Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 196 The Emperor's Poem

On the stage, Khan was brewing emotions, and there was a long-term intention in his chest that was accumulating and expanding.

Interrupting Landsea's meeting for 10 minutes, he felt, was the most correct on-the-spot decision he had ever made in his life.

For the next poem, without the 10 minutes of pondering and scrutiny in the halftime, he can only show [-]% of its charm.

With these 10 minutes, he thinks he can exert [-]% of its power.

Although it is only [-]% more, Khan is already very satisfied.

With a little more skill, this poem may give the audience the feeling of several times the gap effect.

Before the recitation began, a majestic picture emerged in Khan's mind.

In late autumn, there was a man standing alone at the head of Juzizhou. His back was tall and boundless, as if occupying the entire painting.

In the cold autumn, he left the world and was independent, watching the surging Xiang River rushing northward.

The thousands of mountain peaks in the distance have all turned red at this moment, and the layers of forests seem to have been dyed.

The river is clear and clear, and big ships are braving the wind and waves, vying to be the first.

Eagles are flying in the vast sky, fish are swimming in the clear water, all things are vying to live a free life in late autumn.

Life is precious, love is expensive.For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away.

Facing the vast universe, that tall figure made a deafening voice: Who should rule this vast and vast land?

He is like a strong man who climbed to the top alone, the sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and I am the peak when I climb to the top of the mountain.

Invincible, how lonely.

He thought of traveling here with his friends, and recalled the unyielding and extraordinary years in his heart.

At that time, he was in the prime of his life, full of vigor, full of ambition, vigorous in book business, and dared to be the first in the world.

What kind of prince will Xiangning?

Are they born noble?
Do not!
Looking at us back then, we were invincible and unstoppable. The waves hit in the middle of the river suppressed all the speeding boats.

On the right side of the stage.

Yang Lizi and others in the judges' seat held the manuscripts that had been recited before, and looked at Khan in the middle of the stage.

What poems do Khan rate so highly?
Before that, every time a poem was recited, Khan and Xingruo would compliment each other before starting.

Since it's a compliment, don't take it too seriously, it's just a polite remark.

But now, Khan's assessment has crossed the line.

Was secretly bribed?
You know, his eccentricity will affect the voting results of the people in the audience.

It will even affect the choices of their five judges.

People have preconceived psychology.

Psychological research shows that the order in which external information is input into the brain cannot be ignored in determining the cognitive effect.

The information entered first has the greatest effect.

The information entered last also plays a larger role.

When different pieces of information are combined, people always tend to pay more attention to the previous information.

Even if people pay the same attention to the latter information, they will think that the latter information is non-essential and accidental, and people are accustomed to interpreting the latter information according to the former information.

offstage.

Khan's sincere praise made everyone prick up their ears.

What kind of poems made Khan put aside his fairness, favor one over another, and blatantly favor one another?

next moment.

Khan began to recite: "Qinyuanchun Changsha"

His voice is clear and powerful, and every word is deeply imprinted in the hearts of the audience.

"Independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Juzizhou."

Khan seems to have deep feelings and understanding for every word, and the image of the protagonist, Independence Hanqiu, jumped out immediately.

A ray of light flashed in Yang Lizi's eyes, and the loneliness of the protagonist seemed to hit her face.

This is the loneliness that people on the top of the mountain have, not the loneliness that is not needed.

Guo Qing was surprised, and felt the aura of a king, as if he had come through time and space.

"Looking at the red mountains all over the world, the forests are all dyed; the rivers are full of green, and hundreds of boats are competing for the flow.

Eagles strike the sky, fish fly in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frosty sky compete for freedom. "

The rhythm of Khan's recitation is very strong, the voice fluctuates smoothly, the picture is very strong, and it is very comfortable to listen to.

Lao Zeng was immersed in a colorful and vibrant picture of the Xiangjiang River in cold autumn, and enjoyed it very much.

"Melancholy, ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs?"

This sentence is like a stone breaking the sky, showing the hero's aura of giving up to me. He seems to be the king of the world, looking down on all directions.

Khan's recitation was full of passion at this moment, and everyone was involuntarily infected by him, full of pride, and their chests blew out.

"Brought a hundred couples to travel, and recalled the past years."

At this moment, the emotions of the listeners are different.

Yang Lizi recalled her official career overcoming obstacles, and it was still like yesterday.

The years have passed, and they will never return.

Guo Qing felt lost, now that the years are quiet and the air of twilight is lingering, how can there still be the flames of passion burning in the past, which seems to be able to burn the sky.

Passion and vigor are long gone, the world is the world of young people.

Xiang Qiang's eyes were a little dull. In the most extraordinary year, he pissed three feet against the wind and killed hundreds of people in a month.

Now peeing a shoe in the wind, it's getting late.

"Qia's classmate is a young man, in his prime of life; he is full of scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Qiu.

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat? "

The audience seems to be in the world of poetry, unwilling to wake up.

No matter how old you are here, you are willing to start your life all over again.

There are too many lifelines to correct.

Even Liu Qianqian, who is most satisfied with the status quo, hopes to go back to the year she just graduated.

That year, she entered Taohuahu Middle School and became a music teacher in Class [-].

It was also in that year that she met the treasure boy Prince Hao.

Unfortunately, at that time, she did not find his treasure.

As a result, for the next four years, they had no intersection and disappeared into each other's world.

Liu Qianqian almost forgot the existence of such a person. If it wasn't for the night of the arch bridge, the him in her memory would be completely overwritten by more and more memories in the future, and she would never be brought up again.

In less than 10 minutes, Khan had a deep understanding and comprehension of "Qinyuanchun.Changsha", fully integrated himself into the poem, and interpreted what it wanted to express almost perfectly.

His partner Xing Ruo secretly exclaimed, this is a top-notch host with profound broadcasting skills and recitation skills.

Compared with Khan, not only is she inferior in on-the-spot adaptability, but also in reciting skills.

"At this moment, this poem is so suitable for the occasion!" Liu Zixuan couldn't help admiring.

Friends such as Xiang Qiang and Zeng Zhiguo on the side also had to nod their heads.

The author's arrogance and momentum are like mighty heavenly power.

It has the potential of imperial poetry.

The eyes of Yang Lizi, the old lady of the Liu family, flashed slightly. This poem was most likely written by the boyfriend of her granddaughter Liu Qianqian.

(End of this chapter)