Moxiang Pavilion.
Li Chen'an picked up his pen and dipped in ink, seemingly not hearing the shouts of the teenagers who were extremely enthusiastic about his poems.
He didn't even look at the students in Zuo Tai College.
At this time, he seemed to have sunk into a very mysterious state.
His mind was frantically recalling the poems he had read and memorized. He just wanted to write those poems that had been passed down through the ages so that they could shine again in this world.
As for whether it fits today's topic, it is no longer important to him.
Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory, but it cannot be a tragedy everywhere.
Of course it is necessary to remember the past, but after all, people have to look towards the bright future.
His rebirth in this world will only last for a hundred years at most. After death, the traces he left in this world will gradually fade with the passage of time.
Until there are no traces left.
But the text is different.
They will exist forever.
It will still be known to people thousands of years from now.
Even... in case another time traveler comes to this world, hehe, I have written all the articles in the world, leaving you in awe and unable to write!
So he continued to write vigorously without any guilt of plagiarism.
How can the things done by scholars be called plagiarism?
Such beautiful poetry is like a beautiful dandelion. It is just the wind that happens to blow by, spreading it widely.
So inadvertently, some of his words went off topic, but he still got cheers and shouts from all the students.
This is recognition.
There is also ideological resonance in literature.
At this time, in Moxiang Pavilion, not only the students from Taiyuan College were staring at him dumbfounded, but even the sixteen students from Yue Kingdom actually all turned around at this time, and all their eyes fell on him. On his back.
Of course, they all heard these eight poems by Li Chenan, and they even wrote them down on the paper in front of them!
They have lost the idea of writing a poem by themselves!
There was no trace of hostility in their eyes when they looked at Li Chenan. Even the sturdy young man who had despised Li Chenan at the door of the literary world, in addition to shock, there was also a bit of shame in his eyes at this moment!
There was not only shock in Yang Duoduo's eyes, but also unconcealable joy!
What is genius?
This is called genius!
What does Wenquxing descend to earth mean?
He, Li Chenan, is the reincarnation of Wen Quxing!
They are all the most famous genius students in the Yue Kingdom, and their ability to appreciate poetry is far beyond ordinary people.
These eight poems by Li Chenan... are unrivaled by anyone in the world!
What's more, he really did it in one go without thinking!
What's more, he is still writing at this time, as if he wants to finish writing all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems!
What a nimble ingenuity!
What a wealth of knowledge is this?
He is unmatched!
At this time, Yang Duoduo suddenly remembered what Li Chenan said at the door of the literary world.
Sure enough, God has given birth to Li Chenan, and he will surely dominate the literary world for five thousand years!
He's not bragging.
He really did it.
This is unprecedented!
His madness tonight will definitely become the swan song of the world's literary world in the future!
Not only did he impress the tens of thousands of Ningguo students in the audience, he also impressed the sixteen Yueguo students with admiration.
When a person stands at the top in a certain field.
Everyone in this field can only look up to him and cannot be hostile at all.
Because the gap is too big!
Yang Duoduo has long since given up writing lyrics, because under Li Chenan's performance, any lyrics he or they wrote are meaningless!
If you do it reluctantly and compare the two... it is self-humiliating and a blasphemy to poetry!
At this time, he simply stood up and quietly came to Li Chenan's side.
He leaned down, lifted up his sleeves, and simply started rubbing ink for Li Chenan.
Li Chenan was suddenly startled, because his nose was very good, and he smelled a faint fragrance.
He turned around and saw the hand that was grinding ink——
The so-called Rouyi refers to the soft and white tender shoots of vegetation, and is used to describe a woman's hands, which appear extremely vivid.
This hand is Rouyi.
White, tender, slender, and soft and boneless!
So, this is a woman dressed as a man!
He raised his eyes and smiled slightly. The Yue girl was not only passionate but also very bold, because the sheep's eyes were full of spring water, and she was unabashedly happy!
At Li Chenan's glance, her face, which was like mutton-fat white jade, seemed to bloom with two delicate little red flowers.
Then, it seemed as if a spring breeze was blowing up, dissipating the autumn mood in the courtyard.
Li Chenan quickly withdrew his gaze.
The charm of the Yue girl is truly unrivaled!
Let’s continue writing lyrics.
He didn't know that Fan Taohua, who was standing in the distance, was looking at him in great surprise.
He didn't know that on the Zai Dao Tower at this moment, the current Emperor Ning Guo was holding his poems and preparing to recite them with great 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 about 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 written, it will definitely become the swan song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
If there are any latecomers... you can write about Qingming.
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Take the road upstairs.
Emperor Ning cleared his throat.
He looked at the ministers again.
He was pleased with the eager expectant glances.
Then, his face was filled with pride again.
"This word is called "Zhegui Ling, Mid-Autumn Festival"
Emperor Ning stroked his short beard, as if he had returned to his high-spirited youth.
He chanted loudly:
"Who can grind a flying mirror?
Illuminating the universe, reflecting the mountains and rivers!
Jade dew is cold,
The autumn sky is silvery and there are no waves,
More clear light than the long night,
There is no hindrance to the whirling osmanthus shadow. "
Ning Huang suddenly took two steps forward, his face seemed to be a little heroic because of this poem.
"I sing loudly,
To ask Chang'e,
Good night and sleepy,
...how about not getting drunk? "
Emperor Ning's voice echoed in the palace.
The style of this poem is completely different from the previous two!
It's so arrogant!
Strictly speaking, this poem is not very consistent with tonight's proposition, but if it is connected based on Li Chenan's first two poems, it can be explained very well——
His heart is extremely depressed!
The first song "Jiang Chengzi" is his deep mourning for his mother.
The second song "Moon over Xijiang" is about a big dream in the world, and the cool autumns in life. It is written about his review of these seventeen, no, these twenty years, as well as his confusion about his future life, and his thoughts about it. Hesitation about the road ahead.
And who will polish the flying mirror of this third song "The Order of Gui Gui"? Illuminating the universe, reflecting the mountains and rivers! It was because he had come out of that confused state that he was now free and easy and indifferent to everything.
I sang a song to ask Chang'e, how can I not get drunk on a good night...
This is the struggle and cry against fate that comes from his heart!
So, this is still a great song!
No one can appreciate it carefully, but Emperor Ning has already chosen the fourth poem.
"This poem is called "One Prune Cut, 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 song would Li Chenan write?
