As the top host in the country, Zhu Chen is also a top recitation master.
He recited a poem titled "Remembering the Past at Red Cliff". His cadence and emotional words made everyone present intoxicated.
One had to know that the people present were either famous writers or editors and chief editors who had been in the industry for many years. Their appreciation of poetry far exceeded that of ordinary people.
They could naturally tell that this poem was a classic.
Zhu Chen finished reciting the poem in a gentle tone, but everyone present was still intoxicated by the artistic conception just now, unable to extricate themselves.
At that moment, it was as if they had returned to the Red Cliff battlefield of the Three Kingdoms Era. They saw the heroic Zhou Yu of the Eastern Wu, the peerless beauty of the Big Qiao and the Little Qiao, and…the intoxicated expressions of the crowd. Tang Wenzhong smiled.
It was the happiest thing to share such a classic poem with everyone.
Unfortunately, there was no background music, which made the recitation of the poem slightly flawed.
After a long time, everyone finally came back to their senses.
They looked at Lin Yuan with shock, envy, and emotion. In short, their expressions were complicated. Even they themselves couldn't imagine how to describe their expressions.
"What a joke. If even such a poet is rejected, then what are we?”
"Didn't you hear? This was some despicable person taking revenge!”
"What a good poem. Hearing this poem, I'm willing to shorten my lifespan by three years.”
"Unfortunately, there's no wine. Otherwise, drinking a cup would definitely be the most beautiful thing.”
"I really didn't expect Anyang to be such a person. If Elder Tang didn't appear, wouldn't Lin Yuan, the poet, suffer an injustice? People like An Yang really did a lot of harm.”
Hearing the words coming from the surroundings, An Yang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His face had already turned extremely dark.
They were praising Lin Yuan again. Why? Why were they praising Lin Yuan?
An Yang's heart was filled with dissatisfaction and depression.
In his opinion, Lin Yuan was just lucky enough to write such a poem, and it wouldn't be long before his true colors were revealed.
Never in An Yang's dreams would she have thought that Lin Yuan would be accepted by the surrounding writers with just a single poem.
At this moment, Tang Wenzhong spoke.
He said,"The reason why I didn't bring out Lin Yuan's work immediately is because I'm afraid of scaring all of you. At the same time, I'm also afraid that his work will spoil the judges 'taste buds. You can imagine how the judges would feel if they saw your works after seeing Lin Yuan's 'Remembrance of the Red Cliff'.”
As soon as Mr. Tang finished speaking, the writers at the scene fell silent.
One could imagine that if the judges were to review their works after reading this poem, it would be a disaster for their works.
Actually, when Anyang started targeting Lin Yuan, Elder Tang had already entered the venue.
Old Tang had seen everything that had happened. He was very shameless about Anyang's character.
Elder Tang continued,"Among the 100 shortlisted authors, Lin Yuan is ranked first. As for you, Anyang, you are ranked last. Anyang, I don't know what qualifications you have to look down on Lin Yuan just because of his identity as an online author.”
After hearing Elder Tang's words, almost everyone's eyes were focused on An Yang.
At this moment, Anyang wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. This time, she had lost a lot of face.
Especially when he saw everyone looking at him with disdain, An Yang felt even more uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the upcoming semi-finals, he might even have the thought of running away.
"I'm suddenly curious. Lin Yuan, what was the poem you used to win against Anyang?”Elder Tang turned to Lin Yuan and sized him up curiously before asking,"
Hearing Elder Tang's question, An Yang's vision went black. Her body swayed and she almost fainted.
He didn't look at the almanac when he went out this morning, right?
Otherwise, why would he be so unlucky to make a fool of himself in front of everyone and even be reprimanded by Mr. Tang in public?
Facing Old Master Tang, An Yang did not have the courage to contradict him.
Actually, it wasn't just Elder Tang. After witnessing Lin Yuan's talent, they were also curious about the poem. Although Anyang's character was not very good, she was able to become a best-selling poet in the country. Her poetry skills were not shallow. To be able to suppress Anyang in this aspect, what kind of poem was it? This was the doubt of many authors.
"Mister Lin, tell me about your poem.”
"That's right, Teacher Lin. We want to hear it.”
"A good poem should be appreciated together.”
Elder Tang smiled and said,
"Lin Yuan, be careful!”
Helpless, Lin Yuan could only say,""Then I'll tell you. There's a beauty in the south.”
He recited a sentence and paused for a moment.
Hearing this poem, everyone frowned.
It seemed that the first line of this poem was very ordinary. It could not be compared with the first line of "Nian Nujiao·Remembering the Ancient Red Cliff" at all.
Lin Yuan didn't mind when he saw the disapproving expressions on some people's faces. He wasn't a person who could make everyone like him. As
the top host in the country, Zhu Chen is also a top recitation master.
He recited a poem titled
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