Shi Xian 4

Moxiang Pavilion.

Li Chen'an picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, but he didn't seem to hear the shouts of those teenagers who were extremely fanatical because of his poems.

He didn't even look at the students of Zuo Tai Academy.

At this time, he seemed to have sunk into a very mysterious realm.

In his mind, he was frantically recalling the poems he had seen and remembered. He just wanted to write those poems that have been handed down through the ages, so that they can shine again in this world.

As for whether it will meet today's topic, it is no longer important to him.

Nine out of ten people who are unsatisfactory in life, but it is also impossible to be a sad song everywhere.

Nostalgia for the past is of course necessary, but people must look to the bright future after all.

It will only be a hundred years at most for me to live a new life in this world. When the lamp is extinguished after death, the traces I left in this world will gradually fade with the passage of time.

until there is no trace left.

But the text is different.

They will last forever.

Thousands of years later people will still know.

Even... In case another time traveler comes to this world, hey, I've written all the articles in the world, and you won't be able to write while you're amazed!

So, he continued to write vigorously, without any guilt of plagiarism.

How can the affairs of scholars be called plagiarism?

Such a beautiful poem, like a beautiful dandelion, is nothing but the wind that just blows by and spreads it widely.

So inadvertently, some of his words were off topic, but he still got cheers from all the students.

This is identification.

It is also an ideological resonance in literature.

In the Moxiang Pavilion at this time, not only the students from the Imperial College were all staring at him dumbfounded, but even the sixteen students from the Yue Kingdom turned around at this time, and all eyes fell away. on his back.

Of course they all heard these eight poems by Li Chenan, and even wrote them down on the paper in front of them!

They have lost the idea of writing a poem by themselves!

There was even no trace of hostility in their eyes looking at Li Chenan. Even the sturdy young man who had despised Li Chenan at the gate of the literary world, besides shock, there was also a bit of shame in his eyes at this moment!

Yang Duoduo's eyes are not only shocked, but also unconcealable joy!

What is a genius?

That's genius!

What is Wenqu Xingxia?

He, Li Chen'an, is the reincarnation of Wen Quxing!

They are all the most famous gifted students in the Yue Kingdom, and their ability to appreciate poetry is far beyond ordinary people.

These eight poems by Li Chenan... No one in the world can beat them!

What's more, he really did it without thinking!

What's more, he is still writing at this time, and it seems that he wants to finish writing the words of Mid-Autumn Festival!

What a quick wit!

What a wealth of knowledge is this?

No one can match him!

At this time, Yang Duoduo suddenly remembered what Li Chenan said at the gate of the literary world.

As expected, since Li Chen'an was born in heaven, he will definitely be a coquettish literary world for five thousand years!

He's not bragging.

He really did.

Not to mention that there will be no one to come after, this is unprecedented!

His madness tonight will definitely become a swan song in the world's literary world in the future!

Not only did he impress the tens of thousands of Ningguo students, he also impressed the sixteen Yue students.

When a person stands at the top in a certain field.

Everyone in this field can only look up to him, and can't bear hostility at all.

Because the gap is too big!

Yang Duoduo had long since given up writing lyrics, because under Li Chenan's performance, any lyrics he or they made would be meaningless!

If you do it reluctantly, and compare the two... that is self-inflicted humiliation, and it is a blasphemy to poetry!

At this time, he simply stood up and quietly came to Li Chenan's side.

He bent down, flicked his sleeves, and simply rubbed ink on Li Chenan.

Li Chenan was startled suddenly, because his nose was very sharp, he smelled a faint fragrance.

He turned his head and saw the hand grinding ink—

The so-called rouyi refers to the soft and white and tender vegetation sprouts, which is used to describe the vivid image of women's hands.

This hand is Rouyi.

White, delicate, slender, and weak and boneless!

So, it's a woman dressed as a man!

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly. The Yue girl is not only affectionate but also bold, because Yang Duoduo's eyes are full of spring water, and she is unabashedly happy!

Under Li Chenan's gaze, her face like suet and white jade seemed to be blooming with two delicate little red flowers.

So, it seems that there is a spring breeze, which makes the autumn atmosphere in the courtyard disappear.

Li Chenan quickly looked away.

The charm of the Yue girl is truly invincible!

Still keep writing.

He didn't know that Fan Taohua standing in the distance was looking at him in great surprise.

He also didn't know that at the Zaidao Building at this moment, the current Emperor Ningguo was holding his poems and was about to recite them with both voice and emotion.

He didn't even know that his life experience had undergone earth-shaking changes in the eyes of many people.

What he is thinking now is whether he should write the most famous song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come" in his previous life?

If it is written, it will surely become the swan song of Mid-Autumn Festival.

If there are latecomers...you can write Qingming.

...

...

Zaidao upstairs.

Ning Huang cleared his throat.

He looked at the ministers again.

He was content with those eagerly awaited sights.

Then, his face was filled with pride again.

"The name of this word is "Zhegui Order, Mid-Autumn Festival""

Ning Huang stroked his short beard, as if he had returned to his youthful youth.

he chanted aloud

"Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?

It shines through the universe and reflects the mountains and rivers!

Yulu is cold,

Washing the autumn sky, the silver man has no waves,

Clearer than the long night,

There is no hindrance to the osmanthus shadow whirling. "

Ning Huang suddenly took two steps forward, his face seemed to be heroic because of this poem.

"I sang loudly,

To ask Chang'e,

Good night sleepy,

... How about not getting drunk? "

Ning Huang's voice echoed in the hall.

The style of this song is completely different from the first two!

It's insane!

Strictly speaking, this poem is not very consistent with tonight's proposition, but if it is connected with Li Chenan's first two poems, it can be explained very well——

His heart is extremely depressed!

The ten years of life and death in the first song "Jiangchengzi" is his deep mourning for his mother.

The second song "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream about the world, several times in his life, and it is about his review of the past seventeen, no, the past twenty years, his bewilderment about his future life, and his understanding of the past. The hesitation of the road ahead.

And who will grind the flying mirror in the third song "Zhe Gui Ling"? It shines through the universe and reflects the mountains and rivers! That is, he has walked out of that confused situation, so he has the current freedom and indifference to everything.

Lao Tzu sang, to ask Chang'e, how can I not be drunk if I am sleepy at a good night...

This is the struggle and cry against fate sent to his heart!

So, this is still a great song!

No one can appreciate it carefully, Ning Huang has already taken the fourth poem.

"The name of this word is "One Cut Plum, Mid-Autumn Festival Without Moon""

Everyone pricked up their ears again, because there is indeed no moon tonight, so what kind of moonless Mid-Autumn Festival would Li Chenan write?