Vol 9 Chapter 387: 0 ancient 1 person Li Taibai

(The grass is green, the river wind blows the gauze that hangs down from the long pavilion. The figure that left the poems away from the distance is close to the courtyard door, and some people are chasing them, yelling: "You don't go, get things done." Clearly..." "Ning Liheng, I thought it would be over if I left this way!" "Less less in this!" But then I noticed that the rear movement was not right. Some people stopped and went back to see.
Xue Gongyuan's temper tantrum, holding a poem and preparing to chase it out, is also the basis for others to prepare to retain Ning Yi. When the elders speak, you dare to run, and the rest can block people in the name of guilty conscience. Only afterwards, the reaction that appeared on Xue Gongyuan was really confusing and unclear. For what was written on that piece of paper, people made it like this, and not many people could guess.
If Ning Yi really has the talent to learn, it may be a good poem written on paper, but at this moment, write a poem and run, but it is self-deception, and later, it will be said that this person is too arrogant. Thought that a poem can be used to control the audience. Some of the elderly people who have been there have experienced many big scenes, and Xue Gongyuan can see it at a glance. The few people in the crowd have guessed that the paper is nothing but a secret thing. Xue Gongyuan is clear, but one See you, you have to seal the kind. ..
Ji Qingqing frowned, and for the first time felt that Ning Liheng might have taken the handle of Xue Gongyuan and wrote it in a whisper, so Xue Gongyuan did not dare to pursue it. In the middle of the alarm, he shook his head in his heart and concealed the mouth of Xue Gongyuan. He could not hide the long mouth of so many people. At most, Xue Gongyuan was also ruined. In the city of Liangliang, what kind of literary sects or official officials have made it easy to sneak a reputation, but things that are old and not guaranteed at night are everywhere, she sees much more.
It’s just that Ning Liheng is clever, knowing that the situation can’t be pulled back, throwing this kind of thing away, if it’s really possible to get Xue Gongyuan into it, then even if many people question it, after all, it’s not the name of
swindler
on the spot, not to be It’s hard to break the name. Ji Qingqing thought about this possibility. I turned my head and looked at the opponent Li Shishi. The other person sat there with one hand on his lips and didn't know what he was thinking. But as for the case, the person is her friend, she brought it, although this time she is not ruined, but she has been hooked with her and collided before the Dragon Boat Festival. She is greatly devastated, and she must have thought of this. If she is her, she can only sit there and pretend to be calm.
Rì light sprinkling, after all, is sunny summer rì noon. In a short period of noisy and suspicious, each person has their own minds and guesses. More people, of course, just guess what poems are, whispering whispers: "... Mulan's 枻 棠 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

It’s just neat, but... is it normal?

I only listened to two sentences, and there was no conviction in the discussion. The middle-aged people were already surrounded: "Xue Gong..."
"Gongyuan, what happened?"
"I'll take a look. I'll take a look at what I wrote here. Gongyuan, you let go..."
Xìng's serious temper and straight Pan Hongda took the poem from Xue Gongyuan's hand. Xue Gongyuan reacted. He put down the rice paper, swallowed his throat, and looked at the people around him. His expression was still complicated and his eyes were not talking. That Pan Hongda began to read poetry with anger. After reading the first two sentences, it was actually a gradual change, and Yan Zhongzhong, Mo Gong and others followed.
They are all people who have been crawling for so long in the literary world. Ji Qingqing can think of them, and they can be psychologically prepared. Under such circumstances, if you want to force others to ruin, others can do anything. They also thought about it. If there is anything wrong with this poem, look at it here and you can choose to deal with it for the first time. Think about whether you can cover up the past. But after reading each other's poems, God has been surprised and looked at each other: "This poem... this poem..."
They are uncertain, and Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang and others have been curiously surrounded. In the past, Ning Yi put the poems of Shao Yuan down with his own poems. At this time, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and said: "You can tell the poems of Ning Gongzi and the people. Something." He expects that there is a flaw in this. First of all, he has to spread things out. The first "Nan Nujiao" written by him today is the essence of the accumulation of years, and it is really impossible to be suppressed by people...
However, he said this, Pan Hongda and others over there looked at him, and someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit down next to him. Strictly look at this situation, and then look at Yu Shaoyuan, and finally sighed and handed the poem to him: "Alright, Shaoyuan, you can read a thought with everyone... Yeah."
His sighed, and Yu Shaoyuan was slightly confused. In his hand, he took the manuscript and directly unfolded it to see the people around him. Someone is already saying: "Shaoyuan, quick reading." Fang Wenyang and others began to look at the side, Yu Shaoyuan bowed his head and read it directly: "Mu Lanzhi's sand rafting, Yuxi gold tube sitting at both ends. Thousands of miles, with jì with the wave ... Oh, let go."
At this time, poetry, all pay attention to rhythm, Yu Shaoyuan directly read it, but also swaying, the speed is medium enough, enough to give people the time to remember, the first few sentences are just the sentence of the work, but read the "jì随波" Yu Shaoyuan also smiled softly. Some people around you laughed: "It's also normal." But there is not much to say, because the verse is actually very good, almost impeccable, but it is not enough to shock people directly.
Yu Shaoyuan went on to read the next sentence. It was "the immortal has to wait for the yellow crane, and the sea passenger has no heart to follow the white gull." At this time, his expression has changed slightly.
However, all around are listening to people, his face can not show anything for a while, even the stagnation of the mouth is not good. I paused a little, and looked at the people next to me, shouting on the paper: "... Qu Ping Ci Fu, hanging rì month, Chu Wangtai hollow hills... Xing Yu pens shake the five Yue, poetry into a smile! Ling Yuzhou... At this time, the temperament of poetry and sorrow has come out, and Yu Shaoyuan’s tone follows the rhythm. When it comes to "Xing 酣 笔 摇 摇 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个 整个I couldn’t help but feel that I couldn’t help myself, but after all, he thought that he couldn’t do this. After the tone was high, he was depressed and became quite weird.
His lips moved and looked at the last two sentences. He couldn’t read it again for a while, and his eyes swept over everyone around him. Some of the literati who listened to this poem made a re-reading, and some bowed their heads. The finger is still rhythmically beaten on the leg. Did not notice the failure of Shaoyuan. Only in his slight disappointment, Fang Wenyang, who was next to him, had already read the poem, and shook his head, and turned and left. After a while, the crowd digested the two sentences a little, and after a while, they looked up and said: "Shao Yuan. What about behind?"
"After..." His words seemed to be gently from the throat, but then he smiled: "...If the name is rich, if it grows, Hanshui should flow northwest. This poem, you can taste it."
He seems to be a little hot, usually the last two sentences, and directly handed out the poem. Someone took it immediately. Some people also said: "This poem is also general... yes." The nextone answered: "This poem..." Everyone in the room didn't want to immediately set a rating for this poem, but looked at the expression around, for a time. No one dares to give a tone to this poetry evaluation. No one wants to be the first one to talk about it and be desecrated. But no one wants to say that this poem is very good. They are waiting for others to speak.
Everyone has already heard it, and took the poem and passed it on, and some have already seen it. Often Ning Yi leaves the direction. Chew down and look at the poem. I feel that I don’t want to squeeze any more and then write the poem to the paper next to me. Such a moment. It was just that group of literati who were out of order. The Qingjun master over there, Ji Jiqing and others on this side were somewhat left out.
Ji Qingqing listened to the poem again, and decided in his heart that it might not be able to go anywhere, just look at Yu Shaoyuan, but he is biting his head in a place not far away, holding his own "Nian Nujiao", God sè The change is uncertain. Look at the side, the teacher sitting on the futon there, one hand covering his mouth, but also like what is screaming in the sly, her body gently swings left and right, her eyes are smiling, her smile is elegant. The other hand's white fingers are stained with alcohol, so I write on the small table in front of me. It is obviously the poetry left by Ning Liheng. She is scornful with the rhythm, and she has the feeling of being alone and enjoying herself. Occasionally I laughed again.
Ji Qingqing sat there, soft-eyed, with a slight smile, but the heart could not expect such a result, and not many people guessed that the poem was simply a poem. In theory, the poetry is no matter how good it is. There are only a limited number of poems written here. Even if the poems written by Ning Yi are enough to match the Shao Nian’s "Nian Nu Jiao", there are many words that can be brought out. But this poem is beyond this category.
If it is not because of the deliberation and aggressiveness of this group of people, Ning Yi does not want to take this poem out of the scene, at most, Su Shi’s first love poem "浣溪沙" is enough to live in the market. But when things develop to this point, the meaning of this poem is different. Li Bai's "On the River". To describe it in one sentence, this is one of the works that Shixian is the most representative of his thoughts.
One person in the ages, Li Taibai.
If the impassion is passionate and expresses his heart, Li Taibai's poems are the ones that can shock people's hearts in the first place and shock others, especially in front of those who have been with their poems for a lifetime. "Qupin's words are hovering for the month, and Chu Wangtai's hollow hills. Hing's fall and penny shakes the five yue, poetry into a smile and arrogant Lingzhou!" There is almost no complicated study and analysis. Here, there are not many people who can afford it.
Although in the later generations, it may be because of the reason why "there is no such thing as going to stay with the wave", this poem has not been selected into any textbook, and the fame does not seem to be as famous as the wine, but it is Li Taibai. At the age of thirty or forty, Dacheng’s work is relatively normal, but it is as smooth as a river. It is in one go, and it is placed in this poetry. Where is the Wuyue, Ling is more than Zhangzhou. It is simply taking advantage of the general trend to force the people in front of the poetry. If this is not the case, it will not let Xue Gongyuan speak out.
No one thought about it, this slap in the face will be so exaggerated. At this time, a group of literati whispered, and the peasants of the Qingjun County whispered whispers. They joined in the excitement, because Zhou Pei had too much praise for her teacher. Everyone grew up in the squat, where would Convinced, but after watching the fun, I did not think about enmity, this time whispered: "I can't think of her teacher is so exaggerated..."
Over there, Ji Qingqing sat next to the teacher, and he was entangled himself. He thought about the sentence: "I can't think of this Ning Liheng, I can really write such a good poem. Compared with Shaoyuan, it is also difficult to distinguish, the teacher and sister... ..." She looked calmly at the front and turned her head to the side. It seemed that she casually and cordially talked to the teacher, and listened to the teacher "whistling" and "whistling" and laughing twice, some strange, looking at the head. Although the teacher smirked and smiled occasionally, he still looked pretty and charming, but this time the finger was still on the table, and his eyes did not look at her.
"Call... Late Qing sister, little sister doesn't know what you are doing..."
"Ok?"
"Do you know how much my brother is so powerful... call..."
"Teacher and sister...what is this..."
"I just sat down... I saw you forced him... I just laughed, huh, oh, late Qing sister..."
"Uh……"
"I don't know how good he is... but the little girl only knows..." The teacher smiled and lowered his head. His hand was on his forehead for a moment: "Zhou Meicheng once believed that if he was in front of him, some would not dare to write poetry. ...Sister Qing Qing, why are you... you have to force him, oh... I can’t help it, it’s so funny...

Although the two sides have always been peaceful and harmonious, but they compete for fame, in fact, they have already torn their faces several times in private. The teacher always shows people with the feeling of being elegant and clear, but if they are evil, they are often sharp words, often indifferent words, they can stab people, but not the kind of people who are obedient. At this time, everyone has not put their attention over, she smiled open here, Ji Qingqing's face was also stunned by the time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Zhou Meicheng did not dare to write poetry in front of him? If this is the case, she will recall the development of the whole situation, and she can clearly see what kind of harlequin she has become in the eyes of the other party...
Her face is sèyīn sunny, complicated and difficult to say. However, in the mind of the teacher at the moment, he did not care about the horror of the opponent after being beaten. What she is thinking more is the whole process.
To be honest, the word Ning Yi’s word broke now, and even she was somewhat scared, so that the image of Ning Yi, which seemed to be clearer in her mind, became somewhat vague and mysterious.
I’m going to stay with you... Although it’s really cool, he thinks... What the is...
At the same time that the teacher was thinking about these things in his own heart, Ning Yi had already taken Zhou Pei, and went out of the manor to the outside tree-lined path.

oK, brush starting point ordinary, nǎi riding in place, 14!
The 22nd monthly ticket, thank you, let's go to 20 or less. ^_^(To be continued...)