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However, this anger and hoarseness, this kind of word-for-word pause, actually made him frighten the literati in the first pavilion as soon as he opened his mouth.

His voice seemed to echo!

Everyone felt the artistic conception and magnificence of this poem, and chewed these words subconsciously!

moment.

The literati in the first pavilion all stared wide-eyed, their pupils shrinking!

at the same time.

The literati in other pavilions opened their mouths wide!

on the jury.

The seven judges were stunned!

As for the eighth judge, He Qinghuan, there was no surprise at all, but the wrinkles on his face were twisted together crazily, as if he was laughing or angry, and he held his hands fiercely!

in the live room.

The audience was full of astonishment and shock. This is a perfect chapter in which ordinary people can feel the artistic conception in an instant!

And in the center of the field.

Director Huang's expression was full of surprises!

It's written! ?

Xianyu really wrote it! ?

With the theme of love, this is a perfect love poem, which surpasses the level of the flat ring by several levels!

The difference between candlelight and bright moon!

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen was in a trance, and said to himself: "It's just taking advantage of the free topic..."

His voice never fell.

Sun Yaohuo's voice sounded again!

He had put the first manuscript aside, and now he was reading the second:

"Wuyan goes up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard. The autumn is locked. The cutting is constant, and the reason is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting. Don't let the general feeling stay in my heart."

Grace!

See you!

Not poetry this time.

Written like flat rings are words!

Sun Yaohuo's voice was a little calmer than before.

However, his voice is still full of power, even if this poem does not need to be recited aloud...

The second song!

inexplicably between.

Goosebumps are all over the body of the literati!

Shu Ziwen swallowed the rest of the words abruptly!

A few of the judges couldn't sit still, and they twisted their buttocks, as if the chair under their buttocks was a bit sticky?

He Qinghuan stood there, looking at the judges.

He really wanted to know how long they dared to sit!

He doesn't sit!

Because he dare not!

Because he feels that he is not worthy!

This is the reason why he has been reluctant to sit down since he came back from Xianyu!

Studio.

The bullet screen didn't know when it started, and it quietly calmed down.

Director Huang didn't look at Sun Yaohuo again, but suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Yuan with a calm face!

Is it...

A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Director Huang's heart!

"One cut plum!"

Sun Yaohuo spoke for the third time almost without a pause:

"The fragrance of the red lotus root and the remnant jade mat in the autumn. Lightly untie the clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone. Who in the cloud will send the brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west building. The flowers drift away and the water flows by itself. A kind of lovesickness, two leisurely places Sorrow. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart."

To die or not to die, you guys!

There seemed to be a beast roaring in his heart: "The magpie steps on the branch!"

In the stunned eyes of the literati, Sun Yaohuo spoke for the fourth time:

"The chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and the orchid are weeping dew. The curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not understand the bitterness of parting and hatred. The slanting light reaches the dawn and wears the vermilion house. Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. I want to send colors. Letters and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are wide, so you know where to go."

Swish.

Someone started raising their hands, as if they wanted to cover their heads!

Sun Yaohuo looked at the camera, and this time he spoke directly without even thinking about the title: "Slender clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far and dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, and the best days Like a dream, endure the magpie bridge to return. If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be there, day and night!"

love poems!

Still a love poem!

"Eastern wind blows thousands of trees at night, blowing down, and stars like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. Phoenix flute sounds, jade pot lights turn, fish and dragon dance all night. Moths, snow willows and golden strands, laughter and fragrance go away. I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place!"

Not dead yet! ?

Sun Yaohuo looked in Lin Yuan's direction: "I want to know you, and my life will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to die with you!"

"six……"

Someone opened his mouth in disbelief, but he couldn't finish the sentence, as if he lost his voice completely. This is Xianyu's sixth love poem!

Every song!

It can shake the past and the present!

But is calling six useful?

Sun Yaohuo looked through the lens like a lens, looking at all the audience in the live broadcast room:

"The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and the sound of singing on the Langjiang River is heard. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine."

Seventh song!

Liu Yuxi goes to war!

Zhang Jiuling is also nostalgic at the moon:

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment. The lover complains about the night, but lovesickness arises at night. When the candle is extinguished, the light is full of pity, and the clothes feel dewy. It is unbearable to give it away, and it is a good time to sleep and dream."

Silence!

It seems that the whole world is silent!

This is only the eighth song, you can't do it?

Sun Yaohuo had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions in the Tenth Pavilion, but the rhythm of his poems seemed to never stop: "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces of people complement each other. I don't know where the faces are going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze!"

The peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze!

I am laughing at you!

Sun Yaohuo's unprecedented pleasure:

"When we meet, it's hard to say goodbye. The east wind is weak and the flowers are gone. The silkworms in spring will die when they die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry. The mirror at dawn, but the clouds change at the temples, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. Pengshan has no way to go. , the blue bird is hospitable to visit."

The ninth is here.

Will the tenth be far behind?

"Knowing that my concubine has a husband, I will give my concubine a pair of pearls. Feeling your lingering love, I will tie it in the red Luoru. The concubine's house rises from a high-rise building, and the beloved man holds a halberd in the bright light. Knowing the king's heart is like the sun and the moon, and the husband vows to live and die together. Huanjun's Pearl is in tears, wishing to see her when she was not married."

This is the tenth!

Ten people in the first booth!

Xianyu crushed the game with one hit and ten!

However, today, a dozen can never satisfy Xianyu: "In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

Sun Yaohuo laughed!

If only there was wine!

He thought so, but still thinking:

"Lin Hua thanked the spring red, too hastily, and had no choice but to face the cold rain and the wind at night. Rouge tears, stay drunk, when will it be heavy? Naturally, people grow up and hate water and long east."

No.11 is up!

This is definitely not the end!

"The sky is as cool as water at night, sit and watch Altair Vega..."

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick..."

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River..."

"...The curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers..."

"When there is a limit to the ends of the earth, there is only endless love..."

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan..."

"A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water..."

"One generation, one pair for a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy..."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget..."

"Love has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing. The Qingqiu Festival is neglected! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. This year, it should be a good time for a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?

"Looking, looking, deserted, desolate, miserable... This time, why is there a word of worry!?"

22 songs!

A total of 22 love poems!

Sun Yaohuo finally stopped chanting!

on site.

Already dead quiet!

Xianyu has a poem that says:

Desolate and desolate, miserable and miserable!

The top ten pavilions in Lushan Mountain, how can there be a word of worry?

In the live broadcast room, besides the exclamation point, the barrage is still an exclamation point!

Already crazy!

The audience has no time to say too much!