"Write ancient poems silently? It's interesting, I can give it a try. Li Hu's mouth was super wide open, but his eyes were staring at the computer screen.

Each contestant is requested to correctly write the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, known as the "poet immortal", his "Will Enter the Wine. You don't see".

"Wow, the king of the game still has to go to great lengths to write an ancient poem, what kind of fairy operation is this, can any game god tell me?" Even if Li Hu didn't want to write silently, he couldn't help it. Don't look at who is making such an excessive request now, of course, it is the favorite "Glory of Kings". If you really don't want to write, then you don't want to play qualifying.

After pondering for a long time, there is always a satisfying answer. Although Li Hu didn't spend a few more brain cells, he knew that Li Bai's famous "Will Enter the Wine" was not exactly what he showed at the scene of the poetry recitation competition in the second year of junior high school that year?

He began to recall the bits and pieces of when he was in junior high school, when the sky was still blue, the grass was also turquoise, the geese in the shape of "one" wandered in a neat and orderly direction to the south, and the small shrimp in the rivers and lakes were still affectionately telling the sweet words in their hearts. And Li Hu stood quietly on the podium, facing the whole grade students below, intently reciting the article "Will Enter the Wine" he copied on the Internet.

If it weren't for the top 35 students in the whole grade rushing to other places to participate in the English listening competition organized by the school, Li Hu would probably win a third prize, which would have been very difficult.

Since it was a text that had been memorized, it shouldn't be a problem to write it again now.

Look, I saw that Li Hu saved the effort of smoking, picked up the keyboard directly, and then slammed it hard. I don't know if the keyboard can resist his percussions, but what I know is that a "Will Enter the Wine" under Li Hu came out of the air. Although the original author is the former poet immortal Li Bai, looking at Li Hu's momentum, he has the spirit of a general's legacy.

If Li Bai is a poet immortal in the poetry world, then he Li Hu is a poet in the poetry world. Li Hu, Li Hu, is worthy of being Li Bai's descendant! I just don't know if it's really Li Bai's descendant, all of them are surnamed Li, as the so-called, not a descendant, better than a descendant.

With the memory in his brain, Li Hu's hand never stopped from the first time he hit the keyboard until the end of the last period.

"Hah, it's finally done." Li Hu looked at the poem he had typed with his own hands and smiled happily.

Will go into the wine. You don't see it

Tang Dynasty. Li bai

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.