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Ten pavilions.

The literati is different.

Some people are confident that someone is nervous, some people have helpless, their respective questions seem to be on the face.

in.

Seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen has returned to the state, and the mouth hangs a touch of smile. The handsome posture is too biased, and it seems that it has been unpleasant to be contemptuous before.

Tentourtift.

Hua Wei's understanding of the long shirt, the mind is standing, the spirit of the literary, the momentum of everyone!

The judges.

Anung is aesthetic: "Please ask all the famous people to visit each other, consciously, can take the initiative to quit."

Suddenly.

The big pavilions spread each other's works in the hustle and bustle.

In the process of reading, everyone looked at the poems made by others in the pavilion, some people sigh, some people were unexpected, some people were in the face, some people praised ...

"Good poem!"

"good words!"

"Show ugly!"

"Acknowledged!"

"Humbled!"

"Brotherhood article!"

"I don't understand this poem!"

"There are allusions in this!"

All the big panels are blown by the business, and some people are fighting with the red earliness of others. It seems that they are better, and finally the big pavilions take the initiative to quit, most people choose to let the judges to referee, this Some people have saved a bit of luck. After all, the poems have a certain degree of ideal elements. Everyone has their own understanding, unless it is pure horizontal rush, otherwise the difference is not that, It is precisely because of this reason, the poetry conference will come to so many judges!

certainly.

It also has no controversy.

For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone comes to the intersection of Shu Ziwen;

For example, in the tenth pavilion, everyone has the same hand to the flower guard, and a self-launch is not as good as the wind.

Another example is the third pavilion ...

Excellent people have it.

The medium merchants are also.

When confirming the list of active quit, the organizer finally arranged the staff to collect the poems of the literati, invited the eight judges to judge the major pavilions for poetry.

At this time.

Some people noticed that the judges did not return, he actually stood there, and the whole person is like a monk ...

sculpture?

The judges can't help but remind: "He Qinghuan teacher, we should conduct poetry judges!"

He Qinghuan did not move.

It seems that I have not heard it.

Qin Xiaoxiao frowned, and the heart is a weird, followed by the opening: "He Qinghuan?"

He Qing Huan still did not move.

He stared at the poem of the fish.

Everyone on the spot can't help but looked at each other, and the lane is coming, I don't know why He Qinghuan will become so strange.

"He Qinghuan teacher!"

The staff simply ran to call him in front of him, this only did He Qinghuan ...

Wake up?

correct.

It is awakening.

He seems to be the magic, and it is reminded by the staff at this time.

Zhang Zhang did not.

He Qinghuan seems to want to talk, but suddenly think of what is like, while laughing, I will go to the judge:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His laughter is getting bigger and bigger, when he returns to the judge, the laughter has already appeared.

Is this amatience crazy?

Several judges were shocked by He Qinghuan.

The eyes of the literati are even more unsubstably.

What do you have to do it in the end, let He Qinghuan so abnormal?

obviously.

He Qinghuan is related to the midfish.

He looked at the poetry that had just made, and then became this sample.

Live shots will play suspense.

From the beginning to the end, there is no positive shooting of any poem.

......

Don't say the scene at this time.

Even the audience between live broadcasts also feel inexplicable.

"What happened to He Qinghuan?"

"What did you write in the end?"

"I feel that after he read the things written by the fish, people are not alive."

"No matter this, the selection begins."

"Just a ten pavilion is a work of deficing Guild, I am very curious!"

"Shu Ziwen seems to have written the first poem."

"I will read it in a while."

"He Qing Huan, don't you sit down?"

"I have it!"

"The first two of the first pavilion came out!"

With the discussion of several judges, the winning work of the first pavilion has been selected.

The literati is excited!

Audience excited!

Everyone is no longer entangled in He Qing Huan's strange, only unlimited expectations in the heart!

"The topic of the first pavilion is, love!"

The so-called love, no matter today, it is a word that people can't get around.

Such a proposition, ancient and modern people are not famous, absolutely can't talk, more difficult to write, it is easy to have a good job.

at the moment.

There is indeed a masterpiece.

The judges Anlon 's eyes are stunning: "The winner is a flat ring and the teacher, and then we will ask our recite home to bring the masterpiece of the team!"

This is the poetry conference.

The program group deliberately invited a large number of recite houses, and the major wonderful works emerged in the poetry conference!

The voice of the judges fall.

One of the memories took poetry and began to recite, full of emotions, and perfectly showed the emotions of the poet.

"Chunshan rain wants, the sky is rare. The dead moon will be bright, don't tears, I will be slightly, the love is not, I will go back to the side: I still reward the green skirt, I'm a river."

moment!

The literati applause is like tide!

The live broadcast is climax!

"it is good!"

"This poem is amazing!"

"The first pavilion is deserved!"

"This is the top of Blue Star, and it is really disappointing, the first is so fried!"

"Flat Willing Teacher YYDS!"

"I once read the masterpiece of the Flat Willing, this teacher and his wife were very loving, wrote a lot of love for the other side, this is not the most cattle, I suggest you go to search" Swang people ", individual think that the one is still This top! "

"very touching!"

"Is there still it."

"Second, come out!"

As a excitement, the recitation begins to read the second poem of the first pavilion, which is also difficult for it.

then.

The third pavilion!

Fourth pavilion!

Fifth pavilion!

Within the top ten pavilions built in Lushan, each pavilion has elected two best poetry, which is a literary spirit!

This is the people's carnival!

Also is the carnival of the audience!

Countless poetry enthusiasts are excited!

Especially when the seventh pavilion, the poems made by Shu Ziwen have won the full house and cheers, and the judges and even can't help but stand in personally read this poem!

"what!"

"Shu Zi Wen is too handsome!"

"It is my male god!"

"No wonder the seventh pavilion before the seventh pavilion, I feel that Shu Zi Wen is a famous battle today, and will rise straight in the literary place!"

"I thought they were blowing each other in business!"

"I didn't expect them to be a true cattle, you are now who knows Shu Ziwen now !?"

"A group of big, fairy fight!"

"There are them, my Blue Star literary altar is insecting!"

"It's fast to the tipping!"

"The Tentang is the verse of Huading."

"Good guy, is the word!"

"Written written, it is" like a dream order "!"

"Hua Wei Ming teachers wrote more than one" like a dream ", very good at this format, don't know how this?"

In conversation.

The results of the tentourtift will be announced!

Hua Wei has no suspense to win the tenth pavilion, a "like a dream order", push the poetry conference to the biggest climax!

This first word has been praised by the seven judges!

Why is it seven?

Because He Qinghuan seems to be a bit not state.

On the scene, the applause is like a wave, but he is indifferent, but even a bit of laughter.

The audience has ignored him.

The literati is no longer concerned about He Qinghuan.

With the strangeness of He Qinghuan, everyone has guess.

Everyone thinks that He Qinghuan should be a poor mood.

Because is Qinzhou, he is also Qinzhou.

However, Yuki has now retired, and Qinzhou has lost a general, and the limelight of this poetry conference is almost concentrated in Zhaozhou!

Zhaozhou poetry is really prosperous!

The viewers and live audiences are completely intoxicated in the "like a dream"!

"really!!"

"The top of the big big is the final debut!"

"If the top ten pavilions are rogue, the teacher Guise Ming teacher ranked first, Shu Ziwen can rank first!"

"But others are not bad."

"Basically, every pavilion has a stunning masterpiece!"

"So say!"

"What is the mood!"

"He is really not enough to judge."

"You say that I think I am still here, hahahaha, it is estimated that this will be self-closing, the literary world is not a song, I will take poetry in the literary world, now he still dares ratio. Dapeng, I dare to say that I can be a teacher !? "

The fans of the literati are counterattack!

Many people can't see the fish!

As for the neutral, it is very satisfied with the quality of the poetic conference, and there is no more refreshing fish.

One time.

People who support the sorrow felt and angry!

They have to admit that this group of literators in the Poetry Conference did have a level, even if it is a harsh and picky judge, it also shows a strong recognition of these poems.

but……

Their hearts are not willing to admit the sorrowful fish!

There is a fan of the sorrow: "What is the first of these poems?"

"Your understanding is like a bit problem."

There is a fan of a literary fan: "This is the proposition poetry, the literati is killed by the fraction of the creation, which is equivalent to the dance, free creation and this, you have to say, I believe in the judgment of the literati, the poem, the poem, is in advance, he certainly knows that the literati will question him, can have this position today, I don't think he is a fool, and he is self-contained Attention to the gas, but he has to hold a nine-day ability in the literary world, if you can't get it, is the poem becomes a pure self-propelled self-advertisement, a more shameful eyes? "

Depend on!

The fan of the fish is blowing!

Has people: "You don't know if the poetry creative is to work with art!"

The literati's fan is yin and yang weird: "It turned out that it was a real catcher, but the art processing, this is not tapped up?"

The literati's fans are also very uncomfortable.

I am sorry for countless literati, and the audience is silent.

At that time, the fan of the article was depressed, and this will certainly vent it!

......

One time.

The live and live broadcast are boiling!

The first round of the literati has no matter whether it is still a victory, it is full of smile. After all, the opponent is really strong, although it is defeated.

Furthermore, the first round does not represent the final result.

Before everyone was so embarrassed, now the literati took out the strength, did not live up to the audience, of course, it was worth having!

Shu Ziwen first chest!

Hua Wei is still handed out!

And when the applause of the scene gradually born, the judges who were desirable to start the second round, Huading suddenly opened:

"And slow!"

Everyone suddenly laughed.

Poetry Assembly premises a sentence "and slow", it is difficult to get ruthless, directly wrapped in the public, and slammed the judges.

At this moment.

He once again shouted "and slow", many people have guess his intentions, and suddenly there are countless gloats to look at a direction in the distance.

The direction of the fish.

There are a lot of manuscripts in front of the fish, can't see the above words, and the mackerel is still writing!

This makes a lot of literati smiles:

"Good guy."

"I'm really writing."

"I am afraid it is not satisfied with my work, so I will try again, and his mentality has been imbained."

"The waste of the one is quite spectacular."

"I don't know if I didn't write a picture."

"Seeing that he is still writing, it should be a satisfactory work yet."

"In fact, in his strength, it is not enough to write it, but we are proposition creation. He is free to create free creation. It is nothing more than to force a wave, but do not know, you don't know how to lose your face, Not to mention that he is still writing, it is obviously not to write good work. "

"hehe."

It is really a fool. I don't know if he wants to use this way, but unfortunately smart and smart mist.

......

Among the discussion.

Huang Director's headache looks to Huading: "What do you want to say?"

Hua Wei smiled: "I gave a look at the fish, but it seems that I have a good heart, I have tried to create, since he can freely select questions, you should be able to write a good poetry, don't read Out, let everyone appreciate it, and the eighty literati can give him a judge with several teachers on the stage, should it be qualified? "

Yellow Director bite the teeth.

Now this scene, I am not worth writing a good poem, because all big pavilions have good poems.

Moreover, all big pavilions are proposition creations.

And the fish is freely selected, and the space is not limited.

In this case, the poem written by the sorrow is better, and the literati will never say anything.

She thinks this now has quickly caught the past.

Who once I want to spend the defamation is not still ignored.

It seems that there is really a thorough embarrassment of the existence of speeches and the existence behind this group of literati and behind.

Mei she can't put it again.

So many eyes staring, there is still countless audience in the live broadcast, only hard to turn the head, the previous Yellow Director said that he has to recite in the poetry of the sorrow.

"Teacher Yuki?"

While the Yellow Director opened, the eyelids were slightly jumped, she certainly saw that the fish is still writing.

It seems that his mentality is imbained.

Because he has written close to half an hour.

After all, it is a young person. It is hit by such a blow, it is inevitable that it will fall into a stunned.

The Yellow Director sighed.

Shu Ziwen saw the lens seems to have to go to his position, faint: "Time seems to have been for a long time."

He is reminding the audience:

only is free to choose the topic, but also create a timeout.

"Hey."

The viewer who hates the mackerel is a timely, and there is a barrage.

"Is there a waste of that place?"

"I didn't write it half an hour?"

"Free choice topic is not inspired?"

"The top ten pavilions can be a twenty-minute proposition creation."

"The fan of the fish is dumb?"

"Continue."

It is still written, and everyone thinks he has not written a satisfactory work.

The full manuscript is the best proof, which should be a manuscript of the abuse of the abuse.

......

Huang Director is calling yourself.

Lin Yuan heard the pen and looked at the poetry manuscript, he did not sure how many articles were written.

all in all.

Should it be enough?

Read and this, Lin Yuan's pen.

The Fish Dynasty saw Lin Yuan's pen, and I looked at each other. I suddenly became lost, and that expression seems to have endless regret.

such a pity.

If the time is longer, it is fine.

"You see the group of stars."

Some literati smiled, and then all the literati smiled.

The response of the fish dynasty, the increasing proves, Jiang Lang.

The Yellow Director bites the lips: "What is the right manuscript of the teacher, you can choose the heart of the heart."

Poetry is still read.

Lin Yuan looked at the family and shook his head.

"Didn't write it out?"

The voice of the Huang Director is lost, and it is really like this.

Lin Yuan shook his head again, no answer, it seems to be a little tired, smash your wrist, then look at the fish Dynasty people:

"Is it row?"

Everyone wronned: "Too much, no row, only sorted into a small part."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan doesn't care: "Then you will read it random."

"I will come first, don't grab!"

Sun Yaoyhu directly packed a little "waste" by a small person, and silent towards the first pavilion.

This action makes the audience.

What's the meaning?

Have you written out?

How did this Sun Yao fire take a small taxi?

The first pavilion got the slap of the flat-loop flavor, and the sound of Sun Yao fire, the sound is very taste:

"Quality is not enough, the quantity is?"

The literati laughs, and the live broadcast is also laughter.

Sun Yaohu did not take care of anyone, just sat on the pavilion.

The lens is aligned with him.

Everyone stared at him.

Adjusted the microphone of the mouth, Sun Yao fire, sudden rang:

"Jin Siyong 50 strings! One strings Has! Hey! Nance! "

Li Shangyin debut!

There is no preparation in advance!

There is no recite the family's voice!

Sun Yaohuo's voice, only anger and hoarse!

Especially the last three words, Sun Yao is almost biting a teeth!

However, this angry and hoarse, this kind of word, but let him open the literati of the first pavilion.

His voice seems to have a ring!

Everyone feels the artistic conception of this poem and wonderful, and it is chewing these words!

moment.

The literati of the first pavilion has grown up his eyes, and the pupil is shrinking!

at the same time.

The literati of other pavilions is Zhang Da's mouth!

The judges.

Seven judges stayed with wood!

He Qinghuan, the eighth judges, did not have a smile accident, but the wrinkles on his face were crazy, like laughing, like anger, hands holding!

Live interior.

The audience is even more comfortable, this is a perfection of the artistic conception in an instant!

In the center of the venue.

The expression of the Yellow Director is full of surprises!

Write out! ?

! ?

Love is a question, this is a perfect love poem, high out of the flat ring, do not know a few big realm!

Candle fire and the moon!

Seven Pavilion.

The spirit of Shu Ziwen was actually awkward, and he opened: "It is the best of the free selection ..."

His voice did not fall.

Sun Yao fire sounded again!

He has placed the first manuscript, and this is actually the second manuscript:

"Silent in the west floor, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep hospital locks the autumn. Cut is constant, the reason is still chaotic, it is not a general taste."

!

Meet each other!

This time is not a poem.

Written like a flat ring!

Sun Yao fire has been calm than before.

However, his voice is still powerful, even if this poem doesn't need to recite loudly ...

Second!

Inexplicable.

The chicken skin is full of literati!

Shu Ziwen was swallowed back in the left!

Several judges began to sit on, twisting their butt, as if the chair below the butt is a bit tiered?

He Qinghuan stood there and looked at the judges.

He wanted to know when they dared to sit!

He doesn't sit!

Because he dares!

Because he feels that he does not match!

This is why he never willing to fall after he is coming back from the sorrow!

Studio.

I don't know when the barrage is, quietly calm.

The Huang Director didn't look at Sun Yaohuo, but suddenly turned to turn, look at the calm Lin Yuan!

Is it ...

A terrible guess is suddenly emerged in the hearts of the Yellow Director!

"A cut plum!"

Sun Yao fire almost did not pause the third opening:

"Red scorpion and jade, autumn. Look at Luo Chang, alone in the Lanzhou. Who sent a book in the cloud? Yan Zi returned, the moon is full of waters. A kind of joys, two. This love is no more eliminated, and only the eyebrows, but I am in my heart. "

Don't die, you!

His heart seems to have a beast in the roaring: "Pub!"

In the eyes of the literati, Sun Yaoyu founched the fourth time:

"The smell of the chrysanthemum smoke, the swallow is cold, the swallows are flying. Mingyu is not hurting. The slope is to Xiaoyu. Last night, the West is withered. Also on the high building, look out of the world. Want to send color Questional size. Where is the mountains in the mountains.

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Some people began to raise their hands, it seems to have a head!

Sun Yao is looking at the lens. There is no direct opening of this question: "Slim clouds, flying clocks, Yinhan Darkness. Jinfeng Yu Lu is changing, the victory is countless. Small, goodness, good time Such as dream, take care of the bridge. If the two feelings are long, it is, and the DPRK is! "

Love poem!

Love poem!

Still love!

"Dongfeng night flowers thousand trees, blow, star like rain. BMW carvit is full of road." Take the sound, the jade pot, the one-night fish Dragon dance. Moth Snowy willow gold, laughter is dark. Looking for him thousands of Baidu. He looked back, the man is, the light is too beautiful! "

Not dead! ?

Sun Yaoyuan looked to Lin Yuan's direction: "I want to know with Jun, no life, no life, the mountains, the river, the winter thunder, Xia Yu Xue, the sky, is dare to be a king!"

"six……"

Some people are unbelievable, but they can't finish the words, as if they are completely lost, this is already the sixth love poem of the sorrow!

Every one!

Can shook ancient and modern!

But is it useful to shout?

Sun Yaohuo's gaze is like penetrating the lens, looking at all live broadcasts:

"Yang Liuqing Qingjiang level, Wen Langjiang sang songs. The west of the west of the east, there is no clear, but there is sunny."

Seventh!

Liu Yuxi out!

Zhang Jiuling is also in the moon:

"The sea is born in the sea, the end of the world. Lovers resentful night, even the evening, the candle is full, the clothes are full, the clothes, the clothes, the giving, the gift, still sleep,"

Silent!

It seems that the whole world is still quiet!

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

Sun Yaoyhu took the tenth pavilion everyone's reaction, and the rhythm of the poem was like never stopped: "Today, this door, the human face peach blossoms. I don't know where people go, the peach blossom is still a spring breeze!"

Peach blossoms laugh in the spring breeze!

I am laughing!

Sun Yao is unprecedented before:

"It is difficult to come, the Dongfeng is unable to do. The spring silkworms go to the dead silk, the wax torch is brought into the tears. Xiaoshi, but the clouds are changed, the night should be a cold. Pengshan is going to do more And the young bird is attentive as a look. "

The ninth is coming.

Will the tenth will be far away?

"Jun knows that there is a husband, give a boring of the pearl. I am in Hong Luoxi. I am in Hong Luo. The godhouse is in the Yuanyuan, the good people enlighten the bright light. Know the king, such as the sun, the husband swearing the same life and death It is still a double teardown, and it is not married. "

This is tenth!

Ten people in the first pavilion!

The rolling bureau of ten fish!

However, today's fight is not possible to satisfy: "Once the sea is difficult for water, there is no Wushan is not a cloud. Take the flowers lazy review, half of the road."

Sun Yao laughs!

If you have a wine!

He thinks, but still thinking:

"Lin Huayai has a spring red, it's too hurried, helplessly come to the cold and rain. Rouge tears, stay in the drunk, how many times is it?

The eleventh!

This is definitely not the end!

"The sky is cool, like water, sitting in the morning glory". "

"Red beans are born in the South, spring will send a few branches. I hope that Mo will pick up, this thing is the most important thing ..."

"I live in the Yangtze River, I will live the Yangtze River ..."

"...... Curtain Xi Feng, people are thinner than yellow flowers ..."

"When there is a poor in the horizon, I only have endlessness ..."

"If life is only like the beginning, what is the autumn wind, sadness, ..."

"Mountain, the water is one-round ..."

"One generation of one generation, two ecstasy, two ecstasy ..."

"Ten years of death, two people, do not think, self-discussing ..."

"Empossing the ancient injury, more, cold, cold autumn! What is the wine? Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Moon. This will be a good life. There is a thousand style, why do you say?

"Look for , cold and clear, miserable ... this time, how do you have a word !?"

Twenty-two!

The whole twenty-two poem!

Sun Yao fire finally stopped!

on site.

It's already dead!

There is poetry cloud:

Cold and clear and clear!

Top ten pavilions in Lushan, how can a typison?

Live room, except exclamation mark, or exclamation mark!

It's already crazy!

The audience has no time to say too much!

No one can describe his mood in words, everyone is shocked!

Sudden room.

Heavenly sounds a sudden sound!

It was actually thunder!

Ring in everyone's heart!

The judges can't sit again!

They got up, panic, as if the ass is fire!

next moment.

Rain dropped to the world.

Early!

Early!

It turned out to be across!

Silk, but also densely numb!

......

There is a fire!

Rain drops into fire.

!

Hot!

I don't know when, everyone's eyes looked at the sorrow.

The Yellow Director did not know when to stand on Lin Yuan, and a high-quality woman with a high weight of him.

The mackerel is calm.

Some people notice that he is still kneading his wrist.

The manuscript has been bundled by the first time.

Sudden.

Jiangxi laughed: "I am from me."

In the eyes of everyone, the Jiangxi came to the second pavilion.

"Are you ready?"

Unlike Sun Yaohuo, Jiangxi laughs, a sentence, but the second pavilion is full of color!

Unfortunately, this can't stop the fish, just like they can't stop this sudden rain!

"I don't see you!"

Jiangxi Station in the pavilion, pointed to this sky: "The water of the Yellow River is coming, and you will not return it to the sea. Children will change the wine, and sell people in the same way ... "

Li Taibai!

Poetry double!

Some of the poems of poetry were deleted and changed by Lin Yuan, and it became compliant with the historical facts of the Blue Star. The essence of the content was all reserved, so Su Dongpo also debuted:

"Waves the waves, the people of the ages ..."

"... compete, compete, surprise a beach gull ..."

"It's hard to get it, it's hard to go to you ... a husband is a relationship, Wanfu is ..."

"White hair is three thousand feet, the fate is like a long ..."

"... Luoxia and lonely fly, autumn water is a long day ..."

"With the monarchy, it will become a harder ..."

"Sunday is drunk, three thousand passengers, a sword is cold and eight continents ..."

The problem is not important, the order is disrupt, but the big pavilions can find the corresponding poetry!

Break the problem!

Break the problem!

Still a comment!

Perfectly accurate scales, shocking the poems of the world, if this is the battle of the literary gods, today is the dusk of the gods!

"I am coming to me!"

"I am coming to me!"

"The next is me!"

......

The third pavilion.

"Ten steps kill one person, don't stay in a thousand miles. Everything goes out, hidden and name!"

"Abandon me, the day of yesterday is not staying; chaotic my heart, today's day is more annoying ... I want to go to Qingtian Mingyue ..."

"After the Yangtze River, the waves push the waves ..."

......

The fourth pavilion.

"The flower path does not have a manner, and the door is open to Jun ..."

"... The sunset is infinite, just near dusk ..."

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here……"

......

......

Seventh pavilion.

"... Ande Guangxia, thousands of people in the world, the world, the cold, the wind and rain are not moving as the mountain. Hey! When is it in front of this house, I am uniquely frozen is also enough!"

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here……"

"Sunshine incense burner is purple smoke, the waterfall is hanging in front of the Sichuan, the flow of flowers, three thousand feet, suspected that the Galaxy falls nine days!"

......

......

Tentourtift.

"The Cao's body is from the name, not the River Wheavre" ... "

"Eight hundred miles are divided into , fifty-string swings ..."

"... Tour, several romance characters, still see this DPRK !!"

......

Everyone of the Fish Dynasty came out!

They walked towards the top ten pavilions!

Inside the pavilion!

They have their own recitation!

The lens is crazy to switch!

In his way, he did not know this moment, he had suppressed the Blue Star literary world!

It seems that it is an illusion.

Lin Yuan saw the top ten pavilions, there were countless vain in the flying!

Some people dance in silk bamboo;

Some people are in the late madness;

Some people have a chest milk to eat food;

Someone bets permitted by the candlelight;

Someone walks in the avenue;

Someone is in the courtyard dance sword, and even someone is in the Qinglou ...

Tianchao thousand ancient romantic people, do our best!

......

......

The Thunder has passed through the sky, the rain sands, everyone is awkward, this scene will always engrave in the hearts of the world!

Gossip!

Green!

Bashed!

This is the literati's face.

The judges hold their desktop with their mouths, and they have no one dare to speak.

Just at this time.

The tenth pavilion.

Summer is in the last poem, this is the first hundred and ninety poem today, as if it is a judge, it seems to be a literati, as if it is to tell the audience: "Spring is not open first, which insects Do you dare to work? "

......

......

Lin Yuan got up.

Trend people.

The literati is in the pavilion, but some people are not refunded, and the rain outside the pavilion is wet.

"Age, I am not as good as you."

"Poetry, you are not as good as me."

!

Some people lose weight!

!

Shu Ziwen was trembling, Hua Wei was trembling, the judges were trembling, the audience trembled, everyone was trembling!

Shock?

As early as possible!

The Poetry Conference has not ended yet!

......

......

Program group.

Children's book inexplicably thought of the name of this program.

Not called what Lushan Poetry Conference, but should be called fish you in the same way ...

Linyi travel! ! !

Lin Yuan waved: "I have a little sour, and you will dance again."

He is going to leave.

Improper judges, not for the players, don't do any championship.

It can be because of this, no matter who the champion of this session, it will become a joke.

Why not compete with everyone?

At this moment, everyone has their own answers.

Sudden.

Huang Director asked: "Is there anything I want to say?"

Lin Yuan laughed, and he walked out a poem while going in the mouth, just the second hundred he did not come today:

"How is the Zongfu? Qilu Qing is not there."

"The creation of the god show, yin and yang cut."

"Suspension Zeng Yun, decided to return to the bird."

"Will be the top, a list ... All! Mountain! Small!"

The last three words came out, Lin Yuan has been far away, followed by the people of the fish dynasty, left people left.

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PS: These days say that the whiteness is intentionally broken up nausea readers, but the number of words is really trying to, so the mentality is a bit explosion. I didn't look at the next chapter. No author will deliberate disgusting readers, and finally finished writing this Drama, 200 poems, may have a little water, no water will spit, XXX has no card, do not match you, too difficult, brother Meng, see it in these days, still work hard On, you can seek a monthly ticket is not (all the starting point of the author will sell acknowledgment)! By the way, explain to everyone, the protagonist called Lin Yuan, is because of the three words of the coming, there is a famous: When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.