"The neem flowers are floating in the air. The fragrance of the sage is fine. After the plum rain, the wind blows. Love follows the Xiang River far away, and dreams surround the green peaks of Wu. When I am tired of playing the piano and reading, the partridge wakes me to sleep by the south window."
"There is no one to express my secret feelings. Who can wash away my deep hatred? I am repairing the bamboo bank, inside the sparse curtain. The dust left by the song blows on my fan, and after dancing, the wind lifts my sleeves. After the people are gone, a hook of pale moon and sky is like water."
Xie Yi's.
An extremely elegant poem, Song Mu could think of this poem, and it was related to the fact that he met a scholar from the Xiang River when he was traveling in Mount Tai. The man had already become a prefect, but because he mishandled a demon incident, he was dismissed from office and traveled around the world.
He didn't have much conversation with Song Mu. He only had a good chat with Tao Fengming. What they said was that after prosperity, the end of the song and the separation of people is the time of sadness.
That sigh made Song Mu really remember it deeply.
Writing this poem also expresses a bit of silence and helplessness, and it is also the moment when a literary man begins to fall from the peak to the bottom.
The artistic conception of this poem is really elegant, and it makes people feel that the prosperous and lonely scene suddenly appeared in front of them.
Song Mu had heard of this poem a lot in the past, but it was because of a painting by Feng Zikai.
That's the name of the painting.
As the finishing touch at the end of this poem, after one sentence, a tranquil and far-reaching state of mind suddenly comes over, and the philosophy is profound. It is very good even as a poem in a foreign land or a Qingming poem.
Sure enough, after Song Mu finished writing, the paper was immediately filled with literary inspiration.
At the same time, the Wenxing on the altar also began to shake. The Wenxing wave spread violently, and the scene became spectacular for a moment.
Song Mu felt slightly happy when he saw that the talent of this poem had reached Wu Dou.
Even now, I tried to absorb the literary energy it attracted, and used my mind to touch it.
And this light spread out in all directions, causing many people to exclaim in surprise, but soon they discovered that after these lights passed by, nothing else seemed to happen.
Except for the feeling that the chill around him seemed to have weakened a little, there was no more fluctuation.
This immediately caused everyone to be confused and even a little depressed.
"What, what's going on?"
"Alas, it seems that my poetry skills are not enough, and it is a bit less interesting."
"Old Ma, you are just asking for help. What do you mean by not having enough attainments? If you are capable, why don't you write a song?"
"Hiss, wow, Old Wang, you still have the nerve to blame me. The person who just said that he couldn't write good poems for a long time, isn't it you? Besides, there are literary stars rippling here, but there is no vision. I am standing here in the cold You've been in the wind for several days, can you just see a few circles of Wenxing?"
For some reason, the two people suddenly became a little angry, and they suddenly started fighting in the middle of the court. The two friends immediately started fighting.
But no one next to him came forward, and some even frowned and cursed a few times.
Seeing that the conflict was getting worse, fortunately, masked soldiers rushed forward and greeted them with sticks. The two begged for mercy again and again, and the dispute was resolved.
But this is just a small episode in this square. The weather has become increasingly cold in the past two days, and the people are waiting a little anxiously. But what is even more strange is that there is a surge of hostility in the hearts of everyone in this scene.
Sometimes just a few words can immediately ignite a person's emotions and start a fight without mercy.
The situation just now has been alleviated a lot.
Above the attic, Yan Fu was drinking hot tea. At this moment, he felt the fluctuations of the Wenxing spreading towards the surroundings, and his frown slightly raised.
"It's a good poem. It seems to have the effect of Qingming?"
He felt that after the light of Wenxing dispersed, the tense atmosphere outside seemed to relax.
This situation made Yan Fu feel a little relieved.
Earlier today, I had this awareness, and it didn't feel good.
Remind yourself of a situation you once encountered.
That was the situation I encountered on the way to take the exam.
It was a small town, and it was originally very peaceful, but the night I stayed there, the people in the city changed their tempers drastically, smashing and setting fire to everything.
Even those literati took action with a bit of hostility.
After the storm calmed down, most of the city was in ruins, and many people were seriously injured.
As for the reason found later, it was a smell emanating from a river flowing through the city, which caused this situation.
The feeling at that time was a third of the same as now.
However, this poem came just in time. After it rippled out, the aura had faded a lot.
At that moment, Yan Fu put down the tea cup in his hand and glanced around. His six senses were opened again, but he still didn't notice anything wrong.
"Something strange..."
Yan Fu murmured something, then looked outside and saw that Wenxing was shaking again and again in the scene, and his mood calmed down a little at this moment.
In the examination room, Song Mu looked at the surging article in front of him, but this time he sighed slowly.
Wen Qi was still flowing into his body, but his power of thought failed to evoke the strange world of this poem.
The feeling of interest just now was retreating like a tide, which made Song Mu feel a little regretful.
It's like this time nothing strange was evoked and everything immediately dissipated.
"Is there something wrong with my thinking?"
Song Mu whispered, then looked up and looked outside. On a new day, the wind and snow outside were even worse. Pieces of heavy snow fell from the sky, quickly covering the land, and the cold feeling hit from everywhere. Come.
After writing two poems in a row, Song Mu was a little tired at the moment. He simply put down what he was doing and sat in the exam room watching the snow, trying to connect with the state he was in just now.
While Song Mu was watching the snow, at the location of the Great Wall, many soldiers were huddled beside the battlements with tired faces, yawning constantly.
Starting from yesterday evening, with the sound of the trumpet, nearly two-thirds of the troops under the Baoshan Great Wall entered a battle-ready state, with all weapons in place. During this period, there were several active attacks.
But after the attack, the counterattack from outside did not come.
But the tide of beasts that appeared outside last night didn't seem to have retreated at all. They stayed in the wind and snow, obscured by the sweeping wind and snow.
Outside the Baoshan Great Wall, the wind and snow are getting worse at the moment. It only takes a moment for a thick layer of snow to fall. Just now, several Jinshi generals have jointly written many poems chanting the sun, but they still can't get rid of it. Clouds and fog, see sunny days.
But the wind and snow around me finally dissipated a little.
Seizing this precious opportunity, Baoshan Great Wall also immediately arranged operations. At that moment, many teams led by Juren Lieutenants walked into the wind and snow, risking their lives to move forward to investigate the situation.
Xu Wang's team was among them. As an experienced lieutenant at Zhuque Pass, Xu Wang had a duty, and his goal this time was to find out how close those monsters were to the Great Wall.
In addition, it is also necessary to explore how many monsters are ahead, and use this to calculate how many monsters are gathering outside the entire Baoshan Great Wall.
"Stop taking last hits, count your equipment immediately, count the number of monsters around you, and we'll leave immediately!"
Xu Wang had just killed a gray wolf demon general, and now he spoke to the surrounding soldiers. There were already more than a dozen corpses of demonic beasts lying around them.
"Boss, these gray wolves are only found in the Helan Mountains. How come they have come to the south of the Baoshan Great Wall now?"
"There's something wrong with these monsters. Why haven't I seen these guys launch a fierce attack from the beginning to the end?"
Saying this, Xu Wang also looked at the wolf corpse at his feet, reached out to touch the blood flowing from the wolf corpse, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. It was very fishy, like the smell of rotten meat.
The smell doesn't look like fresh wolf blood.
"Boss, come here quickly!"
Before Xu Wang could think about it, a soldier next to him spoke anxiously. Xu Wang quickly walked over there, crossing a hill in the wind and snow. When he saw the situation in front of him clearly, his eyes suddenly widened. Eye.
I saw only a mountain col ahead, where countless monsters were gathering, all of them low-level monsters.
But the difference is that these monsters are dilapidated.
Some of them even had white bones exposed, and their eyes were still shining with a long green light.
Exactly the same as what I saw last night.
What's even more shocking is that, looking up, there are countless of these guys in the mountain col.
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