On the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, the sound is shallow and the wind is light.

On the fifth floor of this floor nearly 100 meters away from the river, because it is not a holiday, there are not many people who come, and the voices are far from reaching the level of boiling, even if some people climb to the heights and shout, the sound will not last long, and they will be swept away by the wind.

And such an environment also creates a haode atmosphere for several poets who are here to write, giving them space to fly inspired.

For 5,000 years, the status of literati in China has been quite high, and today, it is no exception, so tourists will have an invisible admiration for the person who holds the pen, even if some of them see their favorite poet, they can't bear to come forward to bother.

This is a form of respect for the literati.

Facing the wind coming from the cloak, there is a rushing river right now, even if you don't have much talent, standing here will have the desire to chant a long song, naturally, for these poets, it is a perfect moment to express your heart.

And Gu Yang was caught in it, waving like a fly, but in just ten minutes, he wrote the poem he had prepared.

After writing the word zuihou, he looked up at the river, the meaning of the poem still remained in his heart, and there seemed to be a brilliant poet swordsman thousands of years ago in front of him, indulging in long songs on the river.

The boy wrote a poem reminiscing about historical figures.

That historical figure, he once saw off the deceased on the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, and also imagined going to Shuchuan, leaving his figure on the palace of the dynasty, traveling all over the world, going through the famous mountains and rivers, full of poetry, thousands of years, the years wore out his smile and voice. And the psalms that have been written are even more brilliant in this time.

Put down the pen, Qingyun beside him also completed his work at this time, and when he saw Gu Yang overlooking the river, he asked, "Gu Yang, have you finished writing?" ”

Gu Yang smiled back and nodded: "Hmm." It's written, it's a modern poem. ”

"That's good, haha, this time out, there are four people who write ancient style poetry, and only two people write modern poetry, the number is not dominant, but fortunately, I added a you halfway, now I have the bottom of my heart."

Qingyun said with a chuckle. He pointed to the paper in the boy's hand and said, "What type of writing do you have?" Can you take a look? ”

Gu Yang was not in a hurry to show the poems in his hand to others, but first brought them over softly: "Don't be in a hurry to read this for the time being, clumsy, clumsy, let's take a look at yours first." ”

At this moment, the poet named Wen Cheng called out, "Everyone. Presumably everyone has already made a poem, right? In the next is not talented, throwing bricks and leading jade. Let's show off my clumsy work first. ”

When he had finished speaking, he handed over his poem to the poets, and it was the poet Gao Zhi who took it, and he watched and recited it. Show the meaning of the poem to people.

Wen Cheng, who was the first to show himself, was a poet of ancient poetry.

Quietly listening to Gao Zhi's chanting, Gu Yang nodded secretly.

It is indeed a very haode poem.

After such a long period of accumulated practice, his ancient literary skills have become more and more profound, even if he can't make any first-class masterpieces. But I still have some understanding of poetry, and for Wen Cheng's poetry level,

The subject of poetry seems to be easy to get started, but it is actually extremely difficult.

From ancient times to the present, step by step, the ancient style of poetry has undergone all kinds of changes, the rhythm has changed, from the previous flat water rhyme to today's new Chinese rhyme, because the traditional culture is more preserved than haode, the popularity is much higher than before, but there are very few who can really enter the doorway.

A poem is not a rhyme, it is a haode poem, the poem is more particular, is the artistic conception and the collocation between the words, the focus is on whether the poet's mood can be expressed and show the scenery, and the number of poets who can reach this level is not many.

Obviously, this ancient style poetry poet has entered the real door, and his words and sentences are all first-class.

After listening to one poem, the poets next to them were amazed, and after their own evaluation, they took out the poems of the next poet and evaluated them, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

It is undeniable that the poets here belong to the top poets in the country, who are talented and famous all over the world, and the poetry contained in their chests makes them quite angry, but which of the people here is inferior to themselves? As a result, it is more of a sense of sympathy, and the literary exchanges between each other are all suggestions of friendship, and the heart of comparison is not born.

After reading a few articles, almost all the works of the people present had been read, and it was finally Gu Yang's turn to write poems.

"Now that everyone's works have been tasted, it's up to you, Gu Yang."

Gao returned a poem to its author, turned his head to look at the young man who was watching, and said with a smile.

Several poets moved their eyes to Gu Yang in unison, full of anticipation.

Among all the people, the most famous is this eighteen-year-old boy.

There is still a little bit of envy in their hearts, but in comparison, they are more looking forward to how wonderful this young man's poems will be.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on himself, Gu Yang smiled calmly and said, "My works are reminiscing about historical figures, modern poems. ”

"Oh? I'll read modern poetry, ha, let me read it first. ”

Qingyun smiled and took the paper in Gu Yang's hand, her gaze slid off the young man's face and jumped onto the paper.

At that moment, he was a little stunned.

"What's wrong, Qingyun? Read it. ”

Gao next to him saw that he didn't speak for a long time, so he reached out and touched him, so that he could recover from his stunned state.

Under this touch, Qingyun apologized, closed her eyes and stared, silent for a few seconds, brewing the feelings in her heart, her expression became solemn, and her voice carried a magnificent and atmospheric emotion.

"The title of the poem "Looking for Li Bai"

After the name of this muffled poem was announced, the tone couldn't help but be raised.

"Drink and sing for nothing,

Flying and domineering for whom. ”

Just this line of poetry came out, and the bold meaning of the whole modern poem surged out, and everyone present was completely shocked.

The opening two lines of poetry, how majestic is this?

At this moment, the little pride they had just generated from making a piece of good poetry was completely gone, and only the expectation for this piece of "Looking for Li Bai" remained.

The color of Qingyun remained unchanged, and the poems poured out in one fell swoop along with his magnificent emotions, and as he recited, the image of the uninhibited poet burst forth, breaking through the sky from thousands of years ago.

"That pair of arrogant boots still falls,

In the hands of Colliers, but the man was gone......"

The poets listened silently, and their hearts couldn't help but have a longing for that ancient poet.

In just a few paragraphs, the poet's life was written, and the words were first-class, full of poetry, a good article "Looking for Li Bai"!

And this heartfelt exclamation reached its peak in a single verse!

"Wine into the bowels,

Seven points made moonshine.

There are also three points of sword qi,

Embroidered mouth spit,

Just half of the Tang Dynasty! ”

Hearing this, under the emotion, Gao on the side couldn't help but whisper: "Okay!" ”

The artistic conception of this sentence is magnificent and magnificent, crossing the vein of literature and crossing the boundaries of time and space, which can be described as a grand view!

As the porter of this poem, Gu Yang just stood aside, smiling slightly, and listening to the recitation.

This is a poem by the poet Yu Guang in the previous life.

This "Looking for Li Bai" is magnificent and sonorous, the artistic conception is bizarre and perfect, and it depicts Li Taibai's peerless poetic talent and transcendence, which is an excellent work in this kind of modern poetry.

And the reaction of the poets was just as he imagined, full of admiration.

"The green flashes are getting faster and faster,

Take you back to the legends. ”

With Zuihou's words, Qingyun put down the paper, and the poets present were silent and did not speak for a while.

They are still reminiscing about the rhyme left in the song "Looking for Li Bai".

After a long time, Gao spoke up and gave an evaluation that everyone present agreed with: "A classic, impeccable." ”

After a pause, he added, "This is the most haode article of the day." (To be continued......)