"Anan is drunk, hahaha, isn't this a chance?"

Looking at Liu Nan who was drunk, He Hongzhang shouted happily.

Today, he has already said that if he doesn't pit some of Anan's works, he will be sorry for the thirty-year-old apricot blossom wine and the table full of good wine and good food, right?

Therefore, at this moment, He Hongzhang was not happy.

Don't talk about him, the rest of the people are happy. Tonight, I'm going to have to get some more pieces out.

Don't talk about them, the audience in the live broadcast room is also excited at this moment.

"Mr. He did a good job, hahaha let us get excited tonight."

……

He Hongzhang will not be polite, at this moment they have reached a tacit understanding.

Anan's talent, if you don't scavenge some more, isn't it a waste? So, at this moment, several people have started.

"Anan, I just came back, I drank so hard today, do you want to write a song again?"

"yes, Anan, you have to write something. You see, the brothers are waiting for you. ”

Liu Nan smiled, after drinking, where could he still see that he was tricked by this group of people?

Now, that's what someone else says is what. Not to mention composing poetry, even dancing can be, after all, it's not like you haven't danced with Noctor?

Therefore, at this moment, Liu Nan started directly.

"Okay, no problem, isn't it just writing something, how big is it?

I, Liu, can not do anything in this life, but I can't do it in this regard.

Come, come, come, what you want, say it, I write to you. Today, I, Liu Nan, am going to compose 300 poems. ”

This kid, it seems that he is really drunk?

Okay, but since you've said so, we're welcome, aren't we? Hahaha......

"Don't don't rob me first, after all, this is my territory."

He Hongzhang killed all of them in seconds, and then started directly.

"Anan, how about a melancholy poem?

Recently, I read a book and found a particularly interesting story.

In ancient times, a talented woman met a talented man, and both parties had feelings and finally walked together.

It's a pity that the time period he lived in was in a particularly turbulent era, which was the most special era of my Han

。 In the end, the husband of this talented woman died, and she watched the foreign invasion, and finally died directly on the rocks by the river.

I have great admiration for this woman.

How Anan, write a poem about her life? ”

Liu Nan was dizzy when he heard it, in fact, he didn't understand the story He Hongzhang told at all.

"What? Write sad poems? In this way, let me think about it, what about the wine, pour the wine for me, what do you write without wine? ”

Good fellow, you're still in command, aren't you?

But He Hongzhang didn't care, he immediately poured Liu Nan a glass of wine.

And after Liu Nan finished drinking, he picked up the brush and started.

At this time, a group of people had already gathered around Liu Nan.

The camera had no way to capture Liu Nan's writing, and could only learn about the poem through the recitation of the spectators at the time. And there is no doubt that Xue Pujia directly began to chant as soon as possible.

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. ”

"Sure enough, it has to be Liu Nan, it has to be him, as soon as this word came out, an indescribable melancholy suddenly appeared.

So that your whole person can't help but walk around with the mood of the lyricist.

Such sorrow, such sorrow, and such a mood can only be written by Mr. Liu Nan. ”

"Good guy, I'm a good guy directly, the opening search is cold, miserable and miserable.

When it is cold and warm, it is the most difficult to rest.

This sentence calmed my whole body, and this sentence told me what it means to be sad and parting.

At the beginning, Mr. wrote the best poem of this kind, Yulin Ling, remembering Master Qin

。 I thought it was no longer a poem that could be compared. Unexpectedly, now there is a similar one.

There is a saying in our Han poetry circle that is very correct, that is, Mr. Liu Nan's works, and only he can surpass them.

There is no doubt that this sentence is true, and it can only be surpassed by himself.

If someone else's words, you can't even touch the edge. It is said that the West is also broadcasting live tonight, and I don't know if they can understand such a beautiful sentence. ”

"My favorite is still three glasses and two light wines, how can I beat the sentence that he is in a hurry late.

Really, this sentence directly brings this kind of longing, sadness and melancholy to life.

A few days ago, a lot of our big men and anchors had nothing to do, and Mr. stopped writing poetry, and they couldn't find a way to attract traffic. And tomorrow, everyone, your chance.

Sir, I just want to say that you have some interpretations. ”

And obviously, this is the upper run, and the next rung, which is coming soon.

And this rhyme was recited by Meng Lingchuan.

"Yellowfare flowers are piling up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!

Hiss...... The sycamore is more drizzle, and it drips by dusk.

Oh my mother, how can you be so graphic?

Anan, worthy of you, I'm now convinced. ”

At this moment, Meng Lingchuan looked at Liu Nan's work stupidly.

Sorrow, longing, disappointment in the world, and that helplessness in life.

At this moment, Liu Nan wrote this woman's life alive.

At this moment, this poem made countless daughters' families sad.

At this moment, Huo Xiangjun, one of the four talented women in Dijing, couldn't help crying at this moment.

"It's really the enemy of my daughter's family, how can it make people's hearts hurt so much?

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the original Yulin Ling remembering Master Qin again.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to!

These two poems, combined together, really write the joys and sorrows of the world. ”

As one of the four talented women in Dijing, Huo Xiangjun is naturally able to appreciate the beauty of poetry. Now, she's really completely immersed in it

。 "I really want to collect the manuscript of this poem. If you can give it to me, let me do anything, I am willing to do anything. ”

Well, the same thing, Tian Qi is also saying the same.

As a descendant of the Tian family, she can't help but want to collect this manuscript at this moment.

It's a pity that she knows that this is impossible, even if the other party intends to release it, she doesn't have the qualifications to collect it, right?

And at this moment, Liu Nan used a poem to announce his return and tell everyone that the poet is still a poet saint in the end.

"Ah......h This is Anan's talent?? ”

At this moment, Wang Yuanming couldn't help but murmur such a sentence, and he was shocked by Liu Nan's words.

"That's right, Yuanming, this is Anan's talent. You may not know how good he is, but when you do, you will understand how talented he really is. ”

Wang Yuanming already knew at this moment, not to mention anything else, today's two poems have already made him understand how powerful Liu Nan is.

He was really surprised and shocked, he thought that Liu Nan was just a singer.

A singer who writes and sings well. After all, can he become his idol back then, isn't it?

But today, he learned two other things.

One of them is that Liu Nan turned out to be a martial arts master Dugu seeking defeat.

A condor shooting, writing the beauty of martial arts, writing people can't help but be shocked, martial arts can be like this.

With only one book, the writer Dugu became a martial arts master and an existence that helped Yuezhishe turn things around.

And in addition, Liu Nan is still a poet?

This is what shocked him even more. Will enter the wine, this poem is called the poem written by the immortals! And the author of this poem turned out to be Liu Nan.

Moreover, tonight, the other party wrote two beautiful words in front of him! Zhuanxi Sha, slow voice, these two words directly told everyone about Liu Nan's talent.

"Damn, what kind of friend did I meet?"

……

Liu Nan seemed to be drunk but not drunk, holding a pen in his hand, as if he suddenly felt unpleasant.

"No, it's really not fun, I still have to write a song."

As soon as he heard Liu Nan's words, He Hongzhang immediately took away the slow voice in front of Liu Nan.

Then, like a dog's face, he looked at Liu Nan with a flattering smile on his face.

"Anan, since you still want to write something, I will definitely satisfy you. Look, the new Peach Blossom Book, you can write as much as you want, and I will definitely not stop you.

”

"That's right, Anan, you write happily tonight, write happily, whatever you do."

"Write, write, it's been a long time since I've seen Anan write poetry, let's have a good time tonight."

Liu Nan smiled, and then waved his hand: "Fill the wine." ”

At this moment, Lin Hai also coaxed. "The wine is here, Anan, you drink."

Liu Nan swallowed another glass of thirty-year-old apricot blossom wine, and then directly picked up the pen in his hand. Then, he started again.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. ”

As soon as this word came out, it directly suppressed today's live broadcast.

A sentence that a teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new word, which can be said to tell everyone directly and clearly that the horror of this word is terrifying.

is also telling everyone bluntly that Liu Nan is going to heaven tonight.

When he was a teenager, he was simple-minded, he had not experienced the hardships of the world, he liked to climb high-rise buildings, enjoy the scenery, and there was no sorrow at all, but "for the sake of new words", he had to pretend to be a Sven look, and reluctantly wrote some "sorrowful" words to suit the situation.

The film vividly writes about the innocent and naïve feelings of youth. "Ignorance" writes that young people simply "don't know" what "sorrow" is, which is very true.

It can be said that at this moment, people can't help but follow the lyricist to think and reminisce.

"God, what are you doing tonight? As soon as this poet comes back, it will directly shock us, right? ”

"What a teenager doesn't know what it's like to be sad, why is it all sorrow tonight. I said, sir, why don't you have a high-spirited poem later? ”

"Have you found it, this Goddess Xue's voice is really very suitable for reciting poetry. This poem, recited by Goddess Xue, can be said to complement each other. ”

……

In fact, at this moment, Xue Pujia's whole person was also in a shock.

This song, which can be said to be slower than the sound just now, seems to be on a higher level.

Even though she had already been mentally prepared, when he read Liu Nan's work, he couldn't help but be shocked.

This may be Liu Nan's greatness, and this may be the shock of talent.

He Hongzhang couldn't help it anymore, he suddenly pushed away Huang Mengzhou, who was blocking him, and then began to chant and chant.

"Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn

I want to say that I will take a break, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Oh my God, this is invincible.

But the weather is cool and autumn, which is really evocative. ”

Compared with Shang Rong's strong sorrow, this time the next piece of writing turned around, writing about the changes in thoughts and feelings after experiencing all the vicissitudes of life and experiencing the taste of sorrow.

It can be said that this is the real finishing touch.

It is not an exaggeration to call this song a swan song for the ages.

Yes, that's right, this is another eternal swan song, a swan song that belongs to Liu Nan through the ages. At this moment, Ye Weidao is saying this word.

It's a graceful two-syllable poem.

The upper and lower sentences are written in overlapping sentences, which not only makes the whole word coherent and fluent, but also strengthens the emotions contained in the words.

At the end of the sentence, "but the weather is cool and autumn", from the surface of the whole word, it is idle and bland; However, after being strengthened by the foreshadowing in the words, it is extremely sad to read.

The words of the whole poem are beautiful and graceful, and the sorrow is subtle, which is a unique swan song for the ages. ”

This is Ye Weidao's evaluation of this word at this moment.

After the evaluation, Ye Weidao couldn't help but pick up the pen and write the poem again. After writing it, Ye Weidao didn't look satisfied.

"Alas, in the end, I am missing something, I don't have Liu Nan's kind of ease, nor do I have that kind of chic and comfortable.

This poem, and only the manuscript he wrote, can be called a work of art. ”

After speaking, Ye Weidao threw the words he wrote in the trash can next to him.

……

Wensheng City, where a very large number of literati gathered, their level is very high.

Among them, there is Feng Shuhuan, who writes about contemporary sorrows, he is known as the contemporary writer of sorrows, and he is also the idol of many people.

At the same time, he is also a member of the Wenzong of Wensheng City. Tonight, he was also watching the live broadcast, and he was not very interested in the plot on the Western Alliance side at the beginning.

After all, literati like them don't like Western culture very much.

But because it was Liu Nan's live broadcast, I kept watching it.

And when Liu Nan returned to China, he was excited.

Especially when a song of Zhuanxi Sha was recited by Liu Nan casually, he couldn't help but get excited, shouting that the poet was back.

He naturally likes Liu Nan's poems, how can you not like the poems of the poet when you joke about the poets?

And at this moment, after this word came out, Feng Shuhuan's whole person was stunned.

"From now on, I can completely throw away any so-called title such as writing sorrow. Compared to the poet, am I a hammer? ”

Yes, compared with Liu Nan, all the poets of the Han Dynasty are rubbish.

Liu Nan Now, in the poetry industry, it can be said that he is not alone.

And tonight, Liu Nan's three works once again prove this matter, that is, Liu Nan's greatness. And as this poem ended, He Hongzhang and they were all stunned.

"It's a good one, but it's cool and autumn, Anan, you are simply the idol of my life, I just want to kiss you now, why are you so great."

At this moment, He Hongzhang directly hugged Liu Nan's forehead and kissed him fiercely. He was so excited, and he really admired Liu Nan too much.

Liu Nan smiled: "Go away, tonight is not enough fun, who else wants me to write a song?"

Bring it up, and I'm fully satisfied with you tonight. Hiccup...... I've been in the Western Alliance all this time, and I don't have time to chant poetry against me, so I'm really suffocating.

Tonight, I, Liu Nan, want to write a happy and happy story. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xue Pujia stood up as soon as possible.

"Don't rob me with a little girl, I must come to this one."

As soon as these words came out, He Hongzhang and the others naturally couldn't say anything. You're kidding, how are you saying it, Xue Pujia is also a girl, and you are really embarrassed to rob her

。 Liu Nan's eyes were hazy, and he glanced at Xue Pujia and nodded.

"Okay, then Sister Xue starts, tell me what do you want?"

Xue Pujia was silent for a moment, and then she turned her head to look at Liu Nan.

"Jianghu. Anan, you have written a lot of sorrowful farewells, and you have also written a lot of romantic poems.

However, you haven't written about the rivers and lakes yet, you must know that you are also a martial arts master now. So, write a poem about the rivers and lakes. ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Nan seemed to be stunned.

"Rivers and lakes!! That's right, how can there be no rivers and lakes? In that case, then I'll write a poem. ”

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room was particularly excited.

Yes, Mr. Liu Nan is a martial arts master, how can there be no rivers and lakes, right?

So, at this moment, they were also excited.

"I don't know, in the heart of a martial arts master like Mr., what are his rivers and lakes like? I'm really looking forward to it! ”

"I think that the rivers and lakes in Mr.'s mind should be freshly dressed and angry, and they should also be particularly liked."

"Yes, sir's rivers and lakes, it should be like this."

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Liu Nan started writing directly, he sighed, and then a poem appeared.

At this moment, Xue Pujia couldn't wait to recite this poem.

"The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging when I enter the rivers and lakes."

As soon as the first sentence came out, the whole world fell silent in an instant.

At this moment, in the live broadcast room, the people who were still discussing just now also quieted down.

At this moment, He Hongzhang and the others also quieted down.

At the moment, they are all listening quietly, listening to the rivers and lakes in the minds of Liu Nan, the great martial arts master.

And as soon as this first sentence came out, they all felt the rivers and lakes in Liu Nan's mind.

The poems full of strong atmosphere of the rivers and lakes made everyone subconsciously immerse themselves directly in the rivers and lakes depicted by Liu Nan.

And they seem to have come to such a magnificent world.

The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging me to enter the rivers and lakes.

We are born to stir up trouble, and this world is ours.

It's just that the words "rivers and lakes" are not so easy to mix.

At this moment, everyone subconsciously remembered the characters in the martial arts world created by Liu Nan.

There is Guo Jing, who is wise and foolish, and his chivalrous man is famous for the country.

For the sake of the country, he has been guarding Xiangyang for so many years, and he has no regrets. This is the rivers and lakes, this is Guo Jing's rivers and lakes.

There are also Yang Guo's rivers and lakes, and they are deficient, and they finally walked into the battlefield without hesitation.

Their rivers and lakes also have a court. There is Chu Liuxiang, surrounded by his beautiful rivers and lakes, chic and free.

There are Lu Xiaofeng's rivers and lakes, and his rivers and lakes are so full of twists and turns.

At the same time, there is also Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan. His rivers and lakes are always so helpless.

All of this is illustrating the two words of rivers and lakes.

All the people, all the amazing people, are being destroyed by the rivers and lakes.

……

At this moment, Li Jianxue couldn't help but be attracted by this poem, this domineering, this helpless, and this poem full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, she couldn't help but chant the second sentence.

"In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life."

If the first sentence is about the helplessness of the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, and the rivers and lakes are urging people to grow old.

Then this second sentence is chic, and it is free and easy, the kind of freedom that belongs to the people of the rivers and lakes.

The emperor's hegemony, the ultimate romance in the minds of many men.

However, this is such the ultimate goal, and in the minds of Jianghu people, this is also a joke.

He can't compare to a drunk in life, it's better to meet with a pot of turbid wine, how many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

At this moment, this poem can't help but connect with Liu Nan's original Linjiang Immortal.

At this moment, they seemed to think of countless dashing strange men, seemed to think of Lu Xiaofeng, and thought of Chu Liuxiang.

I thought of these two dashing figures, and these two people were the representatives of them. At this moment, people can't help but think of the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master.

His casualness, his ease, they are so attractive.

Hearing these two poems, I suddenly understood why men yearn for the rivers and lakes so much and like martial arts.

Martial arts is called a man's romance, and it's really not a joke.

In a good sentence of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life. ”

"Tonight, if I read Chu Liuxiang's words again, I can't sleep. Sure enough, it is worthy of Mr., this is the most exciting poem I have ever heard in my life. ”

"Don't stop, keep going, my god I can't wait now."

"Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock."

didn't stop, and then Meng Lingchuan recited this sentence in a deep voice.

This sentence directly writes the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's cruel, incomparably cruel.

The rivers and lakes are not only romantic, but also have such a cruel side.

And this, this is the rivers and lakes, this is it!

At this moment, everyone seems to be facing the cruel side of the Jianghu people.

At this moment, everyone thought of the content of Liu Nan's Xiao Li Flying Knife.

Cruel, cruel, changeable, without the feeling of a good person.

Such rivers and lakes are not only desirable, but also frightening, aren't they?

"Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh a few people in the rivers and lakes."

A poem of rivers and lakes ended, and with Xue Pujia's recitation, it came to an end directly.

From the sword to the ghost rain, the white bones flew like a mountain bird, and there was a big turning point directly.

The world is like a tide, people are like water, and only a few people in the rivers and lakes are back.

It can be said that this poem in the second half of the rivers and lakes completely tells you the cruelty of the rivers and lakes. I only sigh that a few people in the rivers and lakes are back!

(End of chapter)