"Yuan Ming said it well, and this is what I want to say.

Lao Feng, you are a respectable person.

In this life, the people you respect are not right, and you are one of them.

How about I send you a poem? ”

This is the first time that Liu Nan has taken the initiative to give someone a poem in addition to Li Jianxue.

Such a situation also surprised the live broadcast room.

"Good guy, Mr. took the initiative to send poems, Yuan Lao didn't have such treatment, at this moment I was inexplicably a little envious of Mr. Feng."

"You envy a fart, what kind of character do you have?

What kind of realm are you?

We can bless Mr. Feng, but we don't close our eyes and envy and envy.

Because of Mr. Feng, he is qualified to receive this gift, this gift from Mr. Feng. His whole person, the realm is very high, I think he may be more like a saint! ”

……

A remote mountain village, this place is very remote, and there are very few people in this place.

Nowadays, reading is a luxury.

The most people in this place are left-behind children and lonely elderly people.

And tonight, a group of people came to this place, and they came here in the dark.

What they bring is some hope, and what they bring is also a bit of goodwill in this world.

That's right, the leader of this group of people is Feng Shanren. Because he met Liu Nan, he was enlightened and more determined about the future of his life.

Therefore, the copyright fee he got from me not the god of medicine, as well as a series of subsequent expenses, were all used by him for charity.

Even Liu Nan's share and Wang Yuanming's share were placed here for him, and asked him to help those who should be helped.

So, lately, he's been wandering around all the impoverished areas.

He helps everyone in need, and he puts every penny on the blade.

Today, there are fifteen key members of their team.

These people are like-minded people with him, Feng Shanren.

Their goal in life is to help everyone.

So they are unknown, so they also go over the mountains.

"Brother Feng, what kind of poem did Mr. Liu Nan give you back then?"

Suddenly, someone shouted excitedly at Feng Shanren.

Feng Shanren was stunned: "What the hell?" Hey, is it Saturday today? ”

"That's right, Brother Feng, today Saturday, Mr.'s video data is being broadcast live.

Moreover, in tonight's live broadcast, there is also Brother Feng.

Brother Feng, I just found out today, you actually know Mr. ”

With the youngest girl shouting like this, suddenly the people of their team suddenly became lively.

They had been busy just now, and they didn't know anything about the live broadcast at all, and they didn't know that Feng Shanren and the poet saint Liu Nan knew each other.

"What do I rely on, Lao Feng? Do you know Shisheng? I'm leaning on it, why haven't I heard you say it? ”

"Yes, yes, Lao Feng, you're not interesting, why don't you tell us and let us have fun too."

"By the way, Xiaoyu, what work did you just say?"

Feng Shanren smiled helplessly: "Alas, I didn't think to say it about this matter, it's useless to say it or not."

Plus, we've been running around lately, so where is the kung fu? Xiaoyu, where is the live broadcast now? ”

Hearing this, a little girl in her twenties happily raised her mobile phone.

"When it was played, Mr. Liu Nan said that he was going to send you a poem here.

Brother Feng, do you remember this incident? Also, the poem that Mr. gave you, do you remember Brother Feng? ”

After Feng Shanren heard Xiaoyu's words, his face became complicated.

"It turns out that it's all played to this place, huh? I still remember this poem, how could I not remember it. ”

……

And at this time, in the live broadcast room, Wang Yuanming was glaring at Feng Shanren.

"Lao Feng, this Nange's poem, written is called a must.

Since he said to send you a poem, you must not be polite.

Damn, I've known him for so long, and he didn't say to send me a poem, but today he took the initiative to send you a poem, you're welcome. ”

Feng Shanren was a little confused: "Ahem, I don't understand poetry, Brother Liu...... Give it to me, it's a tyrannical thing. ”

Liu Nan shook his head slightly: "No, no, no, I gave it to you to the right person."

It doesn't matter whether you appreciate this or not, what matters is that you are worthy of the poem.

Needless to say, Lao Feng, I must give you a poem.

I'm telling you, don't shirk. After giving it to you, maybe it will be exchanged for a few dollars to spend after many years. ”

Feng Shanren looked at Liu Nan in surprise: "What modern people write can still be exchanged for money?" ”

Looking at the conversation between these two people, Wang Yuanming was silent, or he was speechless.

What the hell, I want to ask, what is this talking about?

Damn, although Liu Nan is not famous now, but his three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower, as well as his water tune song head and the legendary Ai Lian, the first prose in the world, how popular is it in the whole Han Dynasty?

Now, as long as Liu Nan is the author of these works and is exposed, there is no doubt that Liu Nan will definitely become the first modern poet of the Han Dynasty at the first time.

His works are not as simple as spending a few dollars.

In a certain countryside, the members of Feng Shanren's team at this moment also looked at Feng Shanren with strange expressions.

"Ahem Lao Feng, you won't really exchange it for money, will you??"

Feng Shanren was speechless: "What do you think?" Am I such a philistine?

Anyway, it was all a gift from Anan, how could I possibly sell it? ”

"Ahem, that's good, that's good, otherwise you're afraid you'll regret it."

Suddenly, one of the team's big brothers said.

"Yes, this is Mr.'s ink treasure, it's his manuscript, the priceless kind, if you really sell it, you will regret it and die."

Feng Shanren was stunned: "Isn't it just a manuscript, what's this?"

If in the future, our charitable foundation is really short of money and can't do it anymore, I really want to sell it.

What is a poem for?

You can't eat or drink, and you can't change a pack of cigarettes in the countryside.

If you want me to say, these things are all false, and only those who actually help people are real.

For me, this manuscript will allow me to help lift 100 people out of poverty, and I will not hesitate to sell it.

After all, Anan said the same thing at the beginning. ”

After hearing Feng Shanren's words, the people in this team fell silent.

This is the Feng Shanren they admire, and this is why they have been following Feng Shanren all these years.

Because the other party is pure, he will never forget his original intention.

Only by following such a person can we truly help others and remain pure. It's not like there is charity, it's basically using the guise of charity to do some dirty things.

Over the years, they have experienced a lot of such things.

Seriously, if it weren't for Feng Shanren, they would all be disappointed in this society.

And today, Feng Shanren was able to say this, and they would not be surprised at all.

……

……

"I took it, I really took it, Mr. Feng is really the first person, and he has to coax the poet to send him poems.

I lost it, why didn't this kind of thing happen to me? If it falls on me, even if it is just a word of poetry, I can be excited for a lifetime. ”

"Ahem, it's not just a few dollars, my poet is great, I'm afraid I don't have some misunderstanding about yourself, right?

The four treasures of the study you used at the beginning, the good guys are worth billions.

A manuscript, I'm afraid it can directly stand up to a listed company. ”

"Hehe, to be honest, it's really not a listed company, and it's comparable to Mr.'s works. Are you kidding, there are a few listed companies that have come up with billions of liquidity? ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu's whole body is cracked, I don't want to say anything, I don't want to do anything, I only want one thing, that is, God, give me a manuscript of Mr.!"

】

"Alright, alright, sir, start writing."

……

Yes, Liu Nan started, and when the camera switched, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been placed on the stone table.

At this moment, Liu Nan directly picked up the brush, and then he started.

Gu Qing touched his chin, looked at the birth of the poem in front of him, and couldn't help but chant softly.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax."

With such a sentence, Gu Qing immediately understood what Liu Nan was going to write.

Writing about bamboo, since ancient times, there are few literati and ink writers who don't like bamboo.

Bamboo is a thing that has an indescribable tenacity quality, that upright posture.

Therefore, since ancient times, countless people have loved bamboo, and there are countless literati and ink writers, who have left a lot of works for bamboo.

And using bamboo to describe Feng Shanren, I don't know why, inexplicably it feels very matched.

"The roots are in the broken rocks."

Fu Qingshan recited the second sentence, which also explained the growth environment of bamboo.

Or rather, this is to point out Feng Shanren's situation now.

In Rock Breaking, that is, his environment is not very good, but extremely difficult.

But even so, he held on to the place and grew into something different.

At this moment, many people are feeling this poem.

"Mingxin's work, after this work, I'm afraid it will make Feng Shanren a great existence."

……

The first person in the Han Dynasty to paint bamboo, named Zheng Donggui, can be said to be famous for painting bamboo.

At the beginning, in order to paint bamboo, he was stunned to create a bamboo forest, and watched the bamboo in the bamboo forest every day.

He watched from the beginning of the bamboo shoots until the bamboo grew into fruition.

Because of this, in the end he painted a painting worth more than 60 million.

This painting is still the price ceiling among bamboo paintings.

And tonight, after he saw this bamboo stone given to Feng Shanren by Liu Nan, the inspiration that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared.

Subsequently, this inspiration could not be stopped like a blood collapse.

It seems that there is a complete picture of bamboo and stone in my mind, and I must draw this picture immediately.

And when the inspiration came, he was in a kind of ecstasy, and he immediately looked at his repair.

"Prepare the tools immediately, I have an inspiration, I want to draw another bamboo and stone map, I want to make this bamboo and stone map, become my new peak."

The assistant who heard this immediately became excited, and then hurriedly began to prepare things.

And it was at this time that Liu Nan finished writing this poem.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing.

Brother Feng, Mr. Shisheng's poem is really well written, just like a portrayal of your life.

Over the years, we have experienced countless difficulties. Some villagers don't trust us, some people make things difficult for us, and some people deceive us.

At the same time, there are peers who suppress us, but you have never given up.

With a smile, you lead us to overcome obstacles, never flinch, and never change your original intention.

You like this are really worthy of this poem, and also worthy of the last sentence, thousands of blows and strong, let the east, west, north and south wind. ”

As she spoke, Xiaoyu, a little girl, actually cried. At the same time, the rest of the team fell silent.

Yes, only they know how Feng Shanren came over in the past few years.

How strong Feng Shanren's will was, only they knew.

How many people they have helped over the years, maybe they don't even know it themselves.

As long as he heard that there was a place that was very poor and difficult, Feng Shanren still set off. He seems to be like this forever, never stopping.

Such a person, the state affairs are even greater than Liu Nan, the poet saint, right??

Feng Shanren himself was also silent at this moment.

muttered softly: "Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east and west, north and south winds!"

Anan, Anan, I don't know if you will blame me, when you died, I didn't even know, and I didn't even go to see you.

Thank you for enlightening and acknowledging me, and thank you for gifting me this poem.

Don't worry, when I run out of money in the future, I will definitely sell your manuscript, and I won't hesitate at all. ”

……

In the live broadcast room, there are countless people sighing about this work at this moment.

"What a Ren Er, east, west, north and south winds, this sentence is really amazing.

Using things as metaphors, sure enough, poetry needs imagination.

We ordinary people are afraid that the most we can think of is that I rely on. But what about the gentleman?

He was always able to write the most ordinary things in the most beautiful words.

This bamboo stone can really be said to be the first poem to write bamboo.

This is not only a poem about bamboo, but also about writing about people, about a person with noble character, and about a person who makes ordinary people ashamed.

At the beginning, the person who betrayed Mr. Feng, I think you are also watching the live broadcast tonight, right?

I don't know, what will your life be like in the future?

But I know one thing, and that is that you are a person who has been a complete villain and a white-eyed wolf all your life.

As long as people mention Mr. Feng, they will definitely not forget you scum. ”

……

In a certain urban community, a middle-aged man with a somewhat pale face gritted his teeth when he looked at everything in the live broadcast room, and his eyes were extremely hideous.

At this moment, he is like a stray dog. No, dogs can't be insulted.

This person is the person who sold Feng Shanren in the first place.

"What's wrong with me? He was breaking the law, I was just doing what was righteous, I was doing a good deed, what was wrong with me?

Why do you say that about me?

I'm not wrong at all, you don't understand at all. He broke the law and I reported it, how could I be wrong?? ”

At this moment, he was like he was making the last struggle, and he comforted himself so much.

"Yes, I'm not wrong, it's him Feng Shanren who is wrong, why can't he give us food for free, why should he charge 800 yuan?

So I'm not wrong, it's all his fault.

I'm a good person, why do these people scold me like that??? ”

Sometimes, what do some people say, they will grasp one thing and use it as a last straw.

It's like this person at this moment, he is trying his best to defend himself with all his might.

He felt that he was right, he felt that he was reporting the other party because of justice, and he felt that he was the messenger of justice.

And at this time, someone suddenly replied to him.

"Hehe, if you don't accept the benefits of others, we can consider your behavior as what you call justice.

However, you should not take the benefits of others and then claim to be righteous.

So, are you still righteous like this?

No, you're not justice, you're a villain, a villain through and through. ”

"Poof......

……

Regardless of him, at this moment, Huang Lun is excited in the live broadcast room.

"Awesome, awesome. Mr.'s talent is always so awesome. He is always there to tell you how great he is.

Let you can't help but worship, let you can't help but admire the five-body throw.

I really can't describe this poem. This poem, I think, can be called a masterpiece through the ages.

Really, this poem is absolutely amazing. Next, let's take a good look at this poem. ”

After speaking, Huang Lun paused, and then he began to explain again.

"This poem is a bamboo poem.

What he praised was not the softness of bamboo, but the fortitude of bamboo.

The first two sentences praise the inner spirit of Jinzhu rooted in the broken rock.

The word "bite" at the beginning, a thousand words, is extremely powerful, and it is visualized, which fully expresses the resolute character of Jinzhu.

Then "do not relax" to make up for the word "bite", Jinzhu's personality characteristics are fully revealed.

The "broken rock" in the second sentence sets off the tenacity of Jinzhu's vitality.

The last two sentences go one step further to write about the tempering and testing of Jinzhu by the harsh objective environment.

Regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the frost and snow, the green bamboo is still "strong" and stands proudly.

"Thousands of blows", "east, west, north and south winds", extremely harsh test.

This poem uses objects to metaphorize people, and Mr. implicitly expresses Feng Shanren's noble thoughts and sentiments by singing the praises of the strong bamboo in the broken rock.

The language of the whole poem is simple and the meaning is profound.

And, he is also telling him to stick to what he wants to do, and not to give up for some other reason, and never believe in the world again.

It can be said that at this time, for Mr. Feng, the encouragement of the poet is very important!

And next.

"Insist that Qingshan is not relaxed", a "bite" word personifies bamboo.

"Biting" is an active action that requires strength.

It not only depicts the scene of green bamboo clinging to the green mountains, but also shows the spirit of bamboo that is not afraid of hardships, fights against nature, and survives tenaciously.

Continuing from the previous sentence, the second sentence "standing in the broken rock" shows that the foundation of the green bamboo can stand proudly on the green mountains is that it is deeply rooted in the cracked rock.

In this poem, the bamboo and stone form a cohesive whole, without the bamboo is not strong, and without the bamboo mountain is not green.

These two lines of poetry also illustrate a simple but profound philosophy: the foundation is strong.

With the foreshadowing of the first two sentences, it naturally leads to the following two sentences: "Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

There is a characteristic of bamboo in this poem, it is not an isolated bamboo, nor is it a static bamboo, but a rock bamboo, a wind bamboo.

In various literary works throughout the ages, bamboo is often a symbol of noble conduct and tenacious will.

The wind is often the representative of evil forces, such as the sentence "The autumn wind crossed Xiaoxiang last night", or "A gust of wind rolled upside down, and the bamboo branches turned back to the sky."

Sweeping the clouds and fog is really my business, and I can't just sweep the ground. ”

In this poem, the same bamboo has endured the "east, west, north and south winds" throughout the year.

But because it is deeply rooted in the rocks, it remains unmoving, and it is tenacious.

No kind of wind can do anything about it.

And in this poem, this wind represents some villains, villains like white-eyed wolves.

He ruined Mr. Feng and the hope of an unknown number of families.

The most disgusting thing about this person is not his forgetfulness of profit, but his disregard for the lives of others.

His approach is tantamount to making the group of people who were counting on Mr. Feng's life at the beginning have no hope.

Therefore, the wind of this poem is the wind of this villain.

Next, Mr. used the words "thousand" and "ten thousand" to write the tenacious, fearless, calm and confident demeanor of bamboo, which can be said to be the artistic conception of the whole poem.

At this time, what stood in front of us was no longer a few ordinary bamboos, and what we felt was a kind of tenacious vitality.

A kind of indomitable willpower, and all of this is contained in the Xiao Xiao Feng Bamboo.

The bamboo in the poem is actually the embodiment of Mr. Feng's noble personality.

This poem is exactly like this, whether it is bamboo or stone in the pen of Mr. Zai, the image is distinct, if in front of you.

The disembodied wind is also depicted as if it were blowing in the face.

But he is not only looking for an external appearance.

Instead, Mr. Feng's ideals are infused into each thin and hard rock bamboo, and his personality is integrated, so that this bamboo and stone reveal a kind of deep meaning and inner charm.

This is a poem that uses things to metaphorize people and support things, and it is also a poem of things.

This poem focuses on the tenacious and persistent quality of bamboo, the tenacity and tenacity of Tuoyan bamboo, and the backbone of his uprightness, integrity and unyieldingness.

The language of the whole poem is simple and clear, persistent and powerful.

This kind of poetry is really the first time I have seen it in my life.

I think that compared with the Yongmei written by the young poet Mr. Sheng, this bamboo stone is more likable and amazing.

Now, I just want to say that Sir is awesome! ”

Yes, it's really awesome, and the audience in the live broadcast room thinks so too.

"It's amazing, this is Mr. Liu Nan. What the hell, after listening to this poem, my whole body can't wait to jump.

Be ourselves, take root in the broken rock, don't change yourself, don't care about unhealthy trends! ”

"This poem, Mr. Feng Shanren has left a name for eternity, and this poem has also made this white-eyed wolf infamous for eternity."

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

However, Feng Shanren himself didn't think this was so remarkable.

"It's written in twists and turns, I don't understand it very well, what is there to write about this bamboo?

What does this have to do with me? ”

In the face of such a shocking poem, cough cough Feng Shanren didn't feel shocked, only confused.

He didn't understand, why did Wang Yuanming look like this?

After listening to Feng Shanren's words, let alone Wang Yuanming, the rest of the people in the live broadcast room, as well as some people in the literary world, were stunned.

"I'm rubbing, I want to hit him so much!"