A picture of Meiling, a song of plum songs, this perfect match together, tells everyone how amazing Liu Nan is tonight.

And after painting this picture and writing this poem, the camera switches once. The next time it appears, it is at a broken bridge.

There happens to be a river in this place, and the bridge here was originally a wooden bridge, but it has been broken.

In addition, there are not many people coming to Meihualing today, so the local bridge has not been repaired.

"Damn, let the local department do a repair immediately.

Tell them that Meihualing will be the business card of our Jinwu City in the future, and tell them not to embarrass us. ”

The relevant personnel of the imperial court on this side of Jinwu City looked at this broken bridge, and they were furious.

Well, though, they'll soon change their minds.

Because next, a poem will be born that made this broken bridge famous.

This broken bridge will also become a famous monument for hundreds of years.

Liu Nan's poem writes this place beautifully, and it also makes this place one of the most anticipated scenery.

Because of the switching, some of the foreshadowing has been edited.

At this moment, everyone only saw that Liu Nan was looking at this beautiful scenery at the moment, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.

Everyone knows that Liu Nan will be composing poems at one time.

Therefore, they are all looking at him expectantly, and they are all waiting for his new works

。 At this moment, Liu Nan happened to be under a plum blossom, and a plum blossom fell down, just falling on Liu Nan's palm.

At this moment, Liu Nan smiled slightly, and then picked up the brush. Then, some prefaces were written.

"Watching the plum blossoms on the broken bridge has a feeling, so I feel that I wrote a poem with the inscription of the Meiling picture made today."

Seeing this preface, some poets were immediately surprised.

"Reverse? This...... It's a little interesting.,I didn't expect to plan to write a song about Yongmei just now?

This is not so simple, to write a poem backwards, not only to consider the artistic conception of this poem, but also to consider the rhythm of the previous work. ”

"That's right, writing poetry backwards is not a job that anyone can do. Good guy, I didn't expect Mr. to make it difficult for himself in this issue? ”

"What is this, for sir, what do you say this is?"

"Hey, hey, hey, seriously, I'm super looking forward to it, sir's song and the reverse lyrics of the world's first Yongmei just now.

Tut-tut, that is, Mr., has such ability and talent. ”

"Good guy, just now there was a song of the first song of ancient and modern times, and now there will be no more first, right?"

"No, this word should be worse. After all, the reason why this Yongmei just now was able to become the first in ancient and modern times is that the reform of Yongmei words occupies a part.

This poem, if it is really written backwards, then it will definitely fall into the previous cliché, so it is definitely not as good as the first one. ”

There are people who know poetry and say such a paragraph, which also makes many people feel that this person is right.

It's also Ha, written according to the previous routine, if you want to surpass the Yongmei just now, it's really basically impossible.

Even Xie Lingsheng six years ago was not optimistic at this moment.

"Brother Nan, write it backwards, it's more difficult!"

Liu Nan winked at Xie Lingsheng: "You just look at it, it doesn't matter if it's good or not, anyway, just a few of us can see it, and others can't see it."

I'm not ashamed of the poor writing, am I? ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately laughed.

"Sir, you don't know this, but now we have not only seen it, but we have seen a lot.

So, if it's really badly written, hehehe, we know. ”

"Sir may not have imagined that he would become famous after he left the world, right?

Moreover, he has also become a poet saint, the only poet saint in my Han Dynasty. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people in the live broadcast room fell silent.

During this time, I watched Liu Nan's live broadcast every Saturday and listened to Mr. Liu Nan's various news and news every day.

It always makes people subconsciously forget that Mr. has left the world.

Yes, he has left the world, and in this world, except for these videos, there is no longer the voice and smile of Mr.

Therefore, as long as they think of this, countless people can't help but shed tears.

"Now I know that my husband has passed away.

I want to beg everyone, please don't say it in the live broadcast room in the future, okay?

So that I can lie to myself and think that my husband is still there. This live broadcast is a real live broadcast, not a so-called video. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people in the live broadcast room burst into tears.

"Yes, this friend is right. How I want to lie to myself, my husband is still in the world. ”

……

Qi Ying's eyes turned red, and then she shed a tear.

"Yes, the person has left, why can't I help but remember Mr. every day? Why, when I dream at night, I always remember my husband? It's all over, it's all a dream! ”

……

A dream?

It's like a dream, indeed.

Before Liu Nan's death, no one knew, and no one thought that he wrote the wine.

No one would have thought that in addition to mixing wine and water with songs, he would have so many works.

Perhaps, he just came to the world for a trip, grabbed the two or two winds in the world, and filled his dreams in life.

He came and went in a hurry, he came quietly, and no one knew who he left!

"Hai, why do we want to do so much? Now, we should cherish this moment and take a good look at the new works written by Mr.

Hey, everyone, please see, Mr.'s new work has appeared, and it's still Yongmei's. ”

……

In the live broadcast room, Liu Nan, six years ago, once again started a writing class.

And at this time, Xie Lingsheng came to Liu Nan's body, he watched Liu Nan write this poem, and he also recited this poem.

"Outside the ridge, by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It's already dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy. ”

Shang Yun finished writing, and it was written in just a few sentences. However, the scene described in this poem is so amazing.

At this moment, in the lens, there is the broken bridge and flowing water in front of you, and it is also the dusk daylight in front of you.

The light shone obliquely on the river, like a layer of golden light.

This light is so beautiful and so attractive.

On the side of the broken bridge outside Meiling, the plum blossoms bloomed lonely and lonely, and no one cared.

When twilight came, the plum blossoms were helpless, which was sad enough, but they were devastated by the wind and rain.

This poem is so bleak.

As soon as this song came out, it immediately formed a very sharp contrast with the song Yongmei just now.

At this moment, the divine sense of the reverse words came out all of a sudden.

At this moment, everyone forgot that the song just now was not as good as the words of the song just now.

And at this time, Xie Lingsheng continued to recite the lower part of the poem.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Plum blossoms don't want to go out of their way to compete for favors, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers.

Even though they withered, crushed into dirt, and turned into dust, the plum blossoms still exuded a wisp of fragrance as usual.

As soon as this rhyme came out, everyone who understood knew one thing, that is, this song is another swan song for the ages.

This lyric can be said to be the same as the previous song, and has become the existence of the sun and the moon.

The two works can be said to be the same existence as the peerless double pride.

These two works really complement each other.

The meaning expressed by both sides has become the pinnacle.

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

It's a good one that is scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Quatrain for the ages, is this proper quatrain for the ages good?

Such a work, such two songs, really wrote the plum blossom to the extreme.

wrote, from now on, no one dared to write plum blossom words.

Why?

Because, no matter how you write, no matter how you think about it, you don't feel that you can write two Yongmei lyrics that can be compared. What is it?

This is talent, real talent, talent that makes people speechless, this is Liu Nan!

Therefore, some people were stunned and even cried.

There are many people who paint plum blossoms in China, but only one person who can become the first person to paint plum blossoms has won such praise.

This person's name is Feng Yun.

He is the first person to paint plum blossoms in the Han Dynasty today. Three years ago, a picture of his winter plum blossom was auctioned for a high price of 36.5 million.

Since then, Feng Yun has been called the first person in modern Han painting by the Han painting circle.

However, at this moment, he was stunned.

I looked at the poem on this rice paper, this poem called Yongmei. His mouth was full of the poem.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. Hehehehe, ridiculous, how ridiculous my title of the first person to be a plum.

In my life, I can't draw a plum blossom work that can represent this word. ”

Feng Yun is like this at the moment, and he is so decadent.

After reading these two plum blossom words, who can not be eclipsed?

"Cangtian, these two Yongmei, what kind of fairy works are they?

A work that writes with great courage and a big heart.

There is also a poem, the noble character of plum blossoms, and the kind of coldness, written to the fullest.

I've never seen anything like this in my life.

The two poems, one positive and one negative, are also the pinnacle of work.

Just now, someone said that the last Yongmei was the first work of the Han Yongmei.

However, in this generation, I want to know, what do you think in your hearts? ”

"What do you think? Ridiculous, what the hell can you think?

At this moment, I will not retract what I just said. I just want to say that this is also the first word of Yongmei.

This poem represents the first of the traditional writing of plum, and the first is the new first.

These two works, are they fucking the first, can't they? If there's a problem, you can tell it. ”

Damn, you really can't refute that.

Yes, these two works are the first works.

These two songs of plum blossoms really make people feel that plum blossoms have been written.

From now on, the word plum blossom may never be born again.

This positive and negative, such a sun and moon shine together, how rare.

These two works are like two peaks towering at the top of the plum blossom words of the Han Dynasty.

Underneath them are the rest of the plum blossom words.

These two songs are like the emperor and queen in the plum blossom words.

In fact, it is also very interesting to describe it in this way, and it is indeed vivid.

You see, the first Yongmei is masculine and eternal, just like an emperor, domineering and leaking through the ages.

The second song is also lonely and lonely, just like a queen, accompanying the first song.

Such two works can no longer be surpassed.

"From then on, I am a poet who writes plum blossoms, and I only recognize Mr. I also only read Mr.'s plum blossom words, because the writing is so beautiful. ”

"Yes, it's really beautiful, no one can be more beautiful."

All of a sudden, in the live broadcast room, everyone was amazed by these two plum blossom words.

All of a sudden, everyone was shocked by Liu Nan's talent.

Gu Qing sighed, and then he put down the pen in his hand. On the paper in front of him, there are two Yongmei songs.

This yin and yang, two plum blossom poems of one emperor and one queen, were written down by him.

……

At this moment, Huang Lun is also excited, and he is also frantically explaining the greatness of this song.

This word is based on plum blossoms, and Yongmei's misery is used to vent depression in the chest.

lamenting the frustrations and ups and downs of life; The spirit of Zanmei also expresses youth without regrets.

The first half of the word focuses on rendering Mei's loneliness and suffering.

The plum blossom has "the snow is more awe-inspiring, and the flower is the most strong".

The plum blossoms are so quiet and exquisite, out of the flowers, but "now" they are blooming outside the post station in the suburbs, next to the dilapidated "broken bridge".

Naturally, it is inaccessible, lonely and desolate, and it is pitiful.

There is no one to take care of and care for, and its life and death are all up to them.

……

The second half of the plum blossom is written with the soul and the concept of life and death.

Plum blossoms were born in the world, and they have no intention of showing off their flower and moon appearance, nor are they willing to be kitsch and attract bees and butterflies.

Therefore, in terms of time, he hid far away, neither competing with the flowers competing for spring, nor sharing the autumn light with the chrysanthemums, but blooming alone in the ice and snow.

But this still can't get rid of Baihua's jealousy, and may be considered "pretentious", "ulterior motives" or even "foreign appearance"

……。

Just like the plum blossom "has no intention of striving for spring", the insults and misunderstandings of other things are also ignored.

It's "a group of people who are jealous", let it go: go your own way and let others say it!

At the same time, no matter what the outside world hears, I will always respond to all changes.

I only seek the sublimation and purity of the soul, even if the flowers fall, turn into dirt, and roll into dust.

My character lives on as much as my scent. Isn't this the spirit of the poet's personality declaration of looking back on the past without regret and forging ahead bravely and unwaveringly!

……

The last sentence has the power to carry the tripod, it lifts up the whole article, and puts the unfortunate situation of the plum blossoms in front.

The wind and rain invaded, withered and scattered, and the desolation, decay, and sorrow that turned into mud and dust were thrown out of the clouds.

"Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before."

……

This poem is not written kitsch. Unyielding. Halal and vulgar, loyal and unswerving feelings and ambitions.

This song is a song of plum blossoms. There is no word "plum" in the whole text. But everywhere there is the charm of "plum". And the author uses Mei as a metaphor.

Bibi sustenance. Thing and I are one.

In the praise of Mei, he expresses the noble character of perseverance in the face of adversity. ”

Huang Lun's explanation is really penetrating.

It can be said that he really understands Liu Nan's poems, and he really understands Liu Nan as a person.

Li Jianxue also saw Huang Lun's explanation, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show some smiles.

"Anan, if you are still alive, this person will definitely become your confidant and friend.

You will, too, be glad you have such a friend. ”

yes, how can you not be happy?

Having someone who understands you so well is the happiest thing.

And with the end of this poem, this trip to Meihualing can be regarded as coming to an end.

As the sun set, Liu Nan and the three of them packed up their things and left Meihualing.

The drone records all this and tells everyone that it is so plum.

"By the way, Lingsheng, is there anything else interesting in Jinwu City?"

"Depends on what you're going to see."

"Then look at the mountains, what do you think, wife?"

Li Jianxue was manipulating the drone and turned her head when she heard Liu Nan's words.

"I can do it, husband, you have the final say."

"Okay, then go see the mountains."

Xie Lingsheng nodded with a smile: "Since it's to see the mountain, let's go and see Tianmu Mountain."

This is one of the most beautiful mountains on our side. ”

Liu Nan thought thoughtfully: "Tianmu Mountain?" That's okay, then you have the final say, and tomorrow your spirit will take us to see Tianmu Mountain. ”

The voice fell, the camera transitioned, and then it was night.

And tonight's Liu Nan was in Xie Lingsheng's courtyard, looking at the waning moon in the sky, and fell into silence for a while. Li Jianxue walked over and looked at Liu Nan gently.

"Anan, what are you thinking?"

Liu Nan looked at the beautiful woman beside him and put his arm around her shoulder.

"When I saw the snow, I suddenly missed that place in Hijikata Town. After visiting Tianmu Mountain tomorrow, how about we go back? ”

Li Jianxue looked at Liu Nan and said softly: "Of course you can, I have long wanted to go and see it, you have said it several times, you regard that place in Tufang Town as your hometown, and you like those children very much."

Besides, the school seems to be about to be built, and you're the teacher over there. ”

Liu Nan was silent for a moment: "Is it considered to be my hometown?"

Indeed, I did make that place my hometown.

I like that place very much, I like the group of children who like to study, I like Principal Fang over there, and I also like the mayor Mi Genshen who is a little sloppy but thinks about the people in the town wholeheartedly.

Then it's so sure, go home the day after tomorrow. ”

……

Fang Zhengxing looked at the live broadcast room, Liu Nan six years ago, and talked about himself, and at this moment he smiled as happy as a child.

I even cried with a smile and a smile.

"With your poem Liu Nan's words, my Fang Zhengxing is worth it in this life. With your words, I understand that I have not lived in vain in my life.

It's a pity, it's a pity, God is jealous of the talent, you're leaving!

Otherwise, I'd really like to have a bowl of fried peanuts, a few chicken feet, and a few sips of our sorghum wine with you, what a beautiful thing.

But don't worry, I will definitely be optimistic about the middle school, unless I die, I won't let the middle school have problems. ”

……

Mi Genshen was also happy at the moment, he drank wine and yelled at his family.

"Did you see it, did you rabbit cubs see it?

The poet said that he likes me as a person, hahaha I am so fortunate that I can be said like this by the poet. ”

……

Compared with the excitement of these people, the audience in the live broadcast room, after looking at the time, found that there were still ten minutes left.

"So, the place where tonight's live broadcast ends is in Tianmu Mountain, right?"

"There should be nothing wrong, it must be Tianmu Mountain, it is definitely Tianmu Mountain.

I don't know, what kind of poem will be written in this closing poem? ”

"It may be amazing, after all, this is the work of the gentleman."

"This is a piece of, sir's work, let me ask which one is not amazing and shocking?

Okay, let's hurry up and go to Tianmu Mountain. ”

……

It's definitely fast, and tonight's live broadcast won't be fast.

The camera directly transitioned, and in an instant, it came to the next day, to the place of Tianmu Mountain.

And the footage at this time is a bit surprising.

"What's the situation? Why is it a fast-forward shot all the time? ”

"I don't understand, I don't know what Xiaopo Station is doing."

"Maybe it's on Tianmu Mountain, Mr. didn't write poetry."

"But wouldn't it be nice to switch the camera without writing? Why do you fast-forward so much? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

Well, a lot of people are wondering. Moreover, this doubt is very interesting. Because he has been touring the entire Tianmu Mountain, Liu Nan has not written works.

It seems that this trip to Tianmu Mountain, he came to see the scenery. Or rather, this time he was uninspired.

"No, I always felt wrong. You see, by now, it's almost late afternoon in the camera.

Sir, they have also left Tianmu Mountain. And at this time, there are still seven minutes before the end of the live broadcast.

Could it be that sir, they still have to stay in Tianmu Mountain for a day? ”

"Hey, I don't think something is right, what's the situation?"

It's really surprising, and I can't figure out what this is.

All of a sudden, the audience in the live broadcast room discussed it. However, Xie Lingsheng showed some smiles on his pale face at this moment.

"Hehe, all this will have to wait until the next morning, and you will not know what kind of work Nan Ge wrote.

This work will let you see that it is a poem that does not lose to Shu Dao. ”

And as Xie Lingsheng said, with the end of the fast forward, it was the next morning in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Liu Nan suddenly ran out of the house. While running, he was still shouting something.

"Anan, what's your situation? In such a hurry? ”

Li Jianxue was chasing Liu Nan behind at this moment, thinking that something had happened to him. And then, I saw the camera switch for a moment.

"Last night I had a dream in which I went to Tianmu Mountain.

And when I woke up this morning, I suddenly felt that the inspiration in my mind burst out like a volcano.

So, I was in a hurry to write down this poem. I'm leaving today, and this poem is going to be the last poem of this trip. ”

As soon as they heard Liu Nan say this, Li Jianxue and Xie Lingsheng, who looked like he hadn't woken up, were directly speechless.

"I said, Brother Nan, do you want this? This early in the morning, it scared me, so I jumped straight up, I thought something was wrong? That's all the result?? ”

Liu Nan nodded as a matter of course: "That's it, otherwise what else do you want?" You think I'm reluctant to be you, right?

Cut, think too much about you.

Don't say it, I'll write this poem down while my inspiration is still there. ”

(End of chapter)