Liu Ling now also knows that he is only one step away from the final success, so he does not dare to have the slightest slack, after all, every poem is definitely not an easy thing for Liu Ling, although it seems that he recited it so quickly, but only he knows that if he wants to really beat Zhang Shangu, this is also quite a difficult thing for him, after all, although there are thousands of Tang and Song poems, but Zhang Shangu's skills are definitely not for fun, and it is absolutely impossible to beat it with a random poem.

Therefore, Liu Ling's selection is also extremely careful every time, after all, this can ensure that nothing goes wrong, and although Tang and Song poems are vast, there are not many real artistic levels that have reached the peak, after all, such poems can be said to be unattainable, even if they are legendary poets, they can only make such amazing works when they come together with their nature and talent, so Liu Ling is also extremely difficult to choose, and now there is only the last poem that describes the night, so Liu Ling does not dare to have the slightest casualness。

Liu Ling is also frowning now, not daring to have the slightest slackness, quickly sifting the poems in his heart one by one, preparing, and picking out the most perfect poem to fight against Zhang Shangui, after all, there is only one last such opportunity, as long as he can succeed now, this challenge is a complete success, and now, once the last attempt fails, then all the efforts just now are wasted, Liu Ling does not want to have this kind of situation, so Liu Ling is also very serious, and does not want to have the slightest mistake。

After a series of screenings, Liu Ling finally picked out an extremely precise poem, and then slowly recited it in front of the public, and everyone immediately pricked up their ears and quietly listened to the poem recited by Liu Ling, they also wanted to see Liu Ling, can they still overpower Zhang Shangui this time?

In the eyes of surprise and anticrisation on everyone's faces, Liu Ling finally slowly recited the verses.

Lacquer ash bones, Dan water and sand, miserable ancient blood and copper flowers. The white feathers and golden grains are exhausted in the rain, and the three ridges are left with wolf teeth. I looked for the plain and rode two horses, and the east of the stone field artemisia dock. The wind is long, the day is short, the stars are small, and the black flag clouds are wet and hanging in the night. The left soul and the right soul are thin, and the cheese bottle is poured to burn the sheep. The insect geese are sick and the asparagus is red, and the return wind blows the yin fire. Visiting the ancient Turquoise to collect the arrowhead, the edge of the red and the flesh was once cut. Nanmo Dongcheng immediately persuaded me to exchange gold for bamboo.

The poem that Liu Ling recited this time came from the great poet Li He of the Tang Dynasty, and this song is called the Changping Arrow Song. "Changping Arrow Song" is a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li He. Li He's life was upside down and intolerable. His temperament is depressed and unhappy, and he does not fit in with the times. Spirits and death became frequent visitors to the poet. "Song of Changping Arrow" is a bleak and helpless sneer left by the poet after a desolate religious ritual alone.

Among the starry poets of the Tang Dynasty, Li He's meteor-like short and legendary unfortunate fate, his brilliant and strange talent, became more and more dazzling with the passage of time. He was an alternative genius of that era, he did not have the simplicity and profoundness, tranquility and beauty of Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, the profound, broad, tragic and heroic of Gao Shi and Cen Shen, and the free and easy and expansive of Li Bai. When Wang Wei is frustrated, he can live in seclusion in Gongchuan Village, he can "go to the depths of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise", and when Li Bai is frustrated, he can "look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person". But Li He can't, he is a horse of tragedy, his poems are a portrayal of the wildness, loneliness, frustration and despair of his soul, and he can even end his despair only by death.

And the artistic level of this poem is absolutely very superb, in the poems describing the darkness, it is absolutely outstanding, even in the entire Tang Dynasty, I can't find a few poems, which can be compared, the artistic conception of this poem can be said to be extremely majestic and unique, so that everyone is refreshed after reading it, and the immersive feeling makes all poets feel a kind of admiration.

Qin will break Chi Zhao in vain

400,000 people are buried here

I had a worn-out arrow in my hand

The eyes are galloping, and the heart is full of eight extremes

The black place is like paint-dust

The white place is like the end of the bone

The red ones are like dansha

Wisps of ancient blood stained copper and iron

Generated copper flowers

It was a thousand-year-old fusion of underground blood and soil

The feathers and rods of the arrows have been corroded in the cold wind and rain

Only left, only the three-edged arrows remained like wolf teeth

In the wasteland of Changping, two horses ride side by side

Walk through the east of Changping Post Station and walk through the countryside full of stones

Come to the bottom of the artemisia grassy mountain dock

The long winds of the plains are blowing

The sun of the plain hangs in the west

The lone star is cold and the moon is lonely

Wet clouds spread like black flags hunting

The night sky is chaotic and ghostly as it wanders

Underground, there are piles of skeletons

The left soul and the right soul are crying

The cheese bottle was emptied, and I spilled wine all over the floor

When the lamb is cooked, I put it in order

The people who have died in the country have not been sacrificed for a long time

The ghosts of the earth have been hungry for a long time

Looking at the four fields from afar, insects inhabit geese disease

The asparagus is charred and yellow, and the eyes are full of sadness

The whirlwind suddenly rises, and the yin fire is extinguished

It is the dead ghost who will thank me for the favor of my sacrifice

I'm still here to see off the guests, knowing that I will be back soon

Thousands of years later, I visited me

The tears are vertical and horizontal, and the tears are silent

Put away a broken, corroded arrowhead

It's a cracked arrow that has lost its edge

He used to pierce hard into the flesh and hurt people with poison

I'm looking down in thought

And the horse-riding boy in the south mountain of the east city

yelling at me to pay for bamboo

Then pair it with a blunt bow and crossbow.

It is no exaggeration to say that this poem has condensed strength and strong poetic skills, and this poem has reached a peak in artistic level, not only describing the essence of the night, but also describing a scene of war.

This is a nostalgic poem, and this kind of occurrence of poetry is very common among poets in the Tang Dynasty, and nostalgic poetry has long been a type of poetry with its own creative rules. Generally speaking, the poet's inner feelings when he writes about the monuments first explain the scenery and season, and then use one or two allusions to show the recollection of the situation of the year, and finally boil down to his own sense of life experience, and express the feelings of longing to use the world.

The poem is triggered by a copper arrow picked up by the poet in Changpingyi, where 400,000 people died in Qin Baiqi, which is a copper arrow soaked in human blood, deep in the earth, and painted with gray and other things, and colorful like flowers.

The arrow is just a symbol, and the poet seems to have not yet clearly realized its meaning when he first picked it up. The poem describes an empty ancient battlefield in the evening.

This poem can be said to contain a strong artistic level, so after hearing this poem, everyone suddenly slowly closed their eyes, savoring the artistic atmosphere inside, there is no doubt that an exaggerated and surprised expression slowly appeared on everyone's faces!