Zhang Jiahao was so excited that he could not express it: "Xiao Lin, does this poem have a name?"
"Yes." Lin Shiyi nodded slightly and replied, "Qingyu'an: Lantern Festival."
Tang Zhendong's hand holding the wine glass was shaking, and he angrily yelled at the man next to him: "I told you to drink silently, you made me unable to even hold the wine glass steadily."
The vice president of the Zuzhou University Association was confused: "???"
Chen Xuansi's expression became increasingly gloomy, and the fact that he didn't say a word was enough to prove his evaluation of the poem.
Without further hesitation, Lin Shiyi continued pacing back and forth.
When he had walked thirty steps, he stopped, looked up, put his hands behind his back, and shouted:
"The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is overgrown with grass and trees in spring."
"The flowers shed tears when they feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they feel the separation."
"The war has lasted for three months, and a letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin."
boom!
When the poem was finished, Chen Xuansi stood up in surprise and stared at Lin Shiyi with a meaningful look.
It is hard to imagine that at his age, he could write such excellent poems.
Even he, the vice chairman who climbed to the top through poetry, was not capable of composing this poem.
He began to regret allowing the other party three moves.
That kid is totally playing the pig and eating the tiger.
Giving others three moves is not seeking death, isn't it?
"Great! A great poem about a country destroyed but the mountains and rivers still exist!" Zhang Jiahao rushed to Lin Shiyi, excitedly shook the latter's hand and asked, "What is this poem about?"
“Spring Prospects.”
"Spring Hope... Spring Hope..." Zhang Jiahao did not let go, and immediately asked: "Xiao Lin, can you include this poem and the previous one in our Hanzhou Forum? This will be your representative work in the future."
"Okay." Lin Shiyi was very frugal with his words.
Seeing Zhang Jiahao's actions, Chen Xuansi felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten rat shit.
These two poems are of extremely high quality, and he had originally planned to snatch them away, preferably to be included in the Zuzhou Altar.
But this situation is not suitable for snatching.
"Vice Chairman Chen, the third person is here." Lin Shiyi turned his back to everyone and faced only Chen Xuansi.
He paced in place, and when he had walked twenty steps, he opened his mouth slightly and read out under everyone's tense gaze:
“There are no ancients before us, and no successors after us.”
"Thinking of the vastness of the universe, I am alone and shed tears!"
Buzz!
Chen Xuansi was so unsteady that he almost collapsed to the ground. His wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound, which startled the ears of the guests present.
Even people who don't understand poetry can understand the meaning of this poem.
"There are no ancients in front of me... and no successors behind me..." Tang Zhendong was drinking alone there.
He had never been so shocked.
After three consecutive poems, I was so shocked that my whole body went numb.
And it came from the same person.
They were here to slap me in the face, how could it turn out like this?
"I told you to stop making noise, you drank like a dog eating shit, you made me unable to stand up!"
Tang Zhendong wanted to kick him.
The vice president of the Zuzhou University Association, Xu Zixiang, was so confused that he didn't drink at all.
I was blamed for no reason.
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