First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 27 A simple poem

   Seeing An Zhi Ruosu didn't speak but nodded slightly.

  Qi Fang thought he was too nervous, so she addressed the more than 5,000 viewers and the audience in front of the TV: "Sisters and brothers, please applaud and give An Zhiruo Su a little applause."

   "I can guess that the pressure of An Zhi Ruo Su is too great. After all, his opponent is Joy Life, a poet who can write "Jinse" and "Bamboo Stone"."

  In an instant, there was enthusiastic applause from the venue.

  Even the audience in front of the TV applauded one by one, even though they knew An Zhi Ruo Su could not hear it.

  But, give An Zhiruosu a little applause.

   After all, An Zhi Ruo Su is too miserable.

  Guo Sujin in the center of the venue also applauded, but he saw An Zhiruosu’s eyes and gazes, but they were full of compassion.

   "This poor dummies of the show group, it is estimated that they will be completely rubbed on the ground by Joy Life! Sad, sorrowful."

   "But for the program group, it achieved the goal, at least the ratings of the finals are probably very high."

  Guo Sujin thought to himself.

  Including the contestants such as Van der Li and Huang Chu on the stage, they all felt that An Zhi Ruo Su was a bit sad.

  The only person who doesn't feel this way is the happy life with the same mask.

   There was a little nervousness in the eyes of Le Dong Life, because Le Dong Life knew that all his honors now belonged to peace and quiet.

  So peaceful, can you make a better poem than "Jinse" and "Zhu Shi"?

   "Hope, I hope An Zhiruo Su his poems are not so stunning and outstanding." Le Dongsheng thought in her heart.

After a round of applause, Qi Fang looked at An Zhi Ruo Su: "Next, recite the best poem you think you have written, An Zhi Ruo Su."

  The camera pointed at An Zhiruosu's body, face, and the pair of eyes that were so deep but warm and beautiful.

  Everyone quietly watched An Zhi Ruo Su.

  They found that the eyes above the black mask were extremely calm.

  On the tutor seat.

  The third instructor Su Yuqi saw this pair of eyes, her heart beat violently, and even her breathing was slightly panting.

   "This look, this look!"

  Su Yuqi swallowed the saliva in her throat.

  She discovered that this look was exactly the same as that of Ang Lee when she was divorced that day.

   "Is he, Li Ang!?" Su Yuqi had such a bold conjecture in her heart.

   But soon, she shook her head vigorously, and continued to think in her heart: "How could Li Ang come to such a place...He is a guy who has long lost his motivation to fight."

  And this time.

  An Zhiruosu on the stage finally spoke slowly.

   "Written casually, simply, and call it "Jing Ye Si", a five-character quatrain of homesickness."

   "The moon is shining in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground;"

   "Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think about your hometown."

simple.

  There are five words in each sentence and ten words in each paragraph, totaling two crosses.

  However, Ang Lee deliberately made her voice hoarse when she was speaking, which was completely different from her usual voice.

  This is also the first time he has spoken since he stepped on this stage.

After An Zhiruo finished reading this poem, the host Qi Fang laughed at the time: "It's a simple poem, and it feels quite ordinary."

  More than 5,000 spectators at the scene, hundreds of thousands of spectators in front of the TV, couldn't help but sighed slightly, with a little bit of disappointment in their eyes.

  An Zhiruosu was praised by the program group too high, and he also fought a century war in poetry and poetry with Le Dong Sheng.

  Le Dongsheng has pronounced the "Bamboo and Stone" that can be passed down through the ages, but what about it? Shouldn't he read a more profound and complicated poem?

  But An Zhiruosu just read out such a short two-cross poem.

  This is too simple.

  And it seems to be very general.

  There is no such feeling that makes the scalp numb or the body gets goose bumps.

  The masked poet Le Dongsheng also breathed a sigh of relief... It seems that the champion can be saved, right?

  Sure enough, "Jinse" and "Bamboo Rock" are not casually opened.

  Ten seconds after the chanting, "Quiet Night Thoughts" has also appeared on the big screen in the center of the stage.

  Under everyone's doubts, An Zhiruosu spoke again.

   is responding to Qi Fang, and also responding to the live audience and hundreds of thousands of viewers in front of the TV.

  He only said four simple words: "Read it a few times."

   Then, all the audience chanted the poem that had been projected on the big screen again, twice, or three times.

  The more they read, the more they felt shocked.

  Yin Ziye is thirty-two years old this year. He lives in a rural area and has been wandering in Hezhou for work reasons.

  Yin Ziye is more interested in literature, so after the century war between An Zhi Ruo Su and Happy Life began, he bought a ticket to watch the competition as soon as possible.

  He is sitting in the front row of the venue.

  Like the public, when Yin Ziye first saw the poem "Quiet Night Thoughts", he also felt very ordinary.

   But he was very cooperative and read the poem on the big screen several times.

  The first time I read it, I only felt normal, the second time I felt catchy, and the third time I felt a sense of picture emerge...On the fifth time, Yin Ziye's eyes suddenly began to tremble.

   "I, I, I miss home!" Yin Ziye said, with a little trembling and weeping in his voice.

  It's not just Yin Ziye.

  There were more than 5,000 people in the entire venue, and hundreds of thousands in front of the TV. After reciting the poem several times, everyone was not calm.

   "I feel homesick too."

   "It seems that this poem is a bit different, I feel that the more I read it now, the smoother it gets."

  "Not only does the reading get smoother, but it also has a sense of picture. It seems that the scene has already appeared before my eyes."

  The audience began to mutter to themselves.

  Above the stage.

   Qi Fang in a red robe also blinked a few times, and she also faintly noticed the weirdness of this poem.

  It’s just normal at first, but it’s not bad after hearing it, and it’s a bit of flavor after hearing it again.

  Qi Fang didn’t know how to evaluate this poem, she handed the camera to the three mentors on the mentor bench.

  Among the three mentors, Su Yuqi was the first to speak, because she has more research on this kind of emotional poetry.

  Su Yuqi looked at the short five-character quatrains on the big screen, the beautiful crescent brows became a ball, she racked her brains to think, and then she said:

  "This is a very simple poem, without any gorgeous rhetoric, but in a very plain narrative tone. So when I first heard it, it felt really ordinary."

   "The more you listen and read, the more you feel that something is wrong, the more you feel that the whole poem is full of meaning."

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  (End of this chapter)