"It's a Sauvignon Blanc, it's really talented, it's really full of true feelings.

Okay, well, this is the work of my great Han poet. Damn, this Sauvignon Blanc is really memorable! ”

At this moment, some people clap their hands and congratulate, and they are very respectful of this Sauvignon Blanc. Some people are crying at this poem at this moment.

"Sauvignon Blanc, that is, Mr. can write it. The lovesickness is endless, only tears flow. I love this poem, very much. ”

"I lost, Huang Lun's explanation is also very exciting, this Sauvignon Blanc, under his explanation, I finally figured it out.

I just don't know, this Sauvignon Blanc, whether there is a second or third next. ”

"Talent, that's really unreasonable."

……

No matter how amazed the audience in the live broadcast room was, at this moment, Li Jianxue was immersed in this poem.

Looking at it, she couldn't help but cry. Gently took the poem and gently read the content of the poem.

It was written to her by Anan, and it was the best gift she has ever received today.

"Anan, is there a second one?"

"I rely on black coal, don't scare me, my psychology is very fragile, I can't stand your fright at all.

I'll go, in a moment, you're not going to grow taller even the other, are you?

Today, you kid, you don't really plan to compose 300 poems, do you? ”

Meng Lingchuan looked at Liu Nan as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole person was talking upside down. Liu Nan laughed, then took a sip of wine, and picked up the pen in his hand again.

"Of course, there is one of them, and there must be two of them. Next, it's Sauvignon Blanc. Everyone, look ahead! ”

……

"Holy, he's crazy, isn't he? Don't you even stop? I lost it, I'm not good now, I don't dare to watch the live broadcast.

I'm afraid that my heart will be broken, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold my head up for the rest of my mother's life. ”

"Mr. Liu Nan, give me Zhang Mazi a face, and you won't write, okay?"

"Roll the calf, what face do you want for a pockmarked son?

There's another one, what's the fucking situation, why do so many people ask Mr. to stop writing?

Just kidding, you can't stand this blow, we can.

If you can't stand it, don't read it, go to the book and don't spoil the fun here. ”

"That's it, sir, you can write whatever you want, hahaha is to write all day long, we like to read.

Damn it, I'm going to have to see enough of it today. ”

……

Write?

I definitely have to write it, Liu Nan more than six years ago, will he take care of you more than six years later?

it, he didn't even know that these videos of himself were being played.

So at this moment, Liu Nan was not affected in any way, and he began to create again.

And Xue Pujia and their group of Liu Nan's friends lowered their heads again and watched Liu Nan write.

This feeling is so scary! And it was at this time that Sauvignon Blanc II appeared.

"Sauvignon Blanc, in Fufeng. Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold. ”

Day and night, I miss the person I miss is helping the wind.

In the autumn night, the weaver cries in the well railing, and the slight frost soaks the bamboo mat and is extraordinarily cold.

This kind of subtle beauty, this kind of longing for a woman from a man, is really moving.

This is the charm of poetry, this is the beauty of poetry.

The beauty of the Han poetry that the Western alliance can never understand.

Such a beauty makes you can't help but immerse yourself in it, and you can't help but have endless admiration for the poet.

So at this moment, countless people looked at Liu Nan with admiration and watched him write this Sauvignon Blanc poem.

Xue Pujia's recitation, with some special magnetism, is like the best reciter, reciting an eternal article.

At this moment, everyone is immersed in the world of poetry. At this moment, many people seemed to see a man, expressing that endless sorrow to the woman.

The writing continues, and the reading is not over.

The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he looked at the moon sky and sighed.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a high sky above the green and dark sky, and there are waves of water below.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain. ”

The lonely lamp was dim, and the thoughts were infinitely intense, and he rolled up the curtains to look at the bright moon and sighed at the sky.

The dear ones are separated by clouds in the nine heavens.

There is a long sky above, and there is a thin sky below, and there is clear water rolling up thousands of waves.

How arduous it is to trek day and night, it is difficult for the dream soul to fly over this heavy mountain.

Translated from this paragraph, that's probably what it means.

But guys, I'm really scared. This Sauvignon Blanc really scared me.

Compared to the first song, this second song is the real climax.

This poem, now I can say that, the lovesick works are endless, and the two Sauvignon Blanc poems are the peak.

Especially this second song, whether it is the choice of words or sentences, whether it is anything else, has reached a peak.

From the beginning of the article to "Beauty is like a flower across the clouds", write the lovesickness of the people in the poem "in Chang'an".

The poem depicts the image of a lonely man.

His dwelling was not luxurious, as can be seen from the "Golden Well", but he felt lonely and empty inside.

Mr. expresses the feelings of this character through the technique of rendering the atmosphere of the environment layer by layer.

Write down what you heard first—the weaver girl at the bottom of the stairs chirped sadly.

The insect song is getting late, and the loneliness of the lonely person can be known.

Secondly, when he wrote about what his skin felt, it was when "the frost sent Xiao Xiao and the cold invaded the quilt", and he couldn't sleep.

"Frost and bleakness" should be felt through the cold air.

And "Cold" implies that he has never slept up. In front of me is the "Luo tent lamp", which increases the sorrow.

The word "lonely" is not only a lamp, but also a psychological portrayal of the character, which causes a lot of longing. "Heartbreaking" shows the pain of his feelings.

So he went on to write about the curtains, which was a round of unattainable bright moon, and Mr. seemed to think of something in his heart, and he let out a long sigh of helplessness.

This forces out the key sentence in the poem: "Beauty is like a flower across the clouds." ”

The meaning of the title of "Sauvignon Blanc" is only specified here.

This flower-like beauty missed by the people in the poem seems to be very close, close at hand; But in the end, it is far away, far away from the clouds.

Like Yue'er, it is unattainable. From this, we can see why he wants to "sigh empty".

Beautiful, beautiful, a beautiful work.

Such works should only exist in heaven, and how many times do you have to smell them in this world.

In this life, to be able to see the birth of such a work, it is really a death without regrets.

Today, I, Huang someone, have to use all my abilities to interpret Mr. 's work.

Ladies and gentlemen in the live broadcast room, please follow me to enjoy Mr.'s works.

You're going to be proud of this piece.

Because, it is the greatest honor for you to watch it come into being. ”

Huang Lun's explanation is very interesting, although he has just read this poem, but he uses his unique talent to analyze this poem to the fullest.

It can be said that Huang Lun is a natural poet.

And the audience in his live broadcast room also understood the greatness of this poem under Huang Lun's explanation.

At this time, Liu Nan suddenly took a sip of wine, then sighed, and then he took the pen and began to write again.

It's just the first part of the poem, and then the next part is going to begin.

"Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.

The sun is full of flowers, and the moon is sleepless.

Zhao Se stopped the phoenix pillar at the beginning, and Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings.

This song is intended to be passed on, and I am willing to send it with the spring breeze.

Remembering the monarch is all the way away from the blue sky.

In the past, the eyes were horizontal, and now they shed tears.

I don't believe that the concubine's intestines are broken, and I came back to see before the mirror.

The beauty is full of flowers, and the beauty spends the bed after she goes.

The embroidered quilt in the bed is not sleeping, and it has been smelling the fragrance for three years.

The incense will not be extinguished, and no one will come.

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew wet moss. ”

I miss it day and night, and the lovesickness breaks my heart and liver.

The sun is coming to an end, the flowers are like smoke, the moonlight is like water, and the heart is sad and difficult to sleep.

Zhao Se, who had just stopped plucking the phoenix pillar, picked up the Shu qin and plucked the mandarin duck strings.

It's a pity that although the song is intentionally passed on, I hope it will fly to Yanran with the spring breeze.

I miss you and can't see each other from afar.

The eyes that used to shine with anticipation have become a fountain of tears.

If you don't believe how miserable I was, come back to the mirror and look haggard.

When the beauty is there, there are flowers all over the house; After the beauty went, only this lonely empty bed remained.

The splendid quilt that is rolled up on the bed and does not sleep is still fragrant for three years.

The aroma is not moistened for a long time, and people have never returned.

How much acacia does this yellow leaf fashion add?

The dew was already soaking the moss outside the door.

At this moment, how to say it, countless literati just want to say that this poem is fucking god.

These two Sauvignon Blanc complement each other, and these two Sauvignon Blanc complement each other.

At this moment, the entire Han was immersed in these two Sauvignon Blanc.

"If someone can write a Sauvignon Blanc for me, they will be willing to die."

A big man's daughter, looking at the live broadcast room stupidly at this moment, all the memories in her mind are the poem Sauvignon Blanc just now.

At this moment, she is so envious of Li Jianxue.

"I really envy her, she can be accompanied by her husband, she can be the wife of her husband. Such luck, I'm afraid she saved a universe in her last life, right? ”

……

"Envy me? Hehehe, why am I not envious of you?

At least there are a lot of you and your loved ones with you.

And me?

I could only dream back at midnight, crying alone on the railing.

Why can't I Anan, he live a few more decades?

Why did God give him such torture?

Why didn't he meet me sooner?

If I really save the universe, then beg heaven and give me back my husband! ”

At this moment, Li Jianxue was sad alone, and at this moment she just wanted to say that life is impermanent.

Yes, when these people were envious of her Li Jianxue, why didn't Li Jianxue envy them?

Compared with this poetry, she wants that man to be by her side all the time. ……

"Acacia is endless, Sauvignon Blanc is heart-warming! These two Sauvignon Blanc, I'm afraid I've written all the acacia.

Since then, Acacia can only be expressed with these two songs. ”

Gu Qing sighed, and then he seemed to think of the woman he remembered deeply.

In the same way, there are many people who think of the person they can't forget.

"Wife, let's remarry! I was wrong before, and I'll listen to you in the future, okay? After the divorce, I found out that I have always been in love with you. ”

A man picked up his mobile phone at this moment, dialed his ex-wife's number, and then proposed to remarry. On the other side of the phone, there was silence for a long time.

"Seriously?"

"I've never been so serious in my life."

"Woooooooooo......oo You damn damn thing, I thought you really abandoned me?

I've been waiting for you for over a year, you know, I've been waiting for you for this call. ”

The man hung up the phone and touched the tears on his face.

"Mom, it's really Sauvignon Blanc, it's heart-warming!"

……

"Okay guys, now I'm going to revisit the second half of the poem.

The first sentence of this poem is "The sun is full of flowers, and the moon is as bright as sleepless".

The opening creates the environment, rendering the sad and misty atmosphere of lovesickness.

The characteristics of the twilight, low, smoky scenery make people feel a deep sense of depression, and set the sad tone of the whole poem.

The sun was setting in the west, and a few clusters of flowers looked hazy in the low twilight, as if entangled in smoke.

This kind of smoky dream-like perception obviously comes partly from the eyes of the woman, from the heart of the woman who is tightly wrapped in lovesickness and sorrow.

The heart-wrenching lovesickness gives everything that the woman sees and feels a strong melancholy color, not only the flowers, but also the smoke.

The night began, but the woman did not fall asleep, and her longing for her husband made her toss and turn and could not sleep.

What's even more annoying is that the bright moon still emits a bright light like silk, through the lonely window lattice, stirring many lovers' hearts uneasy.

In this poem, the bright moon, which represents reunion, is portrayed by Mr. as an indifferent and indissociating image of human feelings because of its specific situation......"

Huang Lun is still explaining, but for the people in Liu Nan's live broadcast room, no one cares about this anymore.

Because, at this moment, under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people, Liu Nan began to write again.

"Fuck it, this beast, he's going to write?

Amitabha Buddha sins and sins, and the Buddha is not to blame. No, this has nothing to do with the Buddha, it's not strange that the poet is a saint.

You're so scary, don't you have the slightest pause in your inspiration?

What are you going to write? Your perfunctory pause won't make me so desperate! ”

Yes, desperate, as soon as I saw that Liu Nan was still going to write, so many literati in the live broadcast room exploded.

"Elder Fang, is this poet so scary. Are you kidding? It's about to start again? ”

At this moment, an old man looked at this scene with confusion on his face.

There are many people who write poetry right, and there are many people who write poetry well.

However, no one writes so much like Liu Nan, a livestock...... Despair.

"I don't know, maybe that's the difference between a saint and us ordinary people, right?"

"Alas. No wonder he doesn't live long, Huiji will be injured.

How can a talent of this caliber have a long lifespan? ”

"I don't know what we, the poet saint, plan to write next?

I don't know, how much does he plan to write this time?

Damn, I can't stand it right now. ”

"My scalp is also bursting, and today I saw the snow special, and it was really worth the trip!"

"Do you still want to write? I'm scared to death today. ”

"So handsome, Mr. is really handsome. If only I had Li Jianxue, I pestered my husband every day and asked him to write poems for me. ”

"Ahem, could it be Sauvignon Blanc? After all, I've written one and two of them, and it seems normal to have another three? ”

"That's right, I think it's okay too."

"The gentleman continued to write, writing that he was turned upside down, that he was sunless and moonless. It was written to discourage the current group of literati in the Han Dynasty. ”

"I'll go, damn it, I'll trouble you not to say that, okay? I'm terrified now. ”

"Ahem, let's calm down, Mr. writes poetry, and he always does it in one go.

So in normal times, I think there are more than these poems today. After all, there are still about twenty minutes left before the end, and there must be more than one poem. ”

"I just don't know, what's next?"

……

What's next? I don't think I need to think much about this, because now Liu Nan has continued to start writing.

And after starting to write, everyone sighed when they looked at the name.

"Sure enough, Sauvignon Blanc is the third, what the hell is this going to kill us?"

"If I could travel back, I would snatch the pen from my husband's hand as soon as possible. That way, he wouldn't have continued, and I wouldn't have suffered. ”

"Ahem, let's take a good look."

……

Xue Pujia, more than six years ago, turned her head to look at Liu Nan who was writing, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sauvignon Blanc three."

After chanting for a while, Xue Pujia began to chant again.

"The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.

I know when I see each other, and I am embarrassed at this night. ”

When chanting to this place, Xue Pujia couldn't help but pause.

She couldn't help but take a deep look at this work again, and glanced at this blind date to know when she knew the day, and she was embarrassed at this night.

"I know when I see each other, and I am embarrassed at this night.

It's so beautiful, it's a good sentence to see each other on a blind date, and it's embarrassing at this night.

This is the most beautiful sentence I've ever seen. Such a sentence can be called a quatrain for the ages. ”

Not to mention Xue Pujia, it was the countless viewers in the live broadcast room, who couldn't help but get excited at this time.

"Damn, these three Sauvignon Blanc, I'm afraid I'm going to become a legend of the Han.

Damn, I don't want anything right now, I just want to collect a pair of my husband's work. ”

"Alas, it may be even harder than ascending to the sky. Because Mr.'s works, whether it is Mrs. Liu or these friends of Mr., it is impossible to release them.

What they have is money, not bad money, such works will be passed down from generation to generation. ”

"Damn, why don't you give us a chance??"

"I don't want to say it, I don't want to say anything right now."

"Shouldn't you appreciate the beauty of poetry at this moment?

I have to say that this piece of Mr. is also top-notch. ”

At this moment, Huang Lun became excited again, and he began a passionate analysis in his live broadcast room.

Even, his face, which was not good-looking, was a little hideous at this moment.

"Everyone, let me first analyze the meaning of the first part of this work, and I will give you an analysis first.

The autumn breeze is bleak and the autumn moon is clear.

The fallen leaves in the wind sometimes gathered and sometimes scattered, and the jackdaws were already roosting and startled by the sound.

I hope you and I can see each other again, but I don't know when, at this moment, it is really difficult to be patient with loneliness and sadness, so how can I be embarrassed.

That's the meaning of these sentences, and it can be said that they are so beautifully written.

The first half of this work is written about the autumn scene, and it is also sad about the spring and autumn.

and the Sauvignon Blanc of the name of the word, it looks a little out of place.

I think that the acacia should be placed in the lower rung. Next, I will carefully analyze the intention and technique of this work.

"The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened."

In the middle of the night, the wind is clear, and the moon is bright. Unbearable autumn depression, the leaves fall and gather, there is a sense of remembrance, but I can't help myself.

The lonely crow roosts on its own, whether it is too dark at night or too quiet by the wind, Gu Zi is frightened.

Autumn wind. Autumn Moon. Defoliation. Jackdaw.

All of them are images that lead to sadness, and they are personified, and the autumn mood is completely outlined in front of them, and the depression quietly rises from between the lines.

Close your eyes and concentrate, there is a broken intestine person standing with his hands under the branches, his back is lonely, his infinite heart is full of trouble, and the autumn air is even more depressed.

Suddenly, I looked into the distance, sighed that the autumn air was in full bloom, and the jackdaws were perched alone.

Thinking about a love affair, how to make it unforgettable, the poem is very prosperous. When the real voice complains of lovesickness, the words are cold and bitter.

"Lovesick people know when they meet, and they are embarrassed at this night."

In those old years, you and I also met and knew each other and loved each other.

If you can't find it again, it's even goodbye. At this moment, in the middle of the autumn night, I can't bear to relive that old thing, which makes me embarrassed.

At the beginning of the article, Xiao Suo's image of autumn rendered the helpless state of mind that could not be remembered, and reading this, it made people's hearts sigh even better.

In the past, the woman who once loved each other deeply is now goodbye.

The world is bitter.

What's more, I miss you deeply, but I don't know if you also miss me.

The night is as cool as autumn, because there is lovesickness in the chest, the night is also difficult, and the love is also difficult.

Here Mr. makes a perfect inner portrayal, and the poem is sad and moving.

The grievances are far away, the grievances are like complaints, you can feel the lovesickness from the words to the infinity, and you can feel the pain of lovesickness from the chanting to the helplessness.

What a poem, I can't write such a work in my life.

Perhaps, no one in our modern era can write about it.

Except, of course, Mr. Liu Nan. Okay, okay, let's continue to watch the next part of this work. ”

Yes, at this time the lower rungs began. Liu Nanbi walks the dragon and snake, which is called a chic and free.

A hand-held book, like a rushing river, is called a free flying. Coupled with Xue Pujia's unique voice chanting, it can be said that this is the top enjoyment in the world.

Don't think it's an exaggeration, this is the invincible elegance of the world.

"Enter my lovesick door, know my lovesickness.

Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. ”

Xue Pujia, who had finished chanting, had a tear flowing from the corner of her eyes at this moment

。 At this moment, her mind was drawn by this work.

At this moment, tears suddenly fell and hit the Sauvignon Blanc on the desk, leaving a little tear stain.

At this moment, this tear is perfectly integrated with the work.

It seems that these tears were born for these three Sauvignon Blanc.

All right?

It's very good, the three Sauvignon Blanc, that's really into my lovesick door, I know my lovesickness!

At this moment, this Sauvignon Blanc can't be better.

In this generation, Xue Pujia couldn't help but recite this Sauvignon Blanc again.

(End of chapter)