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"Yo, he really wrote it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Good words."

"Well, that's a good word."

Chen Yang imitated Wang Xizhi's words, as an immortal, let alone imitating writing, even if he changed into a living person, it was not a problem.

"When is the bright moon?"

"What kind of poem is this? When is the bright moon, there is a bright moon every day. ”

"I'll just say, not everyone can write poetry."

Yao Ji didn't care about the discussions of the people around her, her eyes looked at Chen Yang's side face gently, and they all said that serious men are the most attractive, and Chen Yang's serious writing appearance at the moment is the most handsome in Yao Ji's eyes.

"Ask Qingtian for wine."

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

The discussion suddenly became quieter.

"It's ...... Word? ”

Wang Wei felt strange, why didn't anyone speak all of a sudden? He walked over and stood beside Chen Yang, his eyes fell on the rice paper, and he couldn't help but read it.

And when Wang Wei carefully read the poems on the rice paper according to the rhyme, although the reading was not pleasant, it fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences, but it was done in one go.

Although most of the people in the lobby claim to be talents, there are still a few people who really have profound literary skills.

But even people who don't know anything about poetry can perceive the ethereal, atmospheric and far-reaching artistic conception of this poem when they hear the words and sentences read by Wang Wei.

Wang Wei, in particular, can best appreciate the wonder of this poem.

The question at the beginning seems simple, but it fits the artistic conception of today's Mid-Autumn Festival, and it actually has a sense of drastic refinement.

The talented and beautiful people of this era inevitably pursue complexity and change when composing poems, and some people even say that it is best not to appear the word moon in Yongyue poems, which is the best.

But the poem written by Chen Yang begins with when Mingyue has such a question. But with the next sentence, the artistic conception is naturally unfolded, and it does not make people feel stingy at all.

"Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu. Shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"Good words! Wonderful. Wonderful! ”

When the last word fell, Wang Wei immediately said, his voice was excited, and his expression was even more excited.

This poem is really wonderful, even Wang Wei can't pick out the thorns.

Chen Yang didn't say anything, this water tune song was written by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, and this song was spread on the earth. Almost to the point of becoming a household name.

There was silence in the lobby, and Wang Wei's cheers echoed in everyone's ears.

And randomly, someone began to pronounce the word.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......"

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!"

"Good words, really good words."

By the time everyone came back to their senses, Chen Yang had already pulled Yao Ji out of the lobby, and even took the poem with him.

In the room, Yao Ji was holding rice paper with a smile on her face. Looking at the words on the rice paper over and over again.

This poem is very appropriate for the occasion, and it also responds to the mood of Chen Yang and Yao Ji at this moment.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

This sentence expresses Chen Yang's nostalgia for the world, to be precise. It's nostalgia for Yao Ji.

Immortals are good, but they are not as comfortable as a mortal.

Yao Ji looked at it, and suddenly cried, Chen Yang didn't notice it at first, and when he found out, he was already full of tears.

Chen Yang walked over and gently wiped Yaoji's tears. Asked softly, "What's wrong?" Don't like it? ”

Yaoji shook her head and said, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. Is it really hard to achieve? ”

Chen Yang sighed softly in his heart, and it was because he was full of emotion in his heart that he wrote this poem.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

Although I don't want to admit it, this is the case, joys and sorrows are fate. Although Chen Yang is not a fatalist, he can only compromise on these things.

"Master, kiss me." Yao Ji said suddenly.

Before Chen Yang could react, Yao Ji's warm lips had already been pasted.

The rice paper fell, Yao Ji's delicate body was already in Chen Yang's arms, one by one light clothes fell to the ground, Yao Ji's perfect carcass was imprinted, and Chen Yang kissed every part of her body lovingly.

Both of them felt the arrival of parting, this night, Yao Ji was a little crazy, if it wasn't for the sound insulation technique, Chen Yang was really afraid that the door would be full of people.

The sky was gradually brightening, and Chen Yang looked at Yao Ji lying in his arms, with a few tears hanging from her eyelashes.

The sight was slightly dazed, the person in his arms was getting more and more blurred, Chen Yang used all his strength to kiss her on the forehead.

Yaoji tried hard not to let herself cry, but the tears poured out unobediently. Yao Ji opened her eyes, tears blurred her vision, and the man beside her finally left.

Yao Ji sat up from the bed, sat distracted for a while, and got up to pick up the clothes on the floor.

After getting dressed, Yao Ji picked up the rice paper, she didn't dare to look at it more, for fear that her emotions would be mobilized out of control, so she rolled up the rice paper and put it into the ring.

After doing all this, Yao Ji was about to go out when a figure suddenly appeared in the room.

Yao Ji looked at the man with a gloomy face in front of her, her eyes were complicated, and she said for a long time: "Brother." ”

……

Ancient times.

Chen Yang looked at the prosperity around him, this is a city, called Huaxu Kingdom.

The city was crowded with people, they were fully clothed, and there were many shops on both sides of the street, and there was no shortage of food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

This is ancient times?

Chen Yang was in a trance, which seemed to be a little unreasonable.

How far has antiquity progressed? So why did the Yellow Emperor still gather in the form of tribes?

Chen Yang had doubts in his heart and walked aimlessly in Huaxu.

Hua Xu, the goddess of antiquity, this myth is missing.

The gods in this myth are also mysterious.

But it is undeniable that these immortals are extremely powerful.

Chen Yang was walking, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming, he frowned and looked, the sky had changed greatly. The sky was thundering and lightning, and it seemed like it was about to rain.

The people in the city seem to have gotten used to it, and they pack up their things and return home in an orderly manner.

But for a moment. In the entire city, there was no one left, only Chen Yang stood alone on the street, looking around like a fool.

"Boom!"

Thunder shook the sky, and torrential rain began to fall.

Chen Yang found a place to hide from the rain. This rainstorm comes and goes quickly.

But the clouds were still there, the rain stopped, and the wind came again, a gust of wind that almost blew the house down.

The wind swept and it was half an hour before it stopped. To Chen Yang's surprise, the houses in the city seemed to be arranged with formations. Only then did he avoid the danger of being blown down by the strong winds.

Just when Chen Yang thought that everything was fine, suddenly another gust of wind hit, and hailstones the size of fists fell from the sky.

Chen Yang's eyes widened, staring at the cloudy sky, and he couldn't help but groan.

Did Lao Tzu travel to the Jurassic? Will there be a meteorite impact in a while?

It's no wonder that Chen Yang complained, he had only been here for a few minutes, and it was raining and windy, and finally the wind stopped and the rain dispersed, and the hail came.

Chen Yang stood there patiently and waited for two or three hours, during which time he experienced a violent storm. Lightning and thunder, hail and heavy snow......

He has experienced almost all kinds of extremely bad weather.

The weather returned to its previous clear state, and the sun hung high in the sky. The temperature went up all at once.

The people in the city came out one after another, setting up stalls and shopping, no different from before. There was a calm expression on their faces, as if nothing had happened before.

For a moment, Chen Yang thought that all this in front of him was an illusion in his mind.

If you hadn't been here. Having experienced these changes firsthand, just looking at the expressions of these people, no one would have guessed that such a weather change had just occurred.

Chen Yang casually pulled someone over and asked, "Hello, brother, may I ask, what happened in the sky just now?" ”

The man who was held by him glanced at Chen Yang suspiciously, then took a few steps back, pointed at Chen Yang, and shouted loudly: "He is an outsider!" ”

As soon as these words were shouted, the street instantly became quiet, and everyone's eyes looked towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was also stunned, what is the situation with this Nima? Racism, huh?

Before he could think about it, the whole street suddenly took a step towards him...... Two-step ...... Three-step ......

The corners of Chen Yang's mouth twitched and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

The question is extremely weak, as if being pressed under the body by a fat woman of 300 kilograms, and then asked with a generous expression of death: What are you going to do?

The current situation is almost the same, it is the first time that Chen Yang has been besieged by so many people, especially a group of ordinary people.

It's definitely not going to work, what if you hurt these people. But if you don't do it, this group of people seems to have faint signs of killing themselves.

"Kill him!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and thousands of people in the whole street shouted in unison: "Kill him!" ”

Damn, I'm really going to kill someone!

Chen Yang scolded a few times in his heart, but he didn't panic, not to mention these people, even if he came ten times more, he was not afraid.

The man who had pointed at Chen Yang and shouted the first loudly said loudly: "Catch him and send him to King Huaxu." ”

"Catch him, catch him, catch him!"

Crazy, all crazy.

Chen Yang did not resist, and let them tie himself up, hold him high above the top, and carry him all the way.

It felt quite comfortable to be carried, Chen Yang tilted his head and asked the next person: "Hey, why are you arresting me?" ”

The man didn't raise his head and said, "You're a monster, you're a scourge!" ”

Chen Yang was speechless, this is too general, it is to dip the pig cage, the guillotine, then you have to die, you know, monster? Scourge? These two words and four words are perfunctory?

The group formed a long dragon and soon came to the outside of an imposing palace, which was guarded by soldiers in gold and silver armor.

Several men stepped forward to say a few words to the soldiers, and then carried Chen Yang in.

Chen Yang heard it clearly, those people said that they were monsters who harmed the country and wanted to hand themselves over to King Huaxu. (To be continued.) )