Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 389: The bad old man is very bad

"Li Yu's words!" Chen Luo looked at the flashing Yawen in front of his eyes, and a vicissitudes and sadness seemed to appear in his mind.

Silently go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard in autumn.

Continuous cutting, the reason is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of parting, and there is a special feeling in my heart.

In the previous life, Chen Luo knew that the emperor in this word was just like Zhao Ji, another all-rounder of literature and art, Song Huizong, who could be famous forever with his talent, but they were all emperors, which led to their tragic lives.

Sure enough, no matter how high the starting point is, men are always afraid of getting into the wrong line!

In comparison, the fate of Li Yu in this world is mostly the same, but the ending is much better. Back then when the barbarians invaded, Shenzhou Lu Shen, the southern human race once formed several small courts, proclaiming themselves kings but not emperors, leading the clan to continue to resist the barbarians, of which the Li Yu family was one of them.

At that time, a demon tribe took advantage of the situation to attack Xuan, and they broke Li Yu's Southern Tang regime and captured Li Yu. It wasn't until Daxuan swept the world that Li Yu was rescued. At the same time, the manuscripts he wrote during his imprisonment were also spread all over the world, and he was honored as the "Emperor of Ci" by scholars all over the world.

"This question is a bit difficult!" Ge Daru was the first to speak, and continued their "threat" chat, "The most difficult thing about Ci Emperor's Ci is not the artistic conception, but the charm."

"The charm that comes from the heart but can be expressed unmistakably is the reason why he is called the Emperor of Ci."

Li Daru nodded: "Especially this one. It is written about the sorrow of parting, but not the sorrow of parting from friends. It is the sorrow of parting from the past!"

"I am separated from myself. This kind of sorrow is naturally different."

"It seems that no one has ever asked this topic before!"

Lu Daru shook his head: "No, the old man just searched his brains, it seems that only Li Qinglian's white hair is three thousand feet long, and fate seems to be long" can barely correspond to it!"

Ge Daru nodded; "Jian Yi'an's 'I can't lose my soul, the wind is blowing in the west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers' is also a sentence."

"I secretly thought that 'I will not regret the fact that the belt is getting wider, and I will make people haggard because of Yixiao' is also an out-of-the-box sentence." Li Daru said.

"This question is really difficult." The three great scholars nodded slightly.

…

In front of the city gate, all the students listened to the analysis of the Great Confucianism, each with a dignified expression.

In the beginning, I only knew that this question was difficult, so everyone's direction was to solve it every year, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult!

The emperor of Ci is known as "the intestines are a knot of sorrow, and the heart is a fruit that is transparent and exquisite."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for this senior!" Some students said that there is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered come first. The respect of some students is also a matter of course to call them seniors.

"Yes! I'm afraid that the person from Dongcang City will come in person to connect flawlessly!"

"Didn't you hear what the great Confucian said? It's not just the artistic conception, the key is the charm in the words. It's the sorrow of yourself and yourself. Even Wuhou can't say that it will be completed!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, don't you see that little gentleman is thinking?"

At this time, Shi Lezhi somehow felt more at ease.

That's reasonable.

It is already a blessing to be able to write a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, how can I break another one.

What was I nervous about just now! That is impossible.

He is not Wuhou Chen Luo!

It seems that my attitude should be a little lower, and I will use the name of discussion and communication to get closer to this family later.

Miss Liu can always find out the brilliant things about me, Mr. Shi!

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi calmed down a little, and said to Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this problem is very difficult, it's okay if you can't solve it, you can enter the city with Brother Wei later!"

When Chen Luo heard Shi Lezhi's words, he smiled lightly and said humbly, "Thank you, Brother Shi, I want to give it a try."

Speaking, he looked at the carriage again: "Sixth sister, if I solve this problem, what reward will I get?"

Hearing Chen Luo's words, everyone looked at the carriage, but there was no human voice in the carriage, only a frog croaked.

"Quack! (Don't think about it, you can watch it!)"

Chen Luo smiled, he naturally knew that this was what Yun Siyao said about being in the carriage before. She was too embarrassed to say it herself, so she asked Jin Guagua to speak for her.

"I've solved this problem!" Chen Luo turned around, the expression on his face suddenly became sad, his whole body exuded an indescribable charm, and he picked up the brush.

"Mr. Xiao started writing!"

"So fast! Couldn't it just be a sham!"

"Don't make any noise, just read it and you'll know."

At the same time, the three great Confucian scholars on the city wall also concentrated their attention and looked at Chen Luo.

They were also curious about what kind of poem Chen Luo would write to solve the problem.

Hope you don't disappoint them.

…

Chen Luo picked up the brush.

Life is bitter, the most bitter thing is to complain to the ruthless.

Life is bitter, the most bitter thing is that the world is like a dream, but I opened my eyes.

Passionate love has been spared hatred since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, raised his hand, and wrote——

Remnant snow condenses the brilliance of the cold painting screen, the flute of falling plums has been on the third watch, and there is no one in the dim moonlight.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with you, I cry, and I recall my life in the sound of heartbreak.

When Chen Luo wrote the last word, the writing on the city wall suddenly trembled, and then flower buds emerged from the writing, and the flowers bloomed in an instant, wisps of fragrance permeated the air.

"Flowers come from pens!" Shi Lezhi was the first to shout this time, he rubbed his eyes, that's right, it was flowers from pens!

This is a vision that the poetry is too heavy to be condensed, and the blossoming poetic flowers are the condensation of the poetry's charm and culture.

If you pick off a flower and give it to Mengtong, it will be of great benefit to his enlightenment.

In an instant, there was silence!

But then, there were exclamations!

"The problem is solved! The problem is solved!"

"The work of living flowers! Mr. Xiao, I just had a child, how about sending me a flower of poetry!"

"Mr. Liu, there is a little sister in my family who has entered the state of writing at the age of ten. I will exchange one of the cold light ink ingots to help her enter the state of poetry!"

"Mr. Liu, I am the eldest son of the Zhou family in Yunguang City. Can you allow a copy of this word to be rubbed and brought back to the family's genealogy! You can read it for a day with my husband!"

For a while there was a lot of noise at the city gate, but at this time Shi Lezhi froze in place, staring at the flowery words without blinking.

"I am a melancholy guest..."

After all, he is a well-known talent. At this moment, why didn't Shi Lezhi understand that he was being teased.

Brother Liu is clearly a great talent!

Brother Liu said "don't blame" before, not because he was worried about dragging himself down, but because he apologized in advance.

Recalling what he said earlier, Shi Lezhi suddenly felt his face heat up.

I actually taught the other party the principles of poetry!

It's no wonder that Miss Liu must let Brother Liu solve the problem of entering the city!

This is to teach yourself a lesson.

Father is right, if you don’t come out and take a look, no matter how many books you read, you will always be a frog at the bottom of a well.

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi bowed respectfully to the carriage: "Xiaosheng is blind and abrupt."

Yun Siyao didn't reply, but Lang Feixian laughed: "It's okay, it's just a little game!"

"It's no shame to lose to my junior brother!"

"Junior brother?" Shi Lezhi was taken aback, they are not a family!

So, the identity is fake?

Shi Lezhi suddenly looked at Chen Luo: Brother Liu, who are you?

…

"Silence!" Wenchang Pavilion officials felt inexplicably proud. The sound transmission suppressed the noise of the students outside the city gate, "The matter of poetry and flowers will be dealt with later."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the three great Confucian scholars again: "Please give the three samples!"

The three great Confucian scholars looked at each other with clear affection in their eyes and excitement on their faces.

I know who you are, but I won't tell!

Being able to judge the words of that person first is also an elegant thing to be able to write in the family history.

Li Daru was the first to speak: "The feeling of a hundred turns and a thousand times, the rhyme of sadness and sadness."

"The words above describe the scenery, remnant snow, condensed brilliance, falling plum blossoms, three watches, and dim moonlight. These words create a cold and lonely scene. One person, one lamp, one snow and one moon seem to be right in front of us."

Lu Daru nodded and said, "I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I am a melancholy guest." Su Poxian said, "I am a melancholy guest." Country', I feel uneasy, so I am a guest."

"It's not just that. The latter sentence tells you what's going on with your tears. It's not a conversation with others, but a conversation with yourself."

"I am a melancholy guest, and I am crying. But everything is only me."

"The last sentence, "Recalling life in the sound of heartbreak" really makes people cry. If one person can only grieve alone, how lonely it is."

Lu Daru glared at the two of them.

You are all done analyzing, what else can I say?

Lu Daru raised his eyes righteously, tears flickered in his eyes immediately, Lu Daru raised his hand to wipe away the tears.

"This word is so deep in my heart that I can no longer comment!"

"Melancholy words under the Qingning city, while Huaiying's green shirt is wet on the city!"

Ge Daru, full name Ge Huaiying.

As soon as this remark came out, there was another uproar under the city gate.

It actually made Daru cry!

What a poetic talent!

At this time, Ge Daru secretly smiled in his heart.

In this way, when everyone mentions this poem, they will remember my comment!

Fight with me, you two are still a little tender.

The two great Confucians Li and Lu in this poem looked at Ge Daru in shock.

Play routines! You don't talk about Wude!

The bad old man is very bad!

Seeing the unkind eyes of the two great scholars, Ge Huaiying quickly changed the subject: "Master Wang, this word has successfully solved the problem!"

"Go to the next question!"

…

The light flickered on the city wall, and soon, the third question emerged.

All the students became quiet for a moment, and they all looked at the third poem——

"My song and the moon wander, and my dancing shadow is chaotic. When I am awake, I have **** with each other, and when I am drunk, I will disperse."

"It's Li Qinglian's poem!" The students began to discuss again, "These few lines are not as popular as the poem'toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people'."

"There is a difference in the words between Xiongtai and Taiwan. The opening line of this poem is 'a jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date'. It is obvious that Li Qinglian is drinking alone, but Li Qinglian and Ying are the object of drinking."

"In this way, isn't it the title of the poem?"

At this time, Shi Lezhi had also calmed down and participated in the discussion, saying: "The important thing about Qinglian's poem is the ethereal air. This poem uses the moon as a friend, a friend as a companion, and a drinker The unrestrained attitude is more difficult than the previous question."

Another student nodded: "Yes, Ci emperors are rare, but there are always heroes in Ci, such as Liu Jingzhuang, who is not inferior to Ci emperors. But Su Poxian once said that poetry is like a green lotus through the ages!"

"The title of this poem has the chicness of Qinglian, the heroism of the wine fairy, and the romance of the moon shadow. It is like a picture of drinking under the moon, standing in front of our eyes!"

"How do you connect beads? And how do you connect?"

Because of Shihua's matter, everyone had already stood in Chen Luo's perspective. At this moment, they all frowned and looked at Chen Luo.

Three poems, one is more difficult than the other, can this little gentleman still do it?

Chen Luo didn't panic, he turned around and smiled at Lang Feixian.

Brother Alian, you are not an outsider!

My own poetry!

Lang Feixian nodded towards Chen Luo, shook his hand, and threw a flagon to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo took the jug, uncorked the cork, and took a few sips with his head raised.

Good wine!

Alcohol is fire in water~IndoMTL.com~It can make your heart hot!

Chen Luo threw away his pen and drew his sword, and the tip of the sword hit the city wall.

There is a lake in Jingzhou, named 800 Li Dongting;

Qu Yuan wrote nine songs about Mrs. Xiang in a poem.

Chen Luo waved his sword to mention a poem——

The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has many gray hairs overnight.

When drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy.

After writing, there was a crisp sound, and the long sword collapsed, and the sword body turned into strands of debris, as if starlight shot into the poem, the sound of mighty water rose out of thin air, and the phantom of the galaxy on the city wall emerged, and one could be seen from a distance. Ye Xiaozhou came with the waves.

The heaven and the earth are hidden in the poem, so the poetic emotion draws the picture!

Poetry and painting, come out!

Purple Pen Literature

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