and his hands and feet were not flexible or because he was too excited.
When Hu Gao saw the vice chairman's expression, he immediately had a bad feeling in his heart.
“Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.”
"Don't you see, my white hair is reflected in the mirror in my parents' hall. It was black in the morning but white in the evening..."
Thinking of this, the vice chairman's pupils began to dilate.
All the gold medal composers around immediately realized the charm of this ancient style poem.
However, these composers have not yet realized its true charm.
Only the literature association president Liu Lan, after hearing the vice chairman read a few words, subconsciously rushed over and snatched the white paper with his big hands.
"How is it possible... this is impossible... that someone in this era could actually write such a word..."
Liu Lan ignored the vice chairman's opinion and read out the following words:
"When people are happy, they should enjoy themselves to the fullest, and not let the golden cup face the moon empty."
"I was born with talent that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back."
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and drinking three hundred cups at a party."
"Master Cen, Danqiu, let's drink, don't stop..."
"What a great line: Let's drink, don't stop... Can a human being write this?"
Liu Lan raised his head to the sky and sighed: "This poem should not have the suffix 㱗..."
"The water of the Yellow River... which river is it?"
"Who is Master Cen?"
"Ahhh, I'm going crazy. I've been studying poetry all my life, and I thought I'd never make a breakthrough, until I saw this poem, which opened up new ideas for me!"
Liu Lan was so shocked and confused that he fell to the ground. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and he held the piece of white paper tightly in his arms, as if it were a treasure from the world.
"You old bastard, why are you stealing my lines?" The vice chairman was unhappy and snatched away the piece of white paper with the lyrics written on it.
Soon, the two of them started arguing.
When Hu Gao saw this scene, his eyelids twitched and he stared at Lin Shiyi with horror.
No matter how dumb he was, he could tell that the words President Liu Lan had just read were actually in the form of poetry...
Qu Shen Yan Ling sat still without any expression, but his body was actually numb and waves were surging in his heart.
Using poetry as lyrics is the pinnacle of ancient style and also a symbol of ancient style.
"Give it to me!" After the vice chairman snatched the white paper, he continued to read the words after Liu Lan.
“…”
"In the past, the King of Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself."
"Why do you say you don't have enough money? I must buy some wine for you."
"My dear horse, I will go out to exchange my thousand-gold fur for good wine."
"Let's drink, let's drink... let's share our eternal sorrow..."
Soon, a strange phenomenon occurred at the scene. The literature association president Liu Lan was almost listening to the vice chairman's mouth.
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