"Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell"

On the snow-white rice paper, there are seven big black characters, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and the air is lofty, like seven black dragons that are about to take off.

It is said that people are like their words, but in fact, words are also like their people, Qian Hao's words are like others, making people addicted at a glance.

Qian Hao looked at the seven big characters he had written, and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing heartily. It turned out that he had practiced calligraphy for more than ten years, and at this moment, he finally made a breakthrough and finally had a god.

In the past, his handwriting was good, and few people could compare with the wild grass in one hand, but it was just a vain form. It's like a sculpture, no matter how real it looks, no matter how beautiful it is, it's a dead thing without a soul.

Others didn't understand this little bit of gap, but Sima Sheng knew, so he couldn't help but clap his hands and shout: "Good words, good words!"

"Good words, good words!"

It's not a loss to be a master and apprentice, just when Sima Sheng applauded, Wang Xi couldn't help but say yes.

Of course, it was not only the two of them who applauded, but also others, such as the old man who provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

But for these, Qian Hao was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it. In fact, he has completely indulged in the world of poetry and words, like a deaf and mute person, unable to hear the voices of the people, unable to see the expressions of the people, but just keep waving the pen.

He writes:

"Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves. The more people talk about the sky, the clouds are bright and extinguished, or they can be seen. The heavenly grandmother is horizontal, and the five mountains cover the red city. The rooftop is 48,000 zhang, and it wants to fall southeast. ”

One word, like a dragon and a tiger; A line of poetry, like a fairy like a god. However, a few words have already shocked Wang Xi and Sima Sheng, the master and apprentice.

Sima Sheng muttered to himself: "Good poetry, good poetry, this kind of weather, who in the world can match?"

Wang Xi also muttered to himself: "It's actually a poem of wandering immortals, this kind of poem is not easy to write." This momentum is there, no wonder it's sleepwalking, but how to write it? ”

The rest were also shocked, like Li Ke and Chu Yao, and their little faces were full of surprise. And Zhang Zisong and Zhao Ying were jealous and hateful, and secretly cursed: Youxian poem, I don't believe you can write it well, it's best to write it in the end.

However, no matter whether he was surprised or jealous, Qian Hao did not react at all, and still wrote the shocking verses:

"I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and moon overnight. The lake and the moon shine on me and send me to the river. Gong Xie's residence is still there, and the water is rippling and the ape is crying. With ****** feet on his feet, he climbed the ladder of green clouds. Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the sky smells the chicken. Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers leaning on the stones have suddenly been twilight. The bear roared and the dragon sang Yin Yanquan, and the chestnut deep forest was terrifying. The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking. There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills are destroyed. The stone fan of the cave is suddenly opened. ”

When Qian Hao wrote such a large paragraph of poetry, everyone who knew poetry was shocked. They couldn't hold back any longer and came forward to watch. If Wang Jing and the others hadn't stopped them, it is estimated that they would have been able to squeeze Qian Hao aside.

However, even if Wang Jing and others stopped them, there were many people who crowded over, like Sima Sheng. This guy was close to the water, and he was the first to run to Qian Hao's side, his eyes looked at the rice paper, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Li Ke, Chu Yao and other girls also rushed over, almost all of them were about to stick to Qian Hao. If Qian Hao hadn't devoted himself wholeheartedly, he would definitely be throbbing, these are two big beauties.

Wang Xi was even more exaggerated, running to the table, bending over and stretching his head, holding his white beard, staring at the words motionlessly. Not only that, but he also muttered in his mouth: "Good poem, good poem, it is definitely a classic poem of wandering immortals."

At this moment, where does he care what character does not conform to the theme of leaving a farewell, and what if it does not match? This poem is already a masterpiece.

Zhang Zisong's face was already pale, because he knew how good the poem was. I am afraid that he will not be able to write such a poem in his life. And Zhao Ying looked gloomy, gritted her teeth and said to herself: "What if it is well written, it is not that it does not conform to the theme of leaving others." Moreover, even if it is compliant, it is not that he was expelled by Yan Da, hehehe......"

The people inside were so excited, and the people outside were naturally curious, surging and stretching their necks to watch. However, there are so many people that they are mostly invisible. However, Guo Dong could see it, because he used the video recorder of the middle-aged man next to him. Of course, it can't be seen really.

Although the poem was good and Wang Xi was also very excited, Ma Youcai and the principal were still indifferent. The two of them don't say that they don't understand poetry at all, but they also know nine out of ten, and they don't know anything.

Because of ignorance, so fearlessness.

The two of them still looked indifferent, and even smiled mockingly at everyone's excitement.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zisong finally exhaled, calmed down, and sneered: "What if the poem is well written, it's not that you want to be expelled, it's not that you are powerless." There are many great poets in history, but I haven't seen a few rich and noble. ”

All living beings are in their eyes, one by one, and Qian Hao glimpsed the moment he was inked, but he just smiled. Completely out of sight.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the original author of this poem, that is, Li Bai. He thought of his arrogance, his grace, and his domineering......

"Be a man like Li Taibai, the concubine holds the inkstone, the wrestler takes off his boots, and the Son of Heaven can't get on the boat."

The thought of a moment made his blood boil, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "How can there be poetry without wine, and how can poetry be made without wine?"

"Quick, get the wine."

This was not what Sima Sheng said, but Wang Xi, who hurriedly shouted at the crowd.

The students looked at each other, naturally not knowing where to find wine, but the people watching outside had wine. No, the old man who provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone before didn't know where to get a bottle of wine.

It looks like a good bottle of wine.

Qian Hao couldn't care so much, opened the lid, took a sip, and immediately wrote with a snake. Write a paragraph, take a sip of wine, and after a while write a large paragraph:

"The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another. The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp. Suddenly, the soul throbbed with courage, and the shock rose and groaned. But the pillow of the time of awakening, the smoke of the loss. ”

At this time, no one spoke, waiting for Qian Hao to finish writing the poem. Even Wang Xi is like this, but his heavy breathing shows that his heart is not calm at all.

The same is true for other people, no one can stay calm, even those who don't understand poetry, are also shocked by Qian Hao's uninhibited appearance. Especially some girls, their eyes are full of adoration and admiration.

At this time, Qian Hao suddenly snapped and smashed the wine bottle on the ground. Before the wine was finished, the fragrance diffused out. However, no one paid much attention, because Qian Hao suddenly sang loudly while writing:

"The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times. When will you return when you go, and put the white deer between the green cliffs, you must ride to visit the famous mountain. An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy. ”

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy."

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy."

He sang the last sentence three times in a row, and each time it became more and more cheerful and chic.

At this time, only his voice echoed, and everyone was silent.