Chapter 177 Three Poems to Decide
Chen Xuansi's words also aroused admiration from many people in the audience.
This is the style of a great man.
He didn't take any advantage of Vice Chairman Lin at all.
Chen Yi: "Father has the demeanor of a great scholar."
Zhang Jiahao held back his laughter when he heard this: "Is Chen Xuansi trying to commit suicide?"
Liu Lan's face turned red from trying to hold back his laughter. "Vice President Lin's talent for writing poetry is ridiculous. He is the only one in the world who can incorporate poetry into songs. At least, he is the only one who has done it so far."
Fan Jie, the president of the Film and Television Association, who had always been in a state of a little transparency, couldn't help but express his opinion at this moment:
"Although I don't know the meaning of the songs in "Drinking Wine" or the poetry, I also think that if it is a satirical style of poetry, maybe Chen Sixuan can defeat Vice Chairman Lin. If it is any style of poetry, it is hard to say."
The three of them talked in a low voice, and no one else heard them, so they waited for the next step.
"Vice Chairman Chen, are you sure you want to play freely?" Lin Shiyi continued to have an embarrassed expression.
He didn't feel embarrassed, but was worried that Vice Chairman Chen's heart couldn't take it.
The person who had been acting like a troublemaker in front of him was now lying in the intensive care unit of Luoyang First People's Hospital.
"Nonsense. I'm the vice chairman of the Zuzhou Association. My word is law. How could I deceive a little kid like you?" Chen Xuansi made his position clear and put himself in the best condition, his words floating.
"Eleven, don't refuse. Just follow my second uncle's wish."
When he heard the random style, Chen Baiguang's tense heart finally relaxed.
Many of the ancient style songs created by Shiyi are infused with high-quality poems.
It is enough to say that Xi Jinping is indeed good at writing poetry.
Even if he loses to Chen Xuansi, it won't be a very ugly defeat.
"Stop pretending. You're a guy in your early twenties. It won't be too embarrassing even if you lose to Vice Chairman Chen."
Hu Gao fanned the flames: "After all, your major is music. Even if you have a great talent for poetry, you still have a long way to go. It is an honor for you to lose to Vice Chairman Chen today."
"That kid is very disrespectful." Lin Shiyi first pretended to pace back and forth.
When he took a few steps, he stopped and faced Chen Xuansi.
"Hmph, you only start writing poetry a few steps ago. I don't think the quality will be very good." Hu Gao snorted.
When people improvise poetry, they usually keep the distance within thirty steps, with about twenty steps being the most common.
This kid took a few steps as soon as he came up.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
"The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow. The smile and the faint fragrance are gone. I searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times. Suddenly I turned around and found him, in the dimly lit place."
After finishing reading the poem, Lin Shiyi looked at Chen Xuansi with sharp eyes and found that the other person's expression froze instantly.
The wine in the glass suddenly lost its aroma.
The person who reacted the most was Liu Lan. He was surprised and said, "Some of the lyrics of the song "Thousands of Degrees" are from this poem. Ah, what a loss! The copyright of this song was given to the Ministry of Education!"
“When I look back suddenly, that person is there, in the dimming lights.” Even Zhang Jiahao couldn’t recall the memory.
Even Chen Baiguang was like this. He was thinking about it and felt like he was describing a woman. He suddenly turned around and found her in the dim light.
Could it be that Eleven has a lover?
etc!
Suddenly, Lin Shiyi's eyes fell on Chen Baiguang, who thought to himself, "Why did Shiyi keep his eyes on me after reciting the poem? Could it be that... I am his sweetheart, and the poem is describing me?"
That’s right!
After thinking about it for a while, Chen Baiguang lowered his head, not daring to look Lin Shiyi in the eye.
It seems that I hold such a high position in my father's heart.
A dozen seconds later, all the guests present were immersed in the charm of this poem.
"Guang'er has a really good eye." Wen Liangru's aunt smiled even more brightly: "We have to invite him to our house for supper tonight."
"Just based on his sense of responsibility, such a friend deserves deep regret." Marshal Chen also showed a satisfied smile.
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