When the Fairy Sword crew was still holding a finale banquet for the finale, the ancient poetry conference had already gathered a storm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A simple small house, there are about 30 people in it, most of them are middle-aged and elderly, don't look at the simplicity of this place, but it is the center of the entire ancient poetry and literature society.

And those ancient poems published on ancient poems, etc., must be reviewed by them in the end, after all, it is one thing for ancient poetry lovers to vote, and it is another thing for anyone to take advantage of this opportunity to swipe votes.

Therefore, it is true that the ranking according to the vote is not false, but the ranking of netizens' votes can only occupy 20% of the scoring rate of the final review.

And this group of people is the top figure of the Ancient Poetry Society, and they also serve as the review of ancient poetry this time.

For these people, ancient poems are not only touching because of their good words, but also about the beauty of its rhythm, but also about the stories and emotions behind it.

Therefore, the ancient poetry conference also prevented many people from fishing in troubled waters.

In front of them, everyone had a computer and was reading the ancient poems that had been uploaded.

At this time, a song of evil jumped into a person's eyes.

Evil, I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted.

Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer.

Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king.

"Good!"

The old man couldn't help but pat his thigh and screamed uncontrollably.

"Lao Li, what are you doing?"

Although everyone sits in front of the computer to audit, looking at the distribution of computers, it is obvious that there is a host who controls the audience, and sitting on the host seat is the chairman of the Ancient Poetry Culture Society, Jiang Yunfeng.

A well-known ancient poetry in China in terms of Taishan Beidou. He has also won many large and small awards in his life, but he doesn't care about any of them, he has only one wish, that is, he hopes that the ancient poetry culture can flourish.

"Old Jiang, I found a good song!" Li Xiangfei, who was called Lao Li by Jiang Yunfeng, is also a person who has won countless honors, compared to Jiang Yunfeng, Li Xiangfei is a person who loves ancient poetry to the core.

He once didn't eat for three days for a good poem, and finally lay down in the hospital, he once pondered repeatedly for a good poem, to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, in short, this is an old man whose ancient poem is his life.

"Old Jiang, I'll send it to you."

The three sentences in the evil are abrupt and extraordinary, swearing by the sky, and spitting out the truth, which is not only fierce in love, but also reveals the long-suppressed depression.

Among them, the five words of longevity and decay are sonorous and powerful, and they are full of loyalty in firmness. The word "desire" vividly expresses the rebellious female character who is unbearable to be bound by etiquette and religion and pursues a happy life.

Although these three sentences are not portrayed, the image of a woman with true love and strong ambition and loyalty has clearly stood in front of Li Xiangfei.

Therefore, after Li Xiangfei sent it to Jiang Yunfeng, he sighed, "If there is nothing to do with the five, then I can't be the king." ”

Shangxi, an unparalleled way of expressing love in ancient and modern China and abroad, can be said to be a swan song.

This evil poem is short and long, and it is shocking. It's very short, and because of this, after Jiang Yunfeng read it, his eyes were also full of surprise, "Evil romance, a god in the short chapter!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was originally reviewing them also shouted for Li Xiangfei to pass it on to them as well.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone had finished watching it, and there was a flash of admiration and shock in their eyes.

"From an artistic point of view, the lyricism of this evil song is very romantic, and the love lust during it is like an unstoppable eruption of magma, majestic and passionate. Reading the evil spirit, it seems that you can hear the sound of the woman's rapid breathing through the bright verses.

On the whole, the poem's description of love has really reached a certain level. ”

One person made a sound, Li Xiangfei looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, "Lao Wang, I've never seen you describe a poem so seriously!" ”

Wang Zhiwen rolled his eyes, and was speechless, "The evil is a love chapter cast with blood and even life, and its language and sentences are short and long, and they are spread with love. The syllables are short and slow, and the words are ebb and flow.

The person who can make such a palace-level work doesn't know who it is! ”

"But for sure, it must be everyone who can make such a song." Li Xiangfei also sighed slightly.

"Everyone, take a look at the other one I sent you, I think it's written well, please enjoy it!"

"I was not born, I was old"

I was not born, I was born to be old, I hated me for being late, I hated you for being early

I am not born when you are born, I am old and hateful at the same time, and I am good with you every day

I was born before I was born, I am old, I am far away from the end of the world, and I am separated from the cape

I was born before I was born, and I was born with an aging butterfly to look for flowers, and I lived in the grass at night

After another quarter of an hour, the corners of some people's mouths twitched slightly, which is called writing well?

Nima, it's so well written!

Compared with the one called evil just now, he is not at all inferior and inferior!

This ancient poem, titled "I was not born, I am old", expressed a tragic story that made the hearts of everyone present throb.

After all, everyone present is a top figure in the ancient poetry world, and it is simply too easy to integrate their own emotions into this poem.

However, it is to be able to understand, so that they are even more shocked, because of the creation of people, due to the huge age barrier and various reasons, it is difficult for two people who love each other to unite and stay together, but they can not get rid of lovesickness, which makes people feel helpless and regretful......

The style of the poem is straightforward, sentimental and poignant, and all of them make people sad.

Looking at the poem, it is clear that the man in the poem is much older than the woman. In ancient times, people generally married early, so when the parties in the poem met each other, the man must have been married and had children, while the woman was young.

Interestingly, the poem uses a dialogue format: the first two stanzas are women's exclamations, while the last two stanzas are man's voices. "Hate" refers to regret in the ancient sense, rather than hatred or resentment in the present sense. "The end of the world" and "cape" presumably refer to secular concepts, rather than geographical or psychological distance. "Turning into a butterfly" is a wish that is difficult to combine, and "day and day" and "night perched on the grass" are enough to witness the alliance between the two feelings of the people in the poem.

"Damn, why is it written in the world?" A middle-aged man who was slightly younger than everyone present couldn't help but see the signature and shouted out in a lost voice.