Chapter 595

After Qin Nuo's impassioned recitation, the whole audience was silent.

The last sentence is "I can't help loving your great body, the position you insist on, and the land under your feet." Reverberates in the competition scene, also reverberates in everybody's heart.

All of the people present in this exciting recitation voice, eyes gradually lost, and even some dementia.

This poem was recited by Qin Nuo, and everyone was stunned.

Han Bingbing and the two judges stood up unconsciously when they heard half of it.

Watermelon will have rings, the face that ready to see Qin Nuo joke expression also condensed.

Such a big scene, this moment is a needle fell on the ground, people can also hear its voice.

It's so shocking, it's so amazing.

Just now, Han Bingbing was leaning on the chair with a microphone and a smile on his face.

But now the smile on his face has disappeared, replaced by surprise and consternation.

"Pa!"

The cold soldier accidentally meets the mineral water on the judges' table, which hits the microphone on the table.

There was a harsh sound, which was like a soul call bell, and called back the souls of all the people present from Qin Nuo's voice and poems.

"Pa Pa Pa....."

Scattered applause sounded like raindrops.

"Pa Pa Pa....."

It's getting louder and louder, just like the waves on the sea.

"Pa pa pa pa..."

The applause turned into thunder and tsunami, which seemed to overturn the roof of the whole studio.

"This..."

"This poem..."

"My Lord of the blue sky

"What did I hear and why was I so excited?"

"The soul trembles with it. I seem to hear life sing again“

All the people at the scene stood up, and some people even told Qin Nuo to come again.

Qin Nuo didn't speak and handed the microphone to Xiang Xiang.

After all, Xiangxiang is competing now. What he just recited is just a response to the cold soldiers.

"Xiangxiang, please repeat what dad just recited."

Xiangxiang nodded, picked up the microphone, and recited "to the oak tree" again with the child's unique voice.

Although I have heard it once, the audience at the bottom still has taste, just like listening to the duet of a musical.

All closed their eyes, quietly listening to the charm of this poem.

The scene, which was still noisy, suddenly quieted down again.

Everyone's face is lightened with infatuation, as if enjoying a feast of hearing and spirit.

He held his breath for fear that the breath would affect the sound of Xiangxiang's recitation.

When Xiangxiang finished his recitation again, all the people at the scene gasped.

Fortunately, this poem is not too long, otherwise these people would die at the scene.

All eyes led to the judges, and Professor Chen, who was in the judges, took off his thick eyes on his nose.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his tears.

Qin Nuo's modern poems remind him of his love.

Liu's mouth grew up and didn't make a sound for a long time.

The cold soldier, not to mention, sat on the chair like ashes.

Before Qin Nuo's recitation, he still clamored to criticize Qin Nuo's poems.

But this song "to the oak" let him how to criticize, from that word, that sentence to criticize.

Is this poem well written? That's great. Well, these so-called judges are demented.

The first 13 sentences describe six things in just a few words, and the last few sentences express the unique singing of human form.

It's like being in a hurry. I can't extricate myself for a long time.

We share the cold wave, thunder, thunderbolt!

We share the mist, the flowing haze and the rainbow!

The emergence of such modern poetry in this world is like a nuclear bomb, exploding in everyone's heart.Although it's about love, this poem can't be used too much in the present scene.

At this moment is just that moment, the disdain for the cold soldiers, the shock of fate.

In this poem, you can hear that Qin Nuo compared his poems to his lover.

To destroy the shackles of their mind and soul, the poem is catchy, but it contains profound meaning. Normal people can only understand the fur of the poem after listening to it once, and can really understand some of its meaning after listening to it twice.

There are no other writers or poets in the Poetry Association, not to mention they lost their voice in the middle of hearing it.

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

All of them cried out. This poem has surpassed their cognition. They were surprised, but at the same time, they also felt more happy than ever.

The people who responded thought of what the cold soldiers had said before.

Suddenly began to uproar, there are a lot of voices directly and loudly called out.

"President Han, please comment on this poem. Don't you want to criticize Qin Nuo? Why don't you talk now?"

"At the beginning, I thought that the poem written by Han Bingbing had some meaning, but compared with the poem written by Qin Nuo, it was just a heaven and an earth. Even Han Bingbing criticized Qin Nuo. I really don't know the courage he took."

"Silly, before that arrogance, but also threatened Qin Nuo to make his daughter cry. I have never seen so many shameless people from anywhere."

The shouts of the audience became more and more fierce. At this time, the cold soldiers wanted to find a crack to turn in.

The host saw that the situation could not be controlled, and some excited audiences almost rushed to the judges.

He quickly stepped onto the stage and said to everyone, "please be calm. I can understand your mood."

"Now let's interview Qin Nuo and his daughter and ask them to talk about their feelings about the creation of this poem."

"Qin Nuo, I'm very curious. Under what kind of request did you write this poem? It seems that the entry you gave to the competition program group is not this poem."

Qin Nuo nodded and replied, "this poem was prepared by me temporarily, and my daughter also changed the entries temporarily, which does not violate the rules of the competition."

Host Zheng for a while, repeatedly waved his hand and said: "no violation, no violation."

"Is this poem really your improvisation?"

The host is still a little unconvinced, a temporary preparation of modern poetry, even so amazing.

"Yes

"What's the name of this poem?"

"To the oak."

"OK, thank you, Qin Nuo. Next is our judging point..."

The host didn't say the last word, because the next step is the judges' comments. At the judges' table, the three judges were all like that, and they also commented on a chicken feather.

But the audience didn't want to. "The next step is for the judges to comment on the poem. Let's welcome Han Bingbing, President of Kyoto Poetry Association, to comment on oak for us."

At this time, the cold soldiers were pale and out of breath. Let alone speak, it was difficult to breathe.

Countless kinds of negative emotions lingered in his heart, including depression, anger, reluctance, shame and jealousy