"Ten years of life and death, even without thinking about it, I can never forget it."
Zhou Ming spoke slowly, and the first sentence he said made everyone's heart tremble.
It was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone hard.
Qin Hongxiu's eyes flashed, and she looked at Chen Yu in surprise.
How could he write such a poem?
"A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, with nowhere to talk to about the desolation."
The scene was completely silent. For some reason, everyone felt a sudden sense of unease.
"Even if we meet, we shall not recognize each other, with dust on our faces and hair like frost."
"Last night I had a dream that brought me back to my hometown, where I sat by the window, combing my hair."
"We looked at each other in silence, with tears streaming down our faces."
"I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night."
After reading, Zhou Ming sighed and closed his eyes.
Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Although his face was calm at this moment, his heart was surging like a tsunami.
An indescribable great sorrow made him indulge in it and unable to extricate himself.
The scene was quiet.
Everyone stood there in a daze, completely shocked.
A picture seemed to appear before their eyes.
Dark clouds hung low over the wilderness.
An old grave stands alone.
The man stood in front of the grave, silent, just staring at the tombstone.
The man is old, with gray hair and a dusty appearance.
What I recall in my mind is the most beautiful appearance of my wife.
The most extreme silence is the deep longing.
Even if it takes ten years or a hundred years, for this man, it will not be able to reduce his longing for her in the slightest!
The theme of this round is love.
What is love?
Love is when we love each other, and love is when we stay together forever.
But when love and affection are deep, there is a longing that cannot be separated by life or death!
That endless longing that transcends life and death, time and space!
"What a passionate and emotional person must be to be able to write such a masterpiece."
Some of the scholars present could no longer control themselves and began to wipe away their tears.
"Is this the national treasure? It's amazing, it's really amazing! This poem is truly worthy of its name!"
"Ah, after seeing this poem, all those excellent works by Baili before it can only be regarded as garbage."
Some people sighed.
Upstairs, many women's eyes were already blurred with tears.
This poem was written to mourn his deceased wife, and its sorrow is beyond words.
Although it is sad, one also envies this extraordinary love.
The women in Hongxiu Pavilion see so many men every day.
Over the years, I have had many love affairs with men.
But those were just plays, they saw through it too clearly.
How many people come here to stay with them forever?
Aren’t you just greedy for their bodies?
What other man could be as infatuated as the man in this poem?
The more they distrust these men, the more they hope to meet a truly infatuated man.
"Chen Lang, when will I ever meet a man as affectionate as you?"
All the women upstairs were staring at Chen Yu infatuatedly.
In their eyes, Chen Yu seemed to have become the male protagonist in the lyrics.
As for the excellent works of Baili written by Wen Bubai and others, they were okay at first glance and were somewhat moved by them.
But now?
They just felt that the words of Wen Bubai and others, although gorgeous, were superficial.
Those whining and those beautiful scenes are far less vivid than this poem!
A woman bit her lower lip, took out a red ribbon and tied it around her wrist.
This is to invite Chen Yu into the boudoir!
The other women followed closely behind, taking out the red ribbons they carried with them and tying them on their wrists.
At a glance, all the girls on the second and third floors were wearing red ribbons and extending invitations to Chen Yu.
"Oh, my God, am I dazzled? So many people?!"
"Oh my god, what a wonder! This is truly a wonder!"
"This seems to be the first time since the establishment of Hongxiu Tower?"
“Today was really an eye-opener.”
The crowd burst into exclamations.
Wen Bubai and others sat there dejectedly, watching the scene stupidly.
After listening to Chen Yu's lyrics, they were convinced.
Now, they only felt that their ignorance was ridiculous and they had no intention of competing with Chen Yu at all.
"Wow, Pavilion Master, how could this Wenxuan Gong write such a sad poem?"
Xiao Qi said with tears in her eyes and sobbing.
Qin Hongxiu sighed and said, "Yes, he really surprised me. I didn't expect him to be able to write such a poem."
"Xiao Qi, tell him to come to the fourth floor."
Qin Hongxiu stared at Chen Yu with a burning gaze.
"yes."
Xiao Qi nodded and immediately gave the order.
When Zhou Ming got the news, he was shocked and took a breath.
Not daring to neglect him, he shouted, "Everyone, the Pavilion Master has ordered that Lord Wenxuan go to the fourth floor!"
boom!
The scene immediately became lively.
Everyone exclaimed in amazement, their eyes full of envy.
The leader of Hongxiu Pavilion has always been arrogant and never wants to see outsiders.
I didn’t expect that I would be moved by Chen Yu’s poem?
"Go up to the fourth floor?"
Chen Yu was delighted.
Once I got to the fourth floor, my plan to commit suicide was half successful.
"Lord Wenxuan, please come in!" Zhou Ming said respectfully.
"good."
Chen Yu did not refuse and went up to the fourth floor under everyone's gaze.
The women who tied red ribbons sighed, feeling disappointed that Chen Yu did not choose them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's move on to the second round. Ladies, please untie your red ribbons."
Zhou Ming spoke.
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