"Still want to write??"

This is not only the shock and fear of He Hongzhang, but also the shock of all the Han people and the fear of all the literati.

Tonight, Liu Nan has already written four songs.

At the beginning, the light rain in the heavenly street was as crisp as crisp "Writing the Lotus Pavilion in Early Spring", followed by the "Lotus Pavilion" that was drunk and did not know the sky in the water, and then the person who abandoned me, the "Book of Catching the Wind with He Hongzhang in Early Spring" that could not be left yesterday, until the "Chivalrous Travel" just now.

It can be said that each of Liu Nan's four poems tonight is an absolute masterpiece.

Any song, placed in today's Han Dynasty, it is the existence of invincible opponents for hundreds of years.

Especially the poem "Early Spring and He Hongzhang's Wind Book" is simply a fucking supergod, and it is also a level of difficulty in traveling.

Not to mention that there is also a chivalrous line, it can be said that today's Liu Nan is directly supernatural.

These four poems are simply full of talent and the cultural prosperity of the entire Han Dynasty.

It can be said that since ancient times, there has been no poet who can compare with Liu Nan

。 And at this moment, he still wants to write? So, people in the literary world were scared.

"Woo woo I don't dare to look at it, I don't watch it, it's too scary, Liu Nan is not a person at all.

I'm still in my twenties, what's wrong with me?

Let me meet him Liu Nan at this age, and my whole person is cracked. ”

", don't you write, okay? Leave us some space to survive and leave a way to live! ”

"Call the pen station quickly, don't let them go, I'm afraid that from now on, I won't have the courage to write poems again!"

"Damn, who could travel back nine years to stop him?"

There was a wail in the live broadcast room, and the entire literary world was like dead, without the slightest bit of anger.

Ye Weidao, the leader of the literary world, is also silent today.

"Maybe it really can't go on like this, in this era, in the end, it can only be suppressed by Liu Nan alone.

Maybe there will be amazing people in the latecomers, but this person will not appear in a short period of time.

I have been a Han man for thousands of years, is all the luck concentrated in Liu Nan alone?

The talent of the Han Dynasty is a stone, and he Liu Nan has nine buckets alone! ”

This is Ye Weidao's inner thoughts, to be honest, talent really has nothing to do with age.

This kind of genius aura is something that ordinary people can't understand at all.

Why is it that with the same Chinese characters, people can write that thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind, and the stars are blown down like rain, and the BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

And we, in the end, can only say four words, what about the?

This is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people, and this is their spirituality.

They are always able to combine Chinese characters in the most beautiful way, and then make you feel the beauty of Chinese characters, which is beautiful.

And at this moment, looking at Liu Nan, who was still going to write, basically everyone was about to go crazy.

Even now, the personnel of some departments of Dahan Culture are looking at Liu Nan in surprise and fear.

Looking at his hand, looking at the white jade pen in his hand.

And Liu Nan, he definitely didn't know what he did in the Lotus Pavilion nine years ago, what a big blow it was to the literati of today's era.

He doesn't care about these either, at this moment, everyone is drunk if they don't get drunk.

At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, and at this moment, the inspiration in his mind was like a surge, which couldn't be stopped.

At this moment, he kicked the chair behind him away, and then he laughed.

Then, on a peach blossom book, two wild grass characters that belonged to Liu Nan once again appeared.

"Jinse!"

Lin Hai's voice was hoarse, and at this moment he seemed to be crazy with Liu Nan.

And He Hongzhang came to Liu Nan's side at this moment, staring at the peach blossom book on the table.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian."

As soon as the first sentence of this poem came out, all the girls in the entire Han Dynasty seemed to tremble slightly in their hearts.

At this moment, she immediately clicked on the recording screen, she felt that this poem might become the most beautiful and sacred existence in the hearts of countless daughters.

This poem is not like the majestic poems just now.

This poem, like a lovesick poem, can also be called a love poem.

Just this first sentence made her tremble a little in her heart.

At this moment, she looked at Liu Nan's gaze, that is called an affectionate paragraph!

And in the same way, Li Jianxue is also looking at this moment, and the manuscript of this poem is in her current collection room.

This poem, she often watched.

Ye Zihan couldn't care about anything else at the moment, and she also looked at this Jinse deadly.

This first sentence, Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column Si Hua Nian made her whole person stunned.

"Anan ......"

muttered in a blur of eyes, and tears suddenly appeared on Ye Zihan's face.

And Yang Zhixue, not to mention, at this moment, her thoughts seemed to return to the campus eleven years ago.

At that time, he and Anan at that time could be described as a golden boy and a beautiful woman.

At that time, they received the blessings of many classmates and teachers.

"Creation makes people, creation makes people! Zhao Wei, Tianyin, they were all harmed, and Anan and me were harmed!! ”

At this moment, Yang Zhixue's face suddenly appeared with strong resentment?

……

Hu Shaoqin turned his head and glanced at Liang Xiao.

"You liked this man at the beginning, I have to say, your vision is really good."

Liang Xiao smiled helplessly, these are just memories, time has passed, and creation has made people!

Soon, these people did not have time to continue listening and thinking about anything else, because the second line of the poem began.

At this moment, He Hongzhang took over Lin Hai's work and read out the second sentence.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. ”

Quatrains, all of them are quatrains, every sentence has allusions, and every sentence is a shocking and amazing existence.

Only after learning poetry can you understand why Chinese characters are so beautiful and so amazing in the world.

At this moment, Liu Nan is like this, he uses words to express the beauty that words should have.

And not stupid, shitty or something. This poem is simply astonishing, and this poem may not be written by people in the world at all.

This poem is a lovesickness, and this poem is also a love poem.

Its existence tells you that Acacia can also be written so beautifully.

Love can be so beautiful!

At this moment, I don't know how many daughters shed tears.

Isn't this kind of poetry more powerful than the so-called earthy love words?

Aren't all kinds of poetry more powerful than the words of the so-called high-EQ Sea King?

Such a work is worthy of the love of the daughter's family, and it is also worthy of the miracle of this world, the advent of love.

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time."

As Lin Hai's words fell, the poem was over!

……

After the poem was written, Liu Nan seemed to be very satisfied, he picked it up and looked at it, and finally smiled, and then the whole person sat on the ground, as if he had been drunk.

Liu Nan's approach made you not feel the slightest gaffe.

At this time, Lin Hai ran over all of a sudden and caught Liu Nan with one hand.

"He Hongzhang, is there a place to rest?"

He Hongzhang was still immersed in Jin Se and did not come back to his senses, and after hearing Lin Hai's call, he turned his head blankly.

"What's wrong?"

"There's no place to rest, Anan is already drunk, hurry up and let's carry him to rest."

Hearing this, He Hongzhang hurriedly reacted, and then the two of them helped Liu Nan away.

And in the lens, at this moment, there is only the breeze and the talent of this full pavilion.

At this time, the live broadcast room went dark, which means that tonight's live broadcast is over.

The poem is over, but tonight's shaking will not be over.

Lotus Pavilion drunk five songs, this is tonight Liu Nan told the world, how terrifying his talent is.

And at this moment, tonight's live broadcast has finally come to an end.

However, at this moment, no one can react at all.

Even if An An, the host, has already started to say that tonight's live broadcast is over, the live broadcast room is still not as lively as before.

In the past, when the live broadcast ended, basically everyone would express their reluctance, and they would joke and ridicule An An or something.

But today...... Nothing, nothing!

After An An finished speaking, she laughed that there was not a barrage in the live broadcast room, and she was also a little depressed!

But that's normal, because it's scary tonight.

And at this moment, the live broadcast is over, and many people are relieved in their hearts, they are afraid that Liu Nan will not be able to come up with a few more songs, then the hell will be really miserable.

And the good thing is that the live broadcast is over, which is great.

Although there is still a first prose poem of the ages, they are used to it.

……

Tonight's live broadcast is over like this, and the uproar caused by tonight's live broadcast will definitely not stop.

The live broadcast room is already dark, but there are still tens of millions of people inside.

It's not that I'm reluctant to go, but I didn't react.

And those who reacted were all hit at this moment, or they were shocked and had nothing to say, and finally they were in a kind of silence.

This also caused this rare scene tonight.

Ahem, no one spoke, no one rushed to the heat, and no one shared it.

stopped at the top of the hot search list, or yesterday's news.

Tonight's news, not a single one has gone up yet.

It's not that the shock is not enough, but it's too ruthless, so ruthless that these people haven't reacted yet.

At this moment, Wang Fuxin gave Ye Weidao a phone call.

"Live streaming?

Forget it tonight, I'll save it for tomorrow, I'm going to put my thoughts in order.

Otherwise, I don't even know what to say.

Again, I'm going to calm down, right now my mind is a mess.

Fuxin, what do you think of tonight's live broadcast? ”

After Wang Fuxin heard his honest question, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Honestly, I don't know how to say it right now.

Tonight's Lotus Pavilion drunken five songs, I personally think, may be Liu Nan's peak.

I didn't expect him to be so crazy.

Five poems, each of which is a masterpiece, and each of them is the top existence in my Han millennium.

Such talent, I really want to ask, is he human?

Now, I am not qualified to judge him, and I dare not judge him.

After tonight, Liu Nan's weight was incomparable.

Especially in terms of cultural weight, he is unprecedented, and may not come later. I think that after tonight, our Han culture will usher in a new peak.

In every era, the development of culture may be driven by genius.

In our era, because of Liu Nan, I think that thousands of years later, our era will be called the greatest era. ”

Listening to the nagging of his disciples, Ye Weidao also recognized.

"yes.

The greatest era is coming.

After tonight, believe it or not, ancient poetry training gangs, calligraphy training classes, etc., our country's own cultural training classes, will usher in a wave of peaks.

Because of Liu Nan's existence, these cultures will once again bloom with dazzling light.

Perhaps in the future, the development of our own culture will surpass that of the so-called Western Union culture.

What oil paintings, what Western languages, what this and that, will be surpassed by our local culture.

Because after tonight, Mr. Liu Nan will really sit firmly on the altar.

From now on, there will be one more place among the saints of the Han Dynasty, and I think it may be a poetic saint. ”

Ye Weidao's words scared people to death, joking that the saints of the past and present have never been on it with poetry.

Only those who put forward ideas, and whose ideas can be accepted, learned, and inherited by those who come after them, can be called saints.

Confucius, Mencius and others can all be called sages.

But the poet, this is true, the Han has never had it.

Liu Nan has a unique title of poet immortal, and that is because his poems are too outstanding, just like the immortal descending to earth.

But the poet saint, hehe, the nature is different. At this moment, Wang Fuxin was stupefied by his teacher's words.

"No...... No way! ”

Ye Weidao did not continue to explain, his disciple was still too childish when thinking about the problem.

You don't want to think about how much attention the imperial court attaches to Liu Nan now.

In the end, a modern saint will definitely be created.

Such a cultural saint is a great achievement that will leave a name in history!

Therefore, in the end, Liu Nan will most likely become a saint, and he will not only enter the Monument Forest, but also may enter the Sage Square in Wensheng City.

Because in this way, this era will be remembered by history, and in addition to this, it can also lead to the cultural revival of the people.

The most important thing is that Liu Nan is dead.

The five gentlemen of Qulian City were also silent at the moment.

An ending poem made several of them refresh their three views again.

At this moment, these five gentlemen are like five sculptures.

It's not just them, it's too many people tonight.

Mei Renli was also so frightened that she couldn't speak tonight.

After the live broadcast ended, he left in despair, and he didn't know why this happened.

Anyway, at this moment, he had no thoughts. Inside, there was an empty space.

Even at the beginning, Liu Nan wrote three poems of the Plum Blossom Pavilion in his Plum Blossom Pavilion, but he was not in such a state.

Tonight's Lotus Pavilion was drunk with five songs, which really made him have no thoughts in his heart.

I knew that Liu Nan was powerful, but I didn't know that it was so powerful.

"Tonight, Mr. Liu Nan has been crowned a god!

From tonight onwards, Mr. Liu Nan's status will be different.

From tomorrow, the biggest idol of the entire Han will become Mr. Liu Nan.

I said it, and I was absolutely right. ”

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