"Guys, here comes my first poem."

"Don't be busy, don't worry, Anan, you can wait a minute."

Liu Nan's first poem was about to appear, but he didn't expect He Hongzhang to stop it directly.

Liu Nan was also stunned: "Why Lao He, are you going to admit defeat directly?" That's fine, you just drink. ”

"I said Nose Drop, what are you doing??"

He Hongzhang smiled: "Don't be busy, everyone, I have prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, our poetry fight today may be a literati event in the future."

So, today's poems and songs are all recorded, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people also found it inexplicably interesting.

"In that case, then pen, ink, paper, and inkstone will serve."

After hearing Liu Nan's words, He Hongzhang laughed.

"I've been planning it for a long time, I'll let you know right away."

Soon, the camera flashed, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been placed on the stone table behind it.

"Good guy, white jade pen, lotus ink, peach blossom jian, and this Duan inkstone?? Niu, Lao He, you have a lot of good things here? ”

Meng Lingchuan looked at this set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone in amazement, and the whole person couldn't help but say.

"That's a must, you're here, brothers, and I'm naturally going to entertain you with the best things.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, all in place now, Anan, you start. ”

When Liu Nan heard this, he drank this Du Kang wine in one gulp, and then he was not polite, and stood up directly and walked over, and at this moment, Xue Pujia suddenly stood up.

"It is said that the red sleeves add fragrance to study at night, and today I will help Anan study ink."

After speaking, Xue Pujia directly began to study ink, and Liu Nan was not polite, and directly picked up the white jade pen and started.

pondered slightly, and then Liu Nan directly waved his hand, and an amazing thin gold character appeared.

"Wangshu wine tulips, jade bowls with amber light.

But that the master may be drunk, and he will not know where it is. ”

Wangshu's wine exudes the fragrance of tulips.

It blooms with an amber sheen.

As long as the master can accompany me to get drunk, no matter what place it is.

A poem appeared, this poem called "Staying Guest", which made the lotus fall at this moment quiet inside.

At this moment, in He Hongzhang's ears, there was only Xue Pujia's crisp and pleasant voice.

Xue Pujia's voice, with some royal sister voices, sounded immersive.

And this poem, after her recitation, seems to pull everyone into a fantasy.

In the fantasy world, everyone drinks and chats together, even strangers, can become best friends.

And at this moment, Xue Pujia herself is also obsessed with looking at this poem and the manuscript in front of her.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on it, it was like a spirit one by one.

The words are beautiful, and the poems are more beautiful.

This poem, at first glance, is the existence of quatrains for the ages.

Especially the last two sentences, but so that the host can get drunk, and I don't know where it is.

This sentence sets off the wine on it even more dusty. At this moment, this poem directly suppressed the audience

。 ……

In the live broadcast room, the barrage at this moment is like the water of a big river coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

"Sure enough, this is Lord Shixian, sure enough, this is him, this is him.

This poem made me, a person who doesn't like to drink, can't help but shout at this moment, the boss is drinking.

But so that the master can be drunk, and I don't know where it is!

With such beautiful sentences, I would like to ask, why can't I write such poems when I am also learning Chinese? ”

"God, such a poet immortal, how can you let me not like it??

”

……

The Yellow Crane Tower, tonight's Yellow Crane Tower is full.

Moreover, today's Yellow Crane Tower is particularly interesting.

Whether it is inside the box or in the hall outside, there is a live projection of the pen station.

For this, the people who come to eat here basically like it, and they all come because of this.

Because the rise of the poet immortal Liu Nan started from the Yellow Crane Tower.

It can be said that no matter how many years have passed, if you want to study the poet immortal Liu Nan, you must start from the Yellow Crane Tower.

Because there are three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower here, because this is the place where the dream begins.

Today, the Yellow Crane Tower has become a must-check place for countless poetry fans.

If you don't come to the Yellow Crane Tower once, you won't be a real fan of poetry.

And tonight, the Yellow Crane Tower is full of projections about the live broadcast of the pen station.

And these diners are basically here for this.

At this moment, after watching the poem "Staying Guests", the hall of the Yellow Crane Tower suddenly became quiet.

Not long after, a man suddenly stood up with a slap on the table.

"Waiter, give us a few bottles of wine on this table.

Watching poets make poems, if there is no wine, it is simply a tyrannical thing.

Du Kang wine, we are going to drink this wine too. Tonight, we watched Shixian come to him without getting drunk. ”

"That's right, this brother is right, I'm sorry for this live broadcast if I don't drink tonight. Here's us, and a bottle of Du Kang.

Tonight, let's use Shisen's sake as an accompaniment.

Although I can't write poetry, that doesn't stop me from liking poetry. ”

……

In the box on the second floor, the governor of Poplar City is also here.

As the governor of Baiyang City, during his tenure, Baiyang City can be said to have become the focus of the whole country, because he created a national top scenic spot Yellow Crane Tower.

So, it's time for him to take two steps up.

And tonight, he also came to the Yellow Crane Tower in person and watched the live projection in the box.

At this moment, when he saw Liu Nan's song "Staying Guest", he was also stunned for a moment.

"A good Wangshu wine tulip, jade bowl with amber light.

But that the master may be drunk, and he will not know where it is.

This is the poet, this is his poetry, this is his light!

My big man, how fortunate I am to have this existence.

I finally understand why the ancients admired literati so much!

If I meet Shixian, I am willing to let me take off his shoes. Because he deserves it, because it's also an honor. ”

Thinking of this, this Zhizhou suddenly laughed heartily.

"Give me wine, Du Kang wine, I will watch the live broadcast tonight and not get drunk."

At this moment, the entire Yellow Crane Tower is in a state of excitement.

The most vocal is the waiter serving the wine, Du Kang wine.

And the same, here in the Plum Blossom Pavilion, the same is true.

Tonight's Plum Blossom Pavilion and Huxin Pavilion were taken down by a group of literati. This group of people is also a very famous literati.

Tonight, they are also watching the live broadcast here in the Huxin Pavilion. At this moment, the middle-aged man with a beard suddenly slapped the table and applauded loudly.

"Good, what a poem! In this song "Staying Guests", I only saw the talent that was difficult to express.

There is this poem tonight, and it is already a big deal. Ladies and gentlemen, let's pay homage to the poets. ”

"Respect for the poet fairy!!"

……

At this moment, Xue Pujia finally came back to her senses, and she raised her head and glanced at Liu Nan.

At this moment, her peach blossom eyes were already a little confused.

What did she see?

What kind of person did she know?

Such a wonderful poem was born here?

There was no preparation, no defense.

"Anan, you're going too far, let's just play, but as soon as you make a move, it's Wang Bang, what do you want me to do??"

He Hongzhang smiled bitterly and couldn't help but say.

At this moment, he really wants to slap himself, God, don't I feel bad for myself?

Liu Nan wrote such a poem, how did he catch it?

"Damn it, I'm convinced of you.

Tell me about you, everything has to follow this law of conservation of energy.

You should be so talented, right?

Black coal, why has it been so long, you seem to have no end?? ”

Lin Hai was unhappy: "You Meng Dayan knows a ball, do you think they are all the same as you?"

Your talent is like a bowl, no matter how much you press it, it's only the size of a bowl.

My family's Anan's, that's the rivers and seas, no matter how you smoke it, you can't finish it, you know? ? ”

Tell me, doesn't that sound heart-wrenching?

At this moment, he Meng Lingchuan was really stabbed in the heart by Lin Hai, who was damn embarrassed, and he said that he had no temper at all!

"Yes, Hai Mazi, you can protect him with black coal!

I won't tell you, Lao He, what's your situation?

Don't be cowardly, you go and write too, don't lose to black coal, damn it, or I'll look down on you for the rest of my life. ”

For Meng Lingchuan, He Hongzhang's star halo is shattered at this moment.

originally thought that Meng Lingchuan, the leader of the new generation of poets in the Han Dynasty, would be very different. Marriage is really different, because it's in the opposite direction.

"You have the ability, you come here, you catch this poem, why the hell am I kneeling beside you today and pour you wine?"

Meng Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, and then directly turned his head as if he didn't know anything.

"Brother He, you can't do it, if you can't drink it!!"

He Hongzhang smiled bitterly, and then he directly picked up the wine glass.

"Don't talk about it, I've drunk this glass of wine, I can admit defeat in the."

With such a poem, what can he do if he doesn't admit defeat??

At this moment, Liu Nan was directly interested, and after he came back, he directly stood and ate a mouthful of meat and drank a sip of wine.

"Come on, come on, I'm happy today, and I'm done writing.

Now, whoever comes over second, I'm going to let you call Daddy today. ”

Good guy, what he said, he Meng Lingchuan didn't agree.

"I'm coming, you black coal, you're really terrible? Today, I'm going to let you know what a cow break is. ”

Liu Nan smiled: "Meng Dayan, are you really floating?"

Okay, I'm going to give you this opportunity today, let you challenge me, and also give you a chance to lose. ”

Meng Lingchuan was furious: "Okay, you, look down on me so much, right?"

This time, I must let you know why the flowers are so red

。 In this scene, I want to compare modern poetry with you, the title is love! ”

"Cut...... You Meng big eyes, how good do I think you are? As a result, you are engaged in modern poetry?? ”

At this moment, Huang Mengzhou said with a laugh.

"Fang Braincase, what are you talking about? Do you have the ability to come?

If you don't come, don't beep.

This time I'm here first, listen to the black coal.

You are a white cloud in the sky,

Inadvertently, you are projected on the tip of my heart

Don't be surprised,

There is no need to rejoice

In an instant, the trace was wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night,

You fly north, I'll go south.

You suddenly look down at me,

I look up and look at you,

The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!

As long as you love each other once. ”

What does this modern poem say, it is indeed love, the kind of love that is described without love, and it is also talking about desperate love.

This kind of love, very modern poetry.

This poem can be regarded as the best of Meng Lingchuan's poems.

And Meng Lingchuan did not live up to his fame. Liu Nan put his arms around Meng Lingchuan and hammered him in the chest.

"Meng Dayan, you are honest, do you have a girl you like?

Your poem seems to have been inspired by feelings. Is it that the other party's family does not agree?? Hey, hey, I guess so. ”

Meng Lingchuan's face turned red all of a sudden, and then he looked at Liu Nan angrily.

"You, black coal, we're in a game, can you be serious?

You don't care what I do, hurry up and do yours. I'll tell you, if it doesn't work, I'll just admit defeat and drink. ”

Meng Lingchuan looks like this, not to mention Liu Nan and their group, even the audience in the live broadcast room, they can also see it.

This Meng Lingchuan is indeed in love, or has someone he likes. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

"I'm lost, he's anxious, he's anxious, hahaha, he's anxious, guys, come and see, President Meng is annoyed and angry."

"Hey, hey, I'm laughing to death, is there still such a time for President Meng?"

"By the way, who is the person that President Meng likes?"

"I don't know, are these two people together?"

Meng Lingchuan looked at himself nine years ago, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Alas, at that time, I knew a fart, and I liked it if I thought it was good-looking! Forget it, don't think about it. ”

……

Liu Nan smiled: "Okay, since you are like this, then I am not welcome!"

What you just wrote about is love, and I feel pretty good, much better than when you and I first met.

It's okay next, you, Brother Nan, I'm coming.

How to make you meet me

In my most beautiful moments

For this—

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Ask it to make us a dust bond

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun

The flowers are the hope of my past life

Please listen carefully as you approach

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait

And when you finally walk by in defiance

Falling to the ground behind you

Friend, that's not petals

It's my withered heart. How's that, how is the poem? ”

At this moment, Xue Pujia suddenly turned her head and looked at Liu Nan, and something indescribable suddenly appeared in her eyes.

As a woman, especially a woman like Xue Pujia, she has the strong heart of a strong woman, and she also has the sentimentality of a young woman in literature and art.

For talents, such a woman has no resistance.

At this moment, she really likes this modern poem by Liu Nan.

"I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Ask it to make us a dust bond

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass.

It's beautiful, it's a beautiful poem, it's a romantic and affectionate poem.

Five hundred years before the Buddha, looking back at the mortal world.

What kind of girl deserves such affection?

If I'm lucky enough to meet it, I'll definitely open my hands and embrace this tree. ”

As she spoke, Xue Pujia actually left tears. And Liu Nan's modern poem really deceives the tears of girls.

There aren't many girls who can withstand such affection.

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