Listening to Liu Nan writing another poem, there was already a sensation in the live broadcast room at this moment, and he couldn't take care of Yi Feiyang.

Yes, they can't take care of it, and now they only care about the news that Liu Nan is going to write a poem.

"Is it the second of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower?"

"I think it should be, is my mother's fairy poem finally going to appear?

This poem, known as the poem of the immortals, is this poem known as the pinnacle going to appear? ”

"I'm so excited, I'm really excited.

Seriously, I've been waiting for this opportunity and I've been waiting for this moment.

Finally, are we going to witness history and legends? ”

Not to mention ordinary people, even people like Du Yuanming, or people like Ye Weidao, are now nervous and excited.

Especially Ye Weidao, who was drinking and chatting just now, he didn't feel much.

Because he has experienced too much in his life.

The only thing that fluctuates is that Liu Nan has a terminal illness and it hasn't been for a long time.

But now he is excited, and the whole person stands up.

"Is it the second of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower?

If so, it's going to be a priceless live stream! ”

It's no wonder that this old man is so excited, it is really a poem that will enter the wine, and it can be said that it is a poem that has earned Liu Nan the most fans.

How to say it, now that Liu Nan has so many fans, even if she dies, after knowing it, a large part of the reason why she wants to give face is because of this song.

Yang Zhao, the president of the Arts Management Council, is so helpful because he really loves Liu Nan's Jiangjin Wine.

In the words of Du Yuanming, the president of the Poetry Association, that is, this poem can be called a poem written by the immortals.

This poem can be said to be the pinnacle of Han poetry, and it is also a stroke of genius.

Ye Weidao, a domestic bigwig, also commented that as soon as the wine is in, the rest is noise.

You can think about the status of this poem in the Han Dynasty.

Over the years, it has not been uncommon for anyone to think about finding the author of this poem.

Huang Mengzhou, an insider, was threatened by countless people.

If it weren't for Liu Nanqian's instructions, he would have really said it if he couldn't say it.

In the end, Huang Mengzhou resisted, he knew what kind of person Anan was, and he also knew that Anan didn't want to be disturbed.

Therefore, Liu Nan, as the author of this poem, has not been known by many people.

And today, this scene will be played, how can this not be exciting?

And now, in the barrage in the live broadcast room, countless people are frantically asking Huang Mengzhou.

Huang Mengzhou saw so many inquiries, and finally nodded.

"You are right, it is the second of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower, which is called the pinnacle of Han poetry.

Now, everyone watch, I think you will be conquered by Anan. ”

As Huang Mengzhou's voice fell, in the live broadcast room, the Yellow Crane Tower ten years ago faced the land of the river.

A huge piece of rice paper, already laid.

Then, I saw Liu Nan pick up the wine bottle and take a sip.

"Anan, you can't drink like this, it's going to kill you if you drink like this."

Lin Hai was so anxious that he said behind the camera.

"Brother Hai leave me alone, I'm going to drink again tonight.

Xiao Meng is optimistic, let you see your Nange and my poems, and let you understand what poetry is. ”

The words fell, the brush was full of ink, and then Liu Nan took another sip of wine, and his whole person was already a little down.

This drunken appearance made Liu Nan seem to be relieved for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Liu Nan wave his hand, and then a line of words, a line of beautiful cursive appeared on the rice paper.

The pen is rubbish, the ink is rubbish, and the paper is very average.

But this garbage thing, in Liu Nan's hands, is like being given life at this moment.

At this moment, hundreds of millions of people looked at Liu Nan, watching him write this famous poem that will be passed down through the ages.

You don't see the water of the long river coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!

You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk!

When these two sentences were written, no one in the entire live broadcast room posted a barrage, and everyone was watching blankly.

Ye Weidao, as one of the top literary bigwigs in China, was also short of breath at this moment, and watched the live broadcast with a red face.

"Yes, that's right, it's this, it's really this, I'm going to enter the wine, the second of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower, a poem of the immortals!

My life is worth it, and to be able to see the birth of this poem with my own eyes, I will die without regrets in this life.

It's a pity, God is jealous of talents, why did Mr. Liu Nan go? ”

Du Yuanming was also in a daze at the moment, looking at this scene, he had nothing to say.

And some members of the Ancient Poetry Association, it is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, they are really kneeling to watch the live broadcast.

There is no way, the appearance of the poet is naturally to be watched on his knees.

Ordinary people, there is no qualification to look up.

At this moment, Yang Zhao was also excited.

"God, how nice would it be if I could give me the original manuscript of this poem that will go into wine?

I am willing to use all my net worth to exchange the original manuscript of this poem!

Thirty years, fifty years, or a hundred years from now, I dare say this manuscript is worth a fortune. ”

At this moment, Yang Zhao was watching the live broadcast with blazing eyes, looking at Liu Nan who was drunk and dancing in the Jing Pavilion inside.

At this moment, no one was not overwhelmed by Liu Nan's demeanor.

At this moment, there is no one who does not worship Liu Nan.

At this moment, these people know why talented people have always been so attractive from ancient times to the present.

Yes, at this moment, Liu Nan, who is drunk and writes poetry, is so attractive!

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.

Huang Mengzhou and Meng Lingchuan will enter the wine, and the glass will not stop.

Seeing this place, it is not an exaggeration to say at this moment that everyone in the entire literary world is envious and jealous of Meng Lingchuan and Huang Mengzhou.

Yes, jealousy, because there is no doubt that these two men will accompany the poem through the ages.

Even after a thousand years, no matter what the world has become, the two of them will be remembered with this poem.

For a man of culture, there is nothing more appealing than such a name.

Even if it is Ye Weidao, he has long passed this age, and he can't help but be jealous at this moment, and he is also thinking about why he is not writing here?

A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and do not want to wake up.

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.

Sell eternal sorrow with you...... Sell eternal sorrow with you!! ”

Meng Lingchuan stood beside Liu Nan and muttered a repeat, he had finished singing this poem at this moment.

However, at this moment, he is already stupid, or the whole person is speechless.

At this moment, the bright moon, the pavilion, the river, the wine, the confidant, and a song will enter the wine!