N-M Chapter 342: Go Nima!
Chapter 342: Go Nima!
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Lin Yu said lightly.
"When, Chunhua and Qiuyue? Do you know my past?"
"The east wind blew last night, and it was hard to think of my hometown in the moonlight."
This song shocked everyone.
A sense of sadness and deep regret filled the audience.
It is completely different from the unrestrained and unrestrained style of "Will Enter the Wine" before.
From the inside to the outside, this poem by Lin Yu is full of sadness~.
A line of writing is still there, but it was changed by Zhu Yan. This is a kind of sadness that no one can change.
And finally the end of the sentence.
Ask the king how much sorrow he has, just like a river of water, flowing from the east.
This poem resonates with everyone.
"Lin Yuzhi's talent is really terrifying."
"I thought Brother Chen was just singing a sad song, but now it seems that his poems are also sad!"
"This is the so-called Internet celebrity, what a joke!"
"You can't look at Lin Yu that way, his talent is really terrifying."
He sighed.
When everyone has not returned to God.
Lin Yu said a word again.
"You don't know sorrow when you are young, just for a higher level.
"I liked upstairs and wrote a poem."
This is also a poem by Jia Xuan.
This is a classic poem.
At the end of the song, there was a dead silence.
Everyone dared not speak out.
At this moment, everyone was amazed at Lin Yu's talent!
Just a performance, Lin Yu moved out four poems.
All excellent!
This sentence also moved everyone on the scene, including the professional players.
In one sentence, everyone was stunned.
Seemingly casual, but introverted.
Everyone immediately felt the worried mood.
However, compared to the fans at the scene, the professional players at the scene were even more amazed.
Compared with those laymen, their vision is obviously higher.
For ordinary poets, it is not bad to have one or two works.
But what happened to Lin Yu?
Four in a row, all of which are masterpieces!
A good poem is more difficult than a good work.
But Lin Yu's works are like free, one song after another.
This made them wonder.
Is this a poem or a Chinese cabbage?
Lin Yu didn't care about everyone's discussion.
He said while drinking.
"Butterflies dance and birds sing.
"Dark clouds cover the city, armor shines toward the sun, and breaks through thousands of miles."
"Don't think of my hometown, exchange new tea with new flames, replace my youth with poetry and fine wine."
"Qinghai is covered with snow, a lonely city, Yumen Pass."
Countless ancient poems have been repeated over and over again from Lin Yu's mouth.
They were the best lines he had ever heard in his life.
These words are enough to be included in textbooks.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Is he human?
Even a typewriter doesn't have such a speed!
No one questioned Lin Yu's plagiarism anymore.
Even if he doesn't want to accept it.
But in the eyes of everyone, this is definitely Lin Yu's handwriting!
Plagiarism?
How could Lin Yu be plagiarized?
As for poets, let alone, in their eyes, Lin Yu is a generation of celebrities!
"Could it be that in brother Chen's dream, there really is a poetic spirit?"
"It should be, after all, who is not a poet saint, who else can create so many works?"
"But these poems, I will remember for a long time."
"It's turned upside down. Brother Chen doesn't need to recite it anymore. He did it himself anyway."
"That old guy Yan Lao said that he wrote "Jiang Jin Jiu". This old guy is really shameless."
No one would doubt Lin Yu's words.
This is definitely not plagiarism. Looking at the entire literary circle, no one can plagiarize Lin Yu's works.
Someone said Lin Yu is a waste?
What kind of genius is this!
Those famous articles that have been handed down are like a Chinese cabbage to him.
Song after song.
At this moment, these experts were a little speechless.
At first, everyone wrote them down with paper and pen.
Prepare to frame Lin Yu's painting and then stick it on the wall.
But gradually, some people couldn't stand it anymore.
Their hands have already started to go numb!
After transcribing for a long time, some people have trembling hands!
So, they had an idea.
Everyone had to copy down all three of Lin Yu's poems.
...... Ask for flowers.
Then, there will be another person to replace him.
Like a relay, everyone takes turns recording.
However, this is too hasty.
Maybe those professional players are always proud and arrogant, but now facing Lin Yu, they are like a child of Common.
They will remember every word the teacher said!
Not a single one complained.
No one will have any complaints!
During the copying process, they were still chatting.
"Old Chen, can we have a fire?"
"That's not too bad. For such a poem, let's copy a paragraph first and pretend next time!"
"I'm going to write this in my office and wow everybody."
Those literati and inkmen were even more elated.
The first one copied this poem!
It's an honor!
Those who have mastered are teachers, and there is no good or bad in learning.
Lin Yu also used his talent to show the world his strength.
That's why, they feel that way.
But Mr. Yan is very anxious at the moment.
At the earliest time, he kept saying that his "Will Enter the Wine" was his.
But now?
If you say you wrote it, who would believe it?
Yan Lao had a bad premonition.
In the current situation, everyone thinks that Lin Yu wrote it.
But just now, this Elder Yan shamelessly said that he is the creator of "Will Enter the Wine"!
Looking for abuse!
Not only Elder Yan, but also the same.
Similarly, there is also Sun Fengfeng, who is in the magic capital.
He originally thought that Lin Yu, a singer, would not be able to compose poetry.
He also ridiculed on the Internet, wanting to humiliate Lin Yu.
But judging from the current situation.
This slap was originally his own.
Sun Fengfeng was very anxious.
He is really anxious now.
But Lin Yu didn't know what they were thinking.
However, he didn't care.
On the ring, he was still in a daze.
Repeated over and over again.
"Rimu Township, where is it?
"On the west tower alone, the moonlight is bright, in the lonely yard, in the lonely autumn."
"A piece of spring breeze, a piece of fallen leaves, and a piece of stars."
"The Yangtze River is rolling, the waves are turbulent, and heroes emerge in large numbers.