Song Lanlan read the lyrics and was immediately attracted: "There is a feeling of being enchanting but not vulgar, charming but not coquettish..."
Composers like Yang Fan and Wang Zifan also put their heads together to take a look.
While they were marveling at the song, the first lyric had already been printed out.
It’s still Xu Song’s song, and the title of the song is “Thousands of Bai Du”.
This time, Zhang Dehua was quick with his hands and eyes. He took the page as soon as it was printed out and began to read to himself:
"How can a guest sleep in a wild inn outside the pass without fireworks?"
"Who will add two more pieces to my sleeves when the cold comes?"
"The snow and wind continued to blow all night long."
"It's just a pity that the skinny horse has not had a rest..."
“…”
"Great, great! How could this poem be written overnight?"
"This is so depressing."
"The lyrics of this song are very beautiful, with a flavor of ancient poetry."
"Oh my god, I have a terrible idea. Could it be that Xiao Linzi can really redefine ancient style?"
Zhang Dehua and the others looked at each other, and could see shock on each other's faces.
Two consecutive stunning ancient songs are really terrifying.
However, while they were amazed, a third sheet of lyrics was printed out.
It is "Broken Bridge and Snow" by Xu Song.
"Bring it here!"
I don’t know if it was because of excitement, but Zhang Dehua immediately snatched the third lyrics from Manager Song’s hand, and read out the lyrics with trembling lips:
"I can't find the dead leaf butterfly with broken wings."
“You will never see it wither.”
"The eaves of the small bridge under the night sky of Jiangnan."
"I can't understand the wilderness of the northern frontier..."
“…”
Two minutes later...
"I, three high-quality songs...Xiao...Lin, Teacher Lin, you are amazing."
As Zhang Dehua spoke, the fourth sheet was printed out.
It is "Yu Xi Tan".
After seeing the song title, no one dared to take it.
The quality still maintains a very high standard.
They couldn't bear it mentally.
These three songs will redefine ancient style. Senior Feng Yang has his own kingdom, and Xiao Linzi also has his own ancient style dynasty.
"I'll read the fourth song." Jin Yangming subconsciously picked up the piece of paper with the lyrics printed on it and read:
"The sands of the Chu River gather and disperse, and the sun and the moon change with the times."
"How many beauties have been exchanged for a long sigh, who has ever broken through the Qin Pass in Julu?"
"Thousands of miles of blood and weapons are nothing but a breeze in the end."
"I rode my horse and spear across the world, but this farewell is difficult."
"A cry of 'Yu Xi, Yu Xi' has brought tears to my eyes. Let's drink this cup of wine together to experience the warmth and coldness..."
“…”
Two minutes later, Jin Yangming trembled and roared: "Drunk under the lamplight, looking at the sword... This is a fucking ancient poem. Xiao Linzi is really a fucking creative genius!"
"Ahhh, break through the Qin Pass... Which ancient city is the Qin Pass, or which dynasty is it from? Can someone tell me... "
Zhang Dehua was so frightened that his whole body was buzzing.
Writing one or two songs of this quality is enough to be proud of.
Xiao Linzi wrote four poems in a row, and he hasn’t finished yet.
"You called me mom, and I was so scared that my cigarette butt fell to the ground, and I still had two puffs left!"
Wang Zifan kicked him in the ass and stared at the first printed lyrics...
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