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Under the amazed gaze of the audience.

Su Chen spoke slowly.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?"

"Last night, there was an east wind in the small building, and the homeland can't bear to look back in the moonlight."

This song, which was well-known in the previous life, made everyone fall into awe.

That feeling of sadness and remorse permeated the entire stage.

It is different from the song "Will Enter the Wine" that is full of free and easy and heroic.

Su Chen's poem is full of sadness inside and out.

A line of carvings and jade bricks is still there, but Zhu Yan has changed, which shows how many people feel sentimental about the right and wrong in people's hearts.

And the end of the poem.

Asking how much you can worry, it is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

This line of poetry also deeply sighed the audience.

"Su Chen's talent is indeed terrifying."

"I originally thought Brother Chen was only sad when he sang, but he didn't mention that the poems he wrote were also so sad!

"Is this what you call an internet celebrity singer? It's ridiculous!"

"You shouldn't look at Su Chen with colored glasses, his talent is really scary.

Sigh a few words.

Without waiting for the audience to react.

Su Chen blurted out another brand new work.

"Young people don't know how to feel sad, they love to go up the stairs.

"Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words."

This equally lyrical poem was written by the Layman Jiaxuan in his previous life.

It is also a famous sentence through the ages.

When the poem ended, the audience fell into complete silence.

No one dared to speak loudly anymore.

At this moment, everyone was amazed by Su Chen's talent!

It was just a show, Su Chen came up with four poems.

And it’s all divine!

This poem also moved the audience and the professionals present.

In one sentence, it said that the sky was cool for autumn, and that kind of helplessness surprised everyone.

It seems to be frivolous, but in fact it is full of subtlety.

The feeling of deep sorrow and great sorrow was immediately felt by everyone.

Of course, compared to the audience, those professionals present were more shocked,

Compared with laymen, they obviously know how to appreciate.

For an ordinary poet, one or two representative works are already very powerful.

But what about Su Chen?

Four songs in a row are masterpieces!

It is much more difficult to write a good poem than to write a song.

But on Su Chen's side, those masterpieces don't even need money, one after another.

It seemed that they were all suspicious.

Is this poetry or Chinese cabbage?

Su Chen on the stage ignored the arguments of these people.

He drank the wine by himself and continued to speak.

"Liulian plays the butterfly dances from time to time, and the free-spirited warbler sings..."

"Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, while armor shines toward the sun with golden scales"

"Stop thinking about your homeland to your old friends, and try new teas with new fires, poetry and wine while you are young..."

"Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass..."

Countless classic poems are constantly being uttered from Su Chen's mouth.

These are the essence of those great poets in previous lives.

Every sentence is the kind that can be entered in a textbook.

The audience was already speechless in shock.

Is that human being?

Typewriters are not so fast!

No one suspects that Su Chen plagiarized.

Even if he does not admit that these poems are his own works.

But everyone thinks this is written by Su Chen!

Plagiarism?

Who can make Su Chen plagiarize?

Poetry is even more impossible, after all, Su Chen is a poetic fairy in their eyes!

"Could it be that Brother Chen's dream is real? There really is a Poetry Immortal."

"It's very possible. After all, besides Shixian, who can write so many works?"

"But with so many poems, it takes a long time to memorize them."

"It's reversed. Brother Chen doesn't need to memorize it, because he wrote it all on the spot."

"The old man Yan Lao also said that "Will Enter the Wine" is his work, that old thing, really shameless

No one dared to question Su Chen anymore.

This cannot be plagiarism. Looking at the entire literary world, who can plagiarize Su Chen?

Some people say that Su Chen has no talent?

If this is not considered talent, then who can be talented!

Poems that have been handed down through the ages are like Chinese cabbage to him.

One song after another, never stopped.

And those professionals now don't know what to say anymore.

At the beginning, each of them took out a pen and paper to copy.

I plan to frame Su Chen's work and hang it on the wall.

But slowly, some people couldn't bear it anymore.

Because, their hands are sore!

After copying for so long, some people's hands began to tremble!

Ever since, they thought of a way.

Everyone transcribes three works by Su Chen.

Then someone else takes his place.

Like a relay race, everyone took turns to copy.

But even so, there is still some haste.

Maybe these professionals usually have their eyes above the top, but at this moment in front of Su Chen, they are just like students.

They write down what the teacher reads!

No complaints.

No one dares to complain!

While copying, they also chatted.

"Old Chen, do you think we can be famous?"

"Should be fine, we're the first excerpt of such a good poem, and we can blow it up if we have something awesome in the future!"

"I'm going to hang this poem on the office when the time comes, and others will be amazed when they read it."

These people in the literary world feel that Bel has face.

Transcribe these poems for the first time!

It is the honor of their life!

They all understand that there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher.

Su Chen also proved himself with talent.

Therefore, they will be so emotional.

On the contrary, it was Yan Lao. At this time, he was a little panicked.

At the beginning, he stubbornly said that the song "Will Enter the Wine" was his own work.

But now?

With so many poems, if you say they are all your own works, will anyone believe them?

Yan Lao only felt that something was going to happen.

In this situation, everyone thinks that Su Chen is the original author of these poems.

But just now, Yan Lao had the cheek to say that he is the author of "Will Enter the Wine"!

Isn't this killing me!

Yan Lao is not the only one who has this kind of worry.

The same is true for Xiao Fengfeng who is far away in the magic capital.

Originally, he thought that Su Chen, a singer, could write poetry?

He even taunted Su Chen on the Internet, waiting to slap Su Chen in the face.

But now it seems.

The one who was slapped in the face should be himself.

Sun Fengfeng panicked.

He was completely panicked.

However, Su Chen is not clear about the thoughts of these two people.

He didn't bother to bother.

On stage, he was still immersed in his own world.

Read one sentence after another.

"Where is the township pass at sunset, the Yanbo River makes people worry..."

"Silently go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the autumn

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain..."

"The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and the romantic people of the ages..."

One after another.

The audience was too numerous to count.

There are all types of these poems.

There are lyric poems, poems about objects, and frontier battle poems.

When composing lyric poems, Su Chen fell into that kind of artistic conception, which made people unable to help but sigh with emotion.

When writing pastoral poems, the audience felt as if there was a picture in front of them, leisurely and brisk.

When writing frontier poems, Su Chen is like a general guarding the frontier, full of domineering aura, resisting thousands of troops by himself!

The works of poets, poets, poets and ghosts, all major literary figures, are constantly read by Su Chen.

The audience in the audience are listening carefully.

But Su Chen is still going on.

"Why don't you bring a Wu hook and charge Guanshan Fifty States..."

"Listening to the song of the king today, with a glass of wine, the spirit will grow...

"A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shade..."

"Quba once taught good people how to wear clothes, and every time they make up, Qiuniang is jealous..."

Hearing this, Dai Xiaomei in the audience suddenly froze for a moment.

This poem seems to be written by Su Chen!

that night,

When the two are hehehe.

Su Chen just recited the song "Spring Festival: A Moment is Worth a Thousand Gold".

Xiaomei Dai is sure that these poems are really made by Su Chen, and they are definitely not plagiarized!

Beside her, Lin Qingying was also a little excited.

Because in the "Water Tune Getou" just now, there is a poem with her famous minister.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Although not sure what it means.

However, it is beautiful!

Both women were in awe, and the professionals at the scene also began to sigh with emotion.

How old is Su Chen?

Early twenties!

And in his early twenties, he already has such a terrifying literary foundation.

This has been astonishing!

You must know that people in the literary world like them value experience and background the most.

Simply put, the older you are, the more respected you are.

why?

Because getting old means getting to know literature

But Su Chen is so young!

In their eyes, Su Chen is no longer an Internet celebrity anchor, a king of singers.

But a poet who is full of literary talents and disregards the worldly eyes!

In this show, he has completely become the protagonist.

No one paid any attention to the other guests.

Everyone looks like Su Chen.

"A new song with a glass of wine, last year's weather and old pavilions.....

"Reminiscing about the flute and fu in nostalgia, I went to the countryside to look for people from Lanke......

"I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and I would like to be Lian Lizhi in the earth..."

"Scattered into mud, crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains..."

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Su Chen seemed a little out of control.

The world that made him proud and miss him can no longer go back.

In his previous life, Chen also particularly liked these poems.

Because these are truly excellent works.

Represents the cultural heritage of China!

Every song in it is the essence handed down from the predecessors.

Since this world does not exist.

Then Su Chen, bring them here!

These poems, which haunt Su Chen in his dreams, keep echoing in his mind.

It is as much for the world as it is for himself.

Su Chen wants to prove it.

Even if he is the only one left!

Those poems that have been passed down through the ages will also be passed down!

This is no longer as simple as an ordinary poem.

It also represents the crystallization of Chinese culture for five thousand years!

At this moment, Su Chen seemed to be unconscious.

He stumbled when he walked.

looks drunk

very.

However, he is still articulate, and every word he speaks is clear.

".||To be a hero in life, to be a hero in death..."

"There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king doesn't know..."

"Looking back at Gongjin's time, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and she was so majestic..."

"The good fortune may be intentional, so teach the bright moon to be exquisite.......

The audience is naturally not clear about Su Chen's gratitude.

In their eyes, these are all works of Su Chen.

Naturally, they didn't know what was going on in Su Chen's mind.

But when Su Chen recited these poems, the audience did not stop.

The professionals at the scene were copying frantically.

The audience in the live broadcast room turned on the screen recording and kept recording.

Each of these poems has been handed down through the ages.

But in Su Chen's place, it's the same as not needing money!

It's different from when I procrastinated reciting the song "Will Enter the Wine" just now.

In ten minutes, Su Chen has written thousands of poems.

These poems, other people may not be able to write one in a lifetime.

Only those poets, poets and other people can create it.

The audience has been completely numb.

"Su Chen is still exporting, he is still exporting!"

"How on earth did he manage to create so many songs.

"Am I the only one who pays attention to Brother Chen's drinking capacity? It's really terrifying."

"This is a pitiful night, it's really great to ask the ghosts and gods without asking the common people!"

"Mr. Counting, why don't you count?"

"Mr. Count (got it) is dead, haha."

There are dozens of poems, none of which are repeated.

And there are all types.

Other poets generally have a fixed style.

For example, some are good at pastoral poetry, and some are good at poetry about things.

But Su Chen can be of any type.

It can even be said that Su Chen is a moving poetry collection!

"Badong Three Gorges, Wu Gorge is long, three ape cries and tears stain the clothes..."

"Who in the cloud sends brocade books, when the wild goose characters come back, the moon is full on the west building..."

"The spring wave green under the bridge of sadness, it was once the shadow of Jinghong..."

"On a moonlit night at the twenty-fourth bridge, where can the jade man teach me how to play the flute..."

Su Chen still didn't stop.

It's been a while.

Su Chen stopped slowly under the numb eyes of the audience.

With a touch of drunkenness.

Su Chen spoke slowly.

"How many poems?"

Upon hearing this, a balding professional spoke up.

"Just, just ninety-nine poems!"

He has been recording them one by one, and he remembers them perfectly.

Su Chen also nodded.

"The last poem is for you." He suddenly said to Yan Lao.

Yan Lao was taken aback for a moment.

And the audience also froze for a moment.

Still have a poem to send to Yan Lao?

Yan Lao was so shameless just now, insisting that he is the author of "Will Enter the Wine".

Now get slapped in the face.

And Su Chen not only didn't care about anything, but also said that there is a poem for him?

This result highlighted everyone's expectations.

On stage, Su Chen looked drunk.

But his mind is still very clear.

Dang even spoke.

"The two of them are talking about each other, and the flowers are blooming, cup after cup."

"I'm drunk and want to sleep, and I'll go..."

Having said this, Su Chen suddenly stopped.

Then the topic changed: "Go, Innima's!"