Ancient style poems!

Everyone couldn't help but laugh secretly, they didn't expect Qi Pingchuan to write ancient style poems!

Ancient poems are easier to write than metrical poems.

It's common sense.

After all, the ancient style of poetry is free, not informal, even, rhyme wider, length is not limited, sentences have four, five, six, seven and miscellaneous words.

It's just that no one in the crowd can laugh.

The quality of a poem, some poems are flat and straightforward in front, like a gurgling stream, and the last sentence is the finishing touch to form the air of a fish leaping into the dragon gate.

Some poems begin with thunder and then drizzle.

Qi Pingchuan opened his mouth......

Yang Xun's eyes widened, and a spectacular picture of a big river rushing from the sky to the sea naturally appeared in his mind, and he was immersed, and even heard the sound of the wind and the waves of the sky.

Fu Xiang breathed rapidly and grabbed the book.

The old priest's face was flushed, and the ten fingers in his sleeve trembled slightly.

Xu Qiusheng was stunned.

are all readers, how can they not understand the subtlety of this sentence.

What an imagination!

There are many people who write about the big river, but who can let their imagination fly to this point and let the water of the Yellow River come to the sky, what a majestic momentum this is, what a vast pattern this is!

Including Xu Qiusheng, everyone was petrified in place, listening to Qi Pingchuan continue to chant:

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

……

……

Silence, more silent than night.

It took a long time before it was broken by the old teachings, this Confucian, who was known as a slow gentleman and had also taken the imperial examination high school in his early years, was as strong as madness, and muttered in his mouth: "Chaowen Dao, you can die at night, you can ...... it."

The old priest walked straight out of the school hall and tripped on the steps in front of the door.

When he got up, he was already wearing a disheveled hair.

But he didn't realize it, and he still muttered the sentence that he could die at night, and he walked away in despair.

The back is desolate.

The old teachings who have dedicated their lives to learning only realize their own insignificance.

Yang Xun's face was flushed, he only felt that his hair was standing on end, and his blood was surging, and he had goosebumps all over his body, and shouted: "Strong, fast, wine, wine!" ”

Fu Xiang was also flushed, this arrogant and arrogant poor student, just walked out of the desk, stood in the aisle next to the desk, and shook Qi Pingchuan to the end, "Mr.'s talent is enough to match the ears of heaven!" ”

The rest of the students also woke up from the shock, and bowed to Qi Pingchuan in unison, saying, "Mr. Cai, please be my teacher!" ”

Xu Qiusheng is like a sculpture.

His face was pale, and Qi Pingchuan's voice kept echoing in his mind: You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning, you don't see the sad white hair of Gaotang Mingjing, like green silk turning into snow at dusk, life must be happy, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon......

Qi Pingchuan knew that there would be such an ending.

Whose poem is this?

Immortal Li Bai!

I, Qi Aotian, have moved out of Li Bai, and it can't achieve the effect, so it's too unreasonable.

Actually, I'm still soft-hearted.

Li Bai's really most romantic poem is not "Will Enter the Wine", but the poem "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell", it can be said that that poem is the pinnacle of romantic poetry.

Of course, it's not that "Will Enter the Wine" is bad.

In fact, artistically speaking, "Will Enter the Wine" is the pinnacle of poetry.

patted Xu Qiusheng's shoulder, with a sense of loneliness on his face, and said with a shrimp pig heart: "How about it, do you still need me to spend some time and mind to talk about the shortcomings in Xu Zhizhou's poem, is it necessary?" ”

I don't dare to refute Qin Guan's "Spring Day".

But I can hold it down.

At this moment, Xu Qiusheng, who must be able to write "Spring", should have vividly experienced what despair is.

It's called despair.

It's just a first-class champion who comes out once every three years, can it be compared with Li Bai, an immortal who can't produce a thousand years?

The word "poet" is too cheap.

So, even if I take the initiative now, you Xu Qiusheng is embarrassed to let me refute "Spring Day"?

Didn't you find your own smoke?

Xu Qiusheng turned around stiffly, glanced at Qi Pingchuan, looked at the hateful face, felt the attitude of a king who looked down on him, resisted the urge to strangle him, took a deep breath, stopped talking, and finally sighed.

He understood, lost.

Really, utterly lost.

I have read all the poetry books for so many years, even among the works of the sages of the Confucian Temple, I can't come up with a few poems that can be compared with this "Will Enter the Wine".

I can't even write it myself.

I can't write it now, but I ...... it in the future I'm afraid I can't write it.

At this moment, he understood one word: despair.

It is the despair of seeing the mountains but never being able to climb to the top of the mountain in this life, the kind of distant despair that can never be touched when you see the stars.

Compared with this poem "Will Enter the Wine", what I wrote "Qingyun crosses the street and travels to Hanlin, and Chunmo looks at Jinghua" is simply a pile of shit, a penny of waste paper.

He even wanted to use that poem to whip the self-esteem of the gas bottle and destroy his image.

Now it seems that it is a great irony.

Xu Qiusheng only felt that the big bell of the temple had hit it fiercely on his face, and it was hot and painful.

Tie Qing brushed his sleeves away, "Farewell!" ”

Qi Pingchuan sighed, "Xu Zhizhou, don't go, although my song "Will Enter the Wine" is good, but it is just good, your song is still very good, you can also laugh at Ao Shilin, we can still be friendly to poetry friends, you must know that the height is not cold, I Qi Pingchuan rarely meet a talented person, you still have hope to see my car taillights with hard work, don't let me bear this peak loneliness alone...... Hey, are you really leaving? ”

After the shrimp, continue with the pork heart.

Xu Qiusheng, who walked out of the door, froze, slowly turned his head and stared at Qi Pingchuan, "Remember today." ”

Someday, I want you to pay back double.

Qi Pingchuan sighed, looking indifferent, "I can't remember, after all, writing such poems is common for me, remember what to do, just write a better poem next time, these things are only garbage will be remembered every day, Xu Zhizhou, don't you say?" ”

Burst!

Xu Qiusheng suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand and pointed at Qi Pingchuan tremblingly, unable to say a word.

Qi Pingchuan turned his back to Xu Qiusheng and looked up at the sky at forty or fifty degrees.

He let out a long sigh.

"A song "Will Enter the Wine", where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the peak...... It's really lonely like an avalanche! ”