Overpowered Broadcast System Chapter 256: Should be the **** drunk, crushing the white clouds indiscriminately!

Ning Fei saw the barrage and realized that he had been mentioned in the news again.

"I'm just making a snowman, so I won't make it."

Ning Fei was also surprised.

He didn't go online today, and he didn't know how big a frenzy he made in society after he finished building the snowman.

First, the hot search discussion and praise.

Then, a few netizens also started to show their snowmen.

Finally, more and more people participated in making snowmen, and the heat became higher and higher, and the challenge of making snowmen became popular.

From government agencies to private companies, employees are all organizing snowmen.

For some private companies, this is the best opportunity to advertise.

If the snowmen they build can take the lead, then the designation will show up to the maximum in China.

Many families also found this challenge very interesting, and they asked their friends out to make snowmen.

So there was an interesting scene in the city.

Looking around, people are making snowmen everywhere on both sides of the road.

The sanitation workers are also dumbfounded.

They used to sweep the snow on both sides of the road into tree pits, or pile them in a pile.

Now they don’t have to work. People are too late to grab snow.

This is a very interesting sport.

Sometimes, an action is nothing in itself, but what kind of impact the action will have is very important.

Ning Fei built a snowman in the shape of a galloping horse, leading the snowman frenzy and making society more harmonious and laughter. This is a good thing.

Back to the view of Qingfeng, Ning Fei chatted with netizens again.

"Snow has always been the object of singing by ancient Chinese people."

"After all, in the ancient winter, people had nothing to do, and there was no great way of entertainment, so many literati like to gather in the pavilion when it was snowing and show off what to do next."

"A question to everyone, if you are asked to describe the snow is big, how would you describe it."

After the snowy day, Ning Fei interacted with netizens so much, and everyone found it very interesting.

"Describe a lot of snow? How about the heavy snow falling down like feathers?"

"I think it should be'Don't call you anymore, I'm afraid Charlotte will misunderstand.'"

"Haha, the previous answer has a perfect score."

"Snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is dying~"

"What if the rain is heavy?"

"Stop fighting, you guys don't fight again."

"Father, February Red is here to ask for medicine."

"Since ancient times, netizens have talented people, why do your bullet screens have voices?"

Everyone talked very happily.

Ning Fei looked at the barrage and found it interesting, but also smiled.

He originally thought that everyone would say "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" and the like.

But obviously this is not the case.

"Ning Guanzhu, how do you describe the snow is too big?"

A netizen asked.

"The ancients described snow in a lot of poems. We have learned a lot in textbooks since childhood."

"But my favorite is this poem:"

"The gods should be drunk, crushing the white clouds to pieces."

Ning Fei said something warmly.

His voice is already soft and clean. When netizens hear him say this poem, they feel comfortable in their ears.

"The gods should be drunk and crush the white clouds indiscriminately!"

The netizens murmured along.

"Good poem, good poem."

"This poem is too domineering, who wrote it, why didn't I hear it."

"I just checked. The poet who wrote this poem is Li Bai."

"Sure enough, it is Li Bai, I said that only in this way can he write such a domineering poem."

After hearing Ning Fei's verse, everyone had a lively discussion.

Because Qingfeng's view of this situation is in line with the artistic conception in the poem.

At this time, Ning Fei also explained leisurely:

"The author of this poem is my favorite poet, Li Bai."

"It means that after a **** drunk the galaxy's fine wine and got drunk, he rubbed the white clouds into pieces and turned them into heavy snow and silver waves everywhere."

"This metaphor is bold and novel, novel and unique, astonishing, and extremely reasonable."

"A "crazy" character completely reveals the celestial spirit."

Ning Fei praised this poem, and netizens nodded frequently after hearing it.

"I studied geography and biology in Ning Guanzhu's live broadcast room, and now I am studying Chinese."

"I never listened to it so seriously when the Chinese teacher spoke ancient Chinese paraphrases."

"The artistic conception is different, and the feeling is different. I used to think that poetry is poetry, but now I feel that poetry is by my side, and I can feel the atmosphere in the poetry. This feeling is really good."

"If it snows in the future, you can put on a dress in front of the girl."

"Ning Guanzhu's temperament is too suitable for recitation of this poem."

"Sisters, make money. In the future, we will have a few such ancient and beautiful men to read poems to us every day."

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"You are afraid that you are thinking of peaches."

Ning Fei was also immersed in Li Bai's poems.

Such poems are old wines. The more aftertaste, the more you can feel the artistic conception contained in it.

Li Bai is truly a great poet in China throughout the ages, and his life's pursuit of romance is fully reflected in his body.

Sometimes, it feels like it’s coming, so it’s natural to do something.

Men always do this.

So, Ning Fei went to the house again to take out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to research ink.

"Does Ning Guanzhu want to paint again?"

A netizen asked.

Ning Fei shook his head and explained:

"The gods are drunk, I may not be able to draw such a picture."

"Because if you want to draw such ancient paintings, you must have the charm in your heart and fit the artistic conception in the poem."

"I have never really seen or felt such a ‘crazy’ fairy, so I don’t have that feeling for the picture in my heart."

"I just wanted to write these two ancient poems on a whim."

Ning Fei was originally good at calligraphy. He dipped the brush into the ink, lifted it up, and then sketched it on the paper. His movements are smooth and flowing, which also has a special flavor.

From top to bottom, from right to left, Ning Fei wrote these two poems:

"The gods should be drunk, crushing the white clouds to pieces."

This line of his calligraphy contains Zhuangzi's faintness, dispersal, and immersive leisure, without seeking enrichment and change. In his brushwork, the provinces and districts are glorious and pursuing the meaning of emptiness.

This scene is very handsome.

"Sure enough, handsome people look good at everything!"

Netizens admired Ning Fei's words and thought to himself.

........

The next day, Ning Fei was live broadcast as usual.

The snow outside the door has gradually melted, and the handsome black and handsome snow sculpture has also turned into a disarray.

Ning Fei secretly wondered whether or not to make a wood carving or stone carving, so that it can be kept for a longer time.

"Furthermore, it depends on whether there are suitable materials."

Ning Fei thought to himself.

Ning Fei went to the village to buy things again. On the way, he met the village head, and he was walking head-on from the north of Qinshan Village.

Netizens have discovered that Ningguan is the subject of travel and often meets the village head.

It seems that the village chief is everywhere.

"Village Chief, what's the matter? You look frowning." Ning Fei walked over and asked.

"It’s not a big deal. The head of Li Tie in the north of the village is going to be buried today. His dog is not to be buried. Just when a bunch of people held the dog and tied it up, Li Tie was tied up. The head is buried." The village head shook his head and took a sigh of dry smoke.

"It's his slightly whitish dog." Ning Fei also sighed when he heard this.

"Yes, that's it. I haven't eaten for three days. I guess I won't be able to survive." Qin Zheng sighed again, and immediately walked away.

The conversation between the two people was heard by netizens, and everyone was very interested in what the village chief said.

Ning Fei explained:

"The customs of burial are different in each place. The old people in Qinshan Village pass away, they will be placed in the living room for three days, and then go to the burial site in Houshan to be buried."

"Qinshan Village also allows burial."

"I heard from people in the village, Li Tie, that he passed away a few days ago. After he passed away, the dog he raised has never eaten or drink."

"Li Tietou's children have always been outside, and Li Tietou's dog has always been with him. Now that his children are coming back for funerals, the dog should not allow others to take Li Tietou'er The remains are buried underground."

Thinking of this, Ning Fei planned to visit the cemetery in Houshan in the north of the village.

For funerals in rural areas, it is logically impossible to live broadcast, which does not match the values ​​currently promoted. The live broadcast room will be banned.

Ning Fei did not go over immediately.

Only in the afternoon, Ning Fei went to Houshan in the north of the village and took a look. There was no live broadcast of Houshan.

He can see from the back mountain in the north of the village, in a cemetery, there is a new tomb, and there are traces of altars, fruits, and ashes from paper money.

Ning Fei saw a rural dog with a whitish coat at a glance.

The pastoral dog is lying on the side of the grave, curled up, eyes closed, seemingly sleeping peacefully.

The village chief said that the dog hadn't eaten for several days.

There are a lot of fruits, meat and other foods on the altar next to it.

But the dog didn't move~IndoMTL.com~It should know what happened.

But it just wants to be with its owner quietly.

After all, for it, that ordinary old man is all its life.

"Wow!"

The little dog was at Ning Fei's feet and saw the dog from a distance. It barked, as if it wanted to evoke something.

"Little dog, gone."

Ning Fei sighed, said to the little dog, then turned and left.

He didn't want to disturb the dog.

The little dog stopped and looked at the lying country dog ​​for a while, then turned his head to see that Ning Fei had already gone far, and hurriedly picked up speed to keep up.

This time, the dog runs extremely fast.