His gaze swept over the faces of the scribes of Zhao and Qin.

Then he leaned down and asked, "Xiao Annian, which one do you think is better?" ”

Chen Annian was in a dilemma, and moved his eyes to Zhou Guo Zhang Bu's "dream" list,

"Uncle Zhongyong, why don't you choose the gold list of Zhou Guo?"

Li Changan said with a smile, "The easiest thing in Zhou Guo is to leave it to the end and solve it easily." ”

This did not lower his voice in the slightest, but deliberately spread the voice.

When the scribes in Yong'an Square heard this, they chuckled out loud.

Zhongyongbo has won the three lists, and everyone has absolute confidence, as long as Zhongyongbo makes a move, he will definitely be caught.

On the high platform, the faces of the scribes of the Zhou Kingdom instantly turned blue.

The dangerous look in Ji Wen's eyes became more and more intense, "Li Changan, no matter how strong the poetry is, it is only the poetry ......"

The threat between the words is undisguised.

The top of the three lists he occupied has now been broken by Li Changan.

Of the three remaining gold lists, two of the gold lists are headed by him.

Coupled with the contempt in Li Changan's words, Ji Wen became more and more annoyed.

Li Changan didn't care about Ji Wen's threat, "But as far as I know, whether poetry is strong or not today is closely related to the fortune of the country." ”

"Isn't it because of poetry that Zhou Guo occupies the initiative now?"

"Or does Brother Ren want to make a move on me?"

As soon as the words fell, many scribes near Li Chang'an quickly approached and separated Li Chang'an from Gaotai, for fear that the scribes of the five countries would jump off the wall in a hurry.

Ji Wen's facial muscles twitched, and finally sneered, "If you really want to do it, I will suppress you with one hand a long time ago." ”

"The strength of the Zhou Kingdom is not something that you can deny with just your mouth."

"The Six Kingdoms Poetry Society, it's just the beginning, do you really think you can suppress the fortune of the Jin Kingdom by yourself?"

"It's just a mantis arm blocking the car."

Li Chang'an thanked the scribes of the Jin Kingdom who were waiting beside him, and then looked at Ji Wen's face with a hint of pity,

"Well, the bird knows the ambition of the bird."

"The next poem will be given to you."

As he spoke, he walked in front of the "wind" list.

The spirit converges into a strong wind, whistling and blowing.

Under the anticipation of the people in the capital, Li Changan's first poem on the "wind" list swept the scrolls of the gold list with a strong wind.

"The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind."

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to sink the pond pass. ”

There is no imaginary air flowing through the long river, and there is no ethereal transcendence.

Many scribes couldn't help but frown when they looked at the few lines of poetry in front of them.

This paragraph is written as if it were a real scene.

A thin, shabby old man stood outside the house on crutches.

Watching the roaring autumn wind, the thatch on his house was rolled up layer after layer, blowing across the river, and sprinkled everywhere on the outskirts of the river.

Reading only this paragraph, the anxiety and resentment of the old man in the poem against the windy house makes people involuntarily empathize.

"Roll", "fly", "cross", "sprinkle", "hang", "float", one after another dynamics form a vivid picture, which can be described as exquisite.

It's just that the style is very different from the previous three poems.

And it contains a strong atmosphere of decadence.

No longer the wild and heroic of the past, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The whole capital seems to have become depressed and anxious with these few lines of poetry.

"The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being a thief on the other side. openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself. ”

At this point, the second stanza of the poem appears.

The atmosphere in the capital was even more somber.

The thatch that was just written in the previous section "sprinkled on the outskirts of the river" cannot be recovered, in addition to this, there is also thatch that can be recovered when it falls on flat ground.

But he was carried away by the "Nancun group of children".

This old man is too miserable.

If the old man is not "old and weak", but strong and energetic, he will naturally not be bullied like this.

"Forbearance can be a thief on the other side", the group of children actually endured to be a thief in front of his eyes.

A feeling of lamentation and indignation is beyond words.

The wind on the gold list became more and more raging, making the wind howling in the sky over the capital, which made people's hearts furious.

Such a scene of poverty has made many people sigh.

No wonder the old man "came back and sighed to himself".

Some of the scribes woke up suddenly.

Isn't such a difficult situation similar to that of the Jin Kingdom?

Uncle Zhongyong, this is to illustrate the poverty of the Jin Kingdom!

Soon, the third verse of the poem swept into the gold list with a strong wind,

"The wind is dark and the clouds are dark, and the desert is dark in autumn. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. Since the mourning chaos and less sleep, the long night is wet! ”

When the poem appeared, the sky in the capital also darkened, as if it was really going to follow the poem, and it was pouring rain.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

The already difficult situation has become more and more miserable.

The first two sentences use brushstrokes dipped in thick ink to render a gloomy and miserable atmosphere, which makes many people feel nervous.

Especially the last two sentences, "The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is vicious and cracked." It is even more empathetic to a small number of people.

The linen quilt has been covered for many years, it is cold and hard, like an iron plate, and the child does not sleep well and breaks the quilt.

People who have not experienced real poverty cannot understand it.

The house is dilapidated and leaking, the cloth is like iron, and the difficult situation of the old man makes people sigh.

Many people have only one thought in their minds.

Can this old man keep the clouds open and see the moon?

You can't keep it going like this, can you?

Looking forward to the rain stopping, looking forward to the sunny weather.

And the scribes, who seemed to understand the poems, clenched their fists even more, eager to roar angrily.

Dajin will definitely get better!

It's not going to be like this forever!

At this time, Li Changan's pen and ink fell heavily, and the idea of the poem was instantly infinitely raised.

The luck on the "wind" list suddenly rioted.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy! The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death! ”

For a time, lightning and thunder roared over the capital, and the wind howled.

But the people below did not feel the wind and rain.

It seems that there is really a "vast building" that shelters the capital.

The luck on the "wind" list turned into a dragon, rushing into the dark clouds with boundless wind and rain, roaring madly.

It was as if the clouds were going to be torn apart completely.

Thunderbolts smashed down and slammed into the dragon.

The dragon was originally transformed by luck, but it seemed to have become a real existence, with scales constantly shattering and flesh and blood splashing.

These shattered scales and flesh fell into the capital, turning into pieces of culture and moistening the people.

It's as if you're feeding the people with your own flesh and blood.

A kind of tragedy that has never been seen before permeates the heart.

At the same time, in the hearts of some scribes, there was an unrestrained passion and fiery hope that burst out from the pain and hardship.

Their eyes were like torches, and there seemed to be a flame of hope burning all over them.

This flame is a hope, but also an ideal!

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!"

This vast building is loyal and brave, and it is also them!

What's more, every Jin people!