Chapter Ninety-Eight: Export Chapters

"Poetry?"

Nan Li rubbed his forehead: "Are you sure?"

Am I clicking?

Compare poetry with me?

Are you sick?

I have a large number of classics on the earth in my mind, which is thousands of years of cultural accumulation, and I can pick up a random song that is a classic.

You still have to compare poetry with me?

It's okay, today let you overseas barbarians see what is called original poetry!

Nan Li had never been so confident as he was now, and hooked his finger and said, "Let the horse come over." ”

Dean Wang sat in the guest seat, as steady as Mount Tai, he clearly knew the level of Nanli's ancient poetry, which was known as the "Southern Poet", and even the official media praised it.

He secretly said in his heart, this little devil really doesn't have any eyes, I don't know Nanli's literary attainments, especially the ancient poems that kill all the contemporary people in seconds, but you chose the ancient poems, and rushed to slap people in the face!

He was also worried about the strange little devil, what kind of guzheng and erhu instruments to choose.

Then he can't do it, hundreds of years of war have broken the culture of Dahuaguo, and many traditional things have been lost, even in poetry.

However, fortunately, a Nanli came out, and this little devil was unfortunately kicked to the iron plate, and now there is a drama to watch.

The students below also stared at Yamoto with a smile, as if they were looking at the teasing invited by a monkey.

"Brother Nan's opening is a classic, and the level of poetry is comparable to that of ancient people, afraid of this little devil?"

"However, this little devil is obviously prepared! Although Brother Nan is talented, isn't it difficult to create on the spot!"

"Like, isn't this overt bullying?"

"Don't worry, we have to trust Brother Nan. ”

"Cheer for Brother Nan!"

"Brother Nan, come on!"

The students all admire the strong people very much, especially Nan Li, who is not much different in age from them, but he is already so good, they have already become fans of Nan Li, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are brainless fans.

Yamamotoro's eyes became even more contemptuous when he looked at Nanli, and his eyes were full of pride.

This time, the delegation of Dongdu University was invited to come, one was to watch the ceremony, and the other was to kill the spirit of the Chinese people.

Last month, at the cultural exchange conference between Dahua and Fusang, Zhang Lingtong, the president of the Transmission and Protection Association, didn't know where to get a song "Ugly Slave" that rubbed their spirit!

Therefore, this time they want to find a place to go, and this time they came with the delegation, but there is a national treasure of Fuso Country, the master of Chinese culture Ida Huiichi.

Ida is over 70 years old this year, and he is a well-known scholar in Fuso country, who has studied ancient poetry for more than 50 years.

In the evaluation of their natives, "In terms of poetry, you can trace the ancient masters of Dahua." ”

The important thing is that the word "ancient", that is, the level of Ida Huiyi's poetry has completely surpassed that of modern poets in Dahuaguo, and it is a fight with ancient poets.

Take a look at how arrogant this tone is, but it can also be seen from the other side that this Ida Huiyi is definitely genuine.

Yamamotoro's words have been made clear, and Ida Huiichi slowly moved small steps, step by step, and moved out.

He glanced at Nan Li with his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the poetry of such a young descendant, he felt that it was a bit insulting to him.

However, his face did not show it, he has studied the culture of Dahua for many years, and he has also been deeply influenced by Dahua culture, and has become humble and reserved.

He bowed slightly at Nan Li and said, "Mr. Nan, it's about the face of the family and the country, and cultural disputes, so don't blame me for bullying the small." ”

Nan Li also returned the salute, looked at Jing Tianhui's expressionless face, and smiled slightly: "Old man, please." ”

After speaking, he stood there motionless, not saying a word.

Ida Hui thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Nan, let's write a poem on the theme of our respective countries' culture, and the content is not limited. What do you think?"

Nan Li said: "Okay!"

"Listen, the old man comes first. Ida Hui sighed slightly, and said confidently: "I'm much older than you, give you some time to think, I won't take advantage of you, let you lose convincingly." ”

Ida Huiyi's Chinese is very standard, and he can even speak a few dialects, which is worthy of an in-depth study of Dahua culture.

"Yesterday the snow was like flowers, today the flowers are like snow. ”

He groaned slowly. The first two sentences of the beginning have shown his good skills, using flowers to metaphor snow, snow to compare flowers, flowers like snow, snow like flowers.

These two sentences seem to be flat and straightforward, but they are extraordinary, especially like God's help.

Ida Hui twisted his beard, and after pondering for about ten seconds, his face was happy, and he chanted slowly:

"The mountain cherry blossoms are like beautiful ......"

"Good analogy. Someone softly exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his words, and the last sentence came out softly: "The red face is easy to dissipate!"

This last sentence sublimates the artistic conception of the whole word to the extreme, and there is an infinite sigh of "the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk".

A five-character quatrain, the whole poem takes the cherry blossoms, the national flower of Fusang, as the starting point, and uses the cherry blossoms to pass away, which is a metaphor for the twilight of the beauty, revealing a strong sense of grievance.

On top of this grievance, the snow-white, fluttering, and beautiful cherry blossoms are vividly expressed.

"Good poetry!"

"Classic!"

"Five-word quatrain, concise and to the point!"

"Catch up with the ancients!"

The delegation of Dongdu University rejoiced one by one.

Even Dean Wang and the others nodded when they heard it.

Art is connected, and in all fairness, this poem is really good, it can be called a masterpiece!

If you add the rendering of time, it can also be called a classic, if it is an ordinary person, it will be counted, but he just ran into Nanli.

"You're too early to be happy, aren't you?" Nan Li's cold tone interrupted the cheers of the Dongdu University delegation.

One of the young men turned around and sneered, "Could it be that you can write higher poetry than this?"

"Admit defeat, at your age, it's not a shame to lose to Mr. Ida. ”

"I said, young man, don't you even see what's so good about this poem? Another young man responded.

"Huh!"

Nan Li shook his head and sighed: "People in small countries are not knowledgeable, I can write hundreds of poems like this in a minute, you can listen to them." ”

"The first song, write me Dahua Yangtze River. ”

"The Yangtze River has been stagnant, and thousands of miles will return. The situation is high and the wind is late, and the mountains and yellow leaves fly. ”

"The second song is dedicated to the Yellow River, the mother river of Dahua. ”

"At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

"The third poem is written about the prosperous Jiangnan region of my country. ”

"Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you remember Jiangnan?"

"The fourth poem, write about the plum blossoms in the four gentlemen of Meilan, bamboo and chrysanthemum. ”

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”

Nan Li made four poems in a row, these four poems are all classic ancient poems that have been circulated on the earth for thousands of years, and they have been recited since the first grade of primary school.

The delegation of Dongdu University was all shocked,

How so?

Nanli's poems are too simple, but the artistic conception is very far-reaching, and it seems to contain profound philosophy. After Dafan's art reaches a certain realm, they are all connected, and they can naturally feel the extraordinaryness of Nanli's poetry.