"What about the back, what about the content in the back, Brother Nan write it quickly, I really can't help it."

At this moment, Yuan Xingcan looked at Liu Nan feverishly, looking forward to the follow-up of this work.

At this moment, he was like a child who wanted to eat candy, extremely excited and looking forward to it.

I can't wait to take out the candy right away and eat it directly.

No way, I'm so excited, this poem is too domineering, too arrogant.

Liu Nan glanced at Yuan Xingcan with a smile, and then pouted.

Yuan Xingcan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly filled the wine glass for Liu Nan.

Liu Nan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then threw away the wine glass directly.

Then, the brush was full of ink in the inkstone, and then on this peach blossom book, a thin gold character once again appeared.

"So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

As soon as the latter sentence came out, an incomparable shock appeared in an instant.

To this day, I am still thinking about the overlord Xiang Yu, he would rather kill himself in Wujiang than sneak across the river.

At this moment, that kind of heroism, that kind of pathos, and that kind of charm that belongs to the overlord are fully reflected in this poem.

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Oh my God, this poem is so good, so shocking.

This poem, I would like to call it the first overlord poem of the ages.

Nothing but this poem.

God, will you give me this poem?

My mom, I really wanted to take this poem down. ”

There are collectors, said in the live broadcast room at this moment

。 yes, who wouldn't want to collect?

This poem of the first overlord of the ages, collected at home, is it good to maintain the value of thousands of generations.

It's just that this poem is different from Yang Zhao's work.

This poem, in the live broadcast room, clearly told the audience the source, that is, in the hands of the piano prince.

Therefore, some special means cannot be used at all.

Yang Zhao's work is a secret.

You say, such a thing was taken away, and ordinary people would not know it and not believe it.

However, in Yuan Xingcan's hands, he really can't take it away now. Therefore, at this moment, I don't know how many people are envious of Yuan Xingcan.

】

Envy him, there are two works of the poet Liu Nan.

"Damn, brothers, I have never seen such a good poem written by the overlord Xiang Yu.

Throughout the ages, there have been many people who have written about him, but all of them together are not as good as this one. This poem really writes the pride and invincible heroism of the overlord clearly.

I think that after tonight, the fans of the overlord Xiang Yu will definitely usher in an unprecedented breakthrough. ”

"I believe this, who asked Mr. to write this poem?

Tut-tut, especially this last sentence, I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

It's amazing, it's really shocking. ”

The first two sentences of the poem are amazing, straightforward, and propose that people are "born as heroes".

"Death" should also be a "ghost male", so that he is worthy of being a good man who stands up to the sky.

A deep sense of pride poured out and shook people's hearts.

Life is a masterpiece, death is also a ghost" This is not a delicate combination of a few words, not a clever polish of a few words;

It is a kind of condensation of essence, a kind of bearing of courage, and a fearless attitude of life.

That kind of awe-inspiring wind and bones, majestic and righteous, filled the heaven and earth, and made the ghosts and gods change color in vain.

"So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

Remembering the Chu tyrant named Xiang Yu, and following Xiang Yu's spirit and integrity.

It is said that take a step back and open the sky. Only a river away, but it is the boundary of life and death, and only a thought, but it is a decision of survival and death.

Xiang Yu, in order to be worthy of the hero's name, worthy of the body of a seven-foot man, and worthy of the trust of Jiangdong's father, he repaid him with death.

"No"!

It's not "can't",

It's not "don't want to",

It's not "unwilling",

It's not "not going".

A "refusing" pen to charm, stronger than the magic of the axe, higher than the creation of heaven and earth.

A kind of heroic spirit of "can be killed but not humiliated", "death is not afraid and humiliation is not accepted", diffuse the paper, the power penetrates the back of the paper, and it is amazing and there are no words!

Seriously, when I heard about this place, my whole body was blown away. For the first time, I felt the pride of the overlord.

This poem starts with a high-pitched tone and clearly puts forward the value orientation of life:

To live is to be a hero among people; Even if you die, you will become a hero among the ghosts.

Xiang Yu broke through to the Wujiang River, and the Wujiang Pavilion Chief advised him to cross the river quickly, return to Jiangdong, and regroup.

Xiang Yu himself felt that he had no face to see Jiangdong's father, so he turned around and fought hard, killing hundreds of enemy soldiers, and then killing himself.

This poem was given by Mr. to his friend Piano Prince Yuan Xingcan.

But in this poem, I think Mr. also incorporates a lot of personal emotions.

In this, there are too many things written, and there is also an expectation that his friend Yuan Xingcan can become a pillar of the country in the future.

A work for a friend, can write such a heroic and invincible momentum, maybe only Mr.

The whole poem is only twenty words, but every sentence is so shocking that it is amazing to read.

This poem, my direct certification, the first overlord poem of the ages.

I have to say that Mr. Yuan Xingcan is lucky, he actually has a friend like Mr.

How can you get such a work?

It can be said that this work can completely allow Yuan Xingcan's family to complete an identity change.

As long as this poem has been collected by their family, then Yuan Xingcan's family will definitely not be ruined in the future. ”

……

Hundreds of years later, in the Han Empire, Yuan Xingcan's family has long become a great family.

And their family, which is still regarded as a treasure, are the two works that Liu Nan gave to their ancestor Yuan Xingcan.

These two works can be said to have saved their Yuan family more than once.

Every time something goes wrong, these two pieces can be a lifesaver.

It can be said that even now in this year, their family is still enjoying Liu Nan's dividends.

This is also the reason why their family now specially arranges people to become the tomb keepers of the poets.

Okay, it's too far, let's get back to the live stream and come back and continue watching the live stream.

At this moment, Liu Nan had already given gifts to his three friends.

And each of these four works is a swan song. At this moment, he coughed suddenly, but he stopped quickly, and no one thought about it so much.

After all, it is still raining in this winter, and it is normal to cough a little while eating hot pot and drinking.

"Next, brothers, who of you are coming?"

At this moment, Huang Mengzhou hesitated and shook his head.

"Anan, I don't need it, you've already given me several works."

Liu Nan rolled his eyes: "What do you say, I said that I will give you one of you a piece today, it is impossible for me to break my word, right?"

Okay, okay, hurry up, what do you want? ”

……

Huang Mengzhou looked at Liu Nan, as well as these friends, and thought about his age again, and finally he nodded slightly.

"What do I say, a few years ago I was a poor man who had no money to marry a daughter-in-law.

At that time, Anan, you came to my small restaurant, and I met you and Lingchuan, which was the first time I had made such sincere friends.

Subsequently, you wrote a few more poems that gave me a chance to turn over.

To be honest, if it weren't for Anan you, I might still be the Huang Mengzhou who is going to die now.

So, I wanted a poem about our friendship.

We've known each other for a long time, and we've had a lot of wine together, but we don't seem to have recorded it.

Today, Anan, since you gave away a gift, how about this? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people in the pavilion fell into memories.

These people have indeed known Liu Nan for a long time, not counting Lin Hai for the longest time, and the rest of them have been almost five or six years.

And today, when Huang Mengzhou said this, they remembered.

Liu Nan himself also fell into contemplation.

yes, you've known each other for so long?

In a blink of an eye, it's been five or six years.

At this moment, Liu Nan thought of the scenes over the years.

From the very beginning, his life was short, but his life has changed, he has changed a lot, and he has made a lot of friends.

At this moment, Liu Nan seemed to recall everything over the years.

At this moment, he subconsciously picked up the pen in his hand.

The brush swiped over the inkstone, and then a line of beautiful words appeared on the peach blossom book.

"Life is not like a participant.

Tonight and night, a total of this lamp candlelight. ”

Xue Pujia's magnetic voice recited the content, and the poem was known for the first time.

This poem does not have that earth-shattering imagination, nor does it have that sense of ornate rhetoric.

There are no great ambitions, or legends.

This poem, from the very beginning, gives people a sense of mediocrity. It seems that it is simply reminiscing about the past.

"Life is inseparable and you can't see each other often, just like the stars in the West and the business stars in the East.

What day is it so lucky tonight to be able to share my heartfelt feelings with you?

Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you that these two sentences are very simple.

No mistake is simplicity, just like going back to basics.

This poem, at the beginning, is saying that Mr., a poet, often parted with his friends.

This is also the norm for Mr. over the years, and he is also walking around.

And today, we met each other again. Although this sentence altogether this lamp candlelight looks like written at night.

Actually, no, this is how to tell readers that it is not easy for us to get together today and the kind of happiness we will have after getting together.

With candlelight, we're all going to talk or something.

How to say it, this poem is very unpoetic. Many of his works are earth-shattering in imagination, or they are very gorgeous, giving people a sense of peerless classics.

However, in today's poem, Laughing Death seems to have stepped out of a new realm, a return to the realm of truth. I have to say, the cow breaks! ”

Huang Lun is interpreting, and many people in the live broadcast room are infected by this poem.

However, if you want to say that the most touched, it is Liu Nan's friends.

At this moment, they are all immersed in the years of acquaintance with Liu Nan.

At this moment, no one feels it more deeply than theirs. Especially Huang Mengzhou, his eyes are very complicated at this moment.

However, Liu Nan was completely immersed in his own world at the moment, and he didn't want to understand what the rest of the people thought.

At this moment, lines of text appeared.

"When is the young and strong, the sideburns have grown gray.

I have known it for several years, and I have returned to the Gentleman's Hall.

Xi Beijun was unmarried, and his children suddenly went on a trip. ”

How many years can you be young and strong, and in an instant, your temples and I began to turn white.

I really didn't expect that after a few years of absence, I would have the opportunity to visit again.

When we separated, you were not married and started a family, and suddenly your children were already in a gang.

At this moment, it suddenly made people unbearable, especially Huang Mengzhou, who really couldn't hold back.

His eyes moistened all of a sudden, and he looked at these words blankly, and the whole person recalled the beginning.

At the beginning, we first met in the spring a few years ago.

At that time, Liu Nan and Lin Hai came to the door of his store.

Subsequently, the legend of a saint unfolded, and a great restaurant.

No one would have thought that such a big change would be. Yes, when Liu Nan left the Yellow Crane Tower, he was not married, and at that time he was still a person who was worried about the bride price.

And now, his daughter is two or three years old. At this moment, he also had to sigh, time is ruthless.

Therefore, this generation of Huang Mengzhou cried, because this poem is really written too true.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to hug Liu Nan and cry.

Don't talk about him, Lin Hai in the pavilion is the most secretly sad.

Because only he knows what Liu Nan's situation is now.

Therefore, at this moment, Lin Hai also cried all of a sudden, rubbing his red eyes over and over again, and wiping his tears over and over again.

At this moment, he also thought of the years he had accompanied Liu Nan!

From the very beginning, Liu Nan's debut was that he accompanied each other. He was conquered by the talent of this young man, so he preferred to give up his job as an agent to accompany him

。 And now, this poem sounds so sad to him. Liu Nan himself seems to be melancholy when he writes this.

"Give me a drink."

Suddenly, Liu Nan shouted. Just as Lin Hai was about to pour the wine, Li Jianxue came over with a glass of wine and put it in his man's hand.

After Liu Nan drank the wine, he once again began to splash ink.

"Yiran respects my father and asks me where I came from.

The question and answer is not over, driving away the wine syrup.

The night rain cuts the spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is freshly cooked.

The Lord said that the meeting was difficult, and it was tiring in one fell swoop.

Shizhen is not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast. ”

Liu Nan did not pause at all, and completely finished the poem in one go.

At this moment, anyone has a surging melancholy in their hearts.

Everyone felt the artistic conception in Liu Nan's poem.

At this moment, everyone felt that their hearts had been completely moved by this poem.

At this moment, especially some elderly people, can really feel the artistic conception in this poem.

Some people, listening to it, cried inexplicably.

They think of themselves, of their own personal experiences.

At this moment, the poem seems to have something wrong, and it is a bit discordant no matter how you look at it.

After all, Huang Mengzhou's son is not that old.

So, it looks weird. However, an explanation was soon given.

That's right, Huang Lun came, and he came with his own interpretation.

“

Ladies and gentlemen, the latter paragraph of this poem seems to be incongruous, doesn't it?

In other words, Mr. and their current scene does not seem to be harmonious.

So, now let me tell you about it.

First of all, I'll recite the next part of this poem for you.

Yiran respected my father and asked me where I came from.

The question and answer is not over, driving away the wine syrup.

The night rain cuts the spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is freshly cooked.

The Lord said that the meeting was difficult, and it was tiring in one fell swoop.

Shizhen is not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast.

This paragraph, standing up makes people feel unreal, I think everyone has this feeling, including me, and I also have this feeling.

Yes, it reads true.

But I would like to say that this paragraph is a kind of embellishment by the gentleman.

First of all, it is to associate the future with a new perspective.

It looks like getting the kids to drink or something.

In this way, the poem just doesn't match their age. After all, this poem was given to Boss Huang.

And Boss Huang's daughter, this time period is definitely not large, at most three or four years old.

At this age, it is definitely impossible for a child to participate in such a thing.

But why did the gentleman write that?

That's because Mr. wants to express the kind of artistic conception that life is impermanent and friends are difficult to get together.

From what follows, we can see that.

The Lord said that it was difficult to meet, and it was more difficult for us to meet. This sentence can fully explain the problem.

This poem is a typical poem about the reunion of old friends after a long absence.

Homely situations and homely words are written eloquently, showing the sense of "vicissitudes of life" and "not easy will be difficult" shared by ordinary people in the era of chaos.

At the same time, it is written very vividly and naturally, so it has always been loved by people.

"Life is not like a participant. Tonight and night, a total of this lamp candlelight. ”

The first four sentences say that there are often separations in the journey of life and it is not easy to meet, just like it is rare to meet the stars and merchants.

What is the auspicious day tonight, let us talk together under this candlelight.

From parting to getting together, these lines are also sad and joyful, and the joy and sorrow are intertwined, bringing a strong feeling of life into the poem.

The poem is plain and well-layered. The poet just writes with his feelings, and there is a strong atmosphere.

This kind of work is what I call back to basics.

This is a realm, a realm that we cannot hope for.

Our literary poets today have not even touched the skin of this realm.

And sir, he has completely stepped into this realm.

So, why is he a poet?

Okay, that's all for this poem, let's continue to watch the live broadcast. ”

……

At this moment, after Liu Nan finished writing this work, he suddenly smiled inexplicably.

This smile seemed to be full of ease and relief. At this moment, Liu Nan seemed to have figured out something.

"Lao Huang, this poem is for you."

After speaking, Liu Nan took out the piece of paper and threw it directly to Huang Mengzhou.

Then, he turned his head to look at another person, Meng Lingchuan.

"Meng Dayan'er, what kind of work do you want?"

Meng Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and thought for a while.

In fact, he already has a poem, which is the poem Liu Nan wrote when he said goodbye to him.

Among them, there are even more eternal rejections. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, but the Yangtze River skyline is seen.

And at this moment, what kind of work do you want?

"Black coal, my request is a bit excessive."

Liu Nan raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Lingchuan with a little arrogance.

"I can write anything for you."

Meng Lingchuan smiled: "I'll let you blow it, since that's the case, then I'll say one, and my favorite one is the pipa fu written by my predecessors in the Han Dynasty."

This Shoufu, Black Coal You Should Know.

I'm a person who loves the lute, and that sound is really beautiful.

So, I also fell in love with Pipa Fu. I'm not very demanding, and I want you to rewrite this pipa fu.

There is no limit to the format, you can write whatever you want, as long as you surpass the other party. How about it, can it be done with black coal? ”

At this moment, Huang Lun is here, and Huang Lun suddenly began to explain.

"Pipa Fu, when some of Mr. Fu's Fu was not written, it was called the first Fu of the Han Dynasty.

However, this name is no longer available.

Mr.'s Jianxue Fu, Da Qin Fu, and Beauty Fu, etc., have all surpassed each other.

However, this poem is also the first fu to write the pipa. This poem was also written by Yang Guangtong, one of the eight sons of the Han Dynasty in ancient times.

It can be said that the talent of this song is beyond doubt.

And President Meng, who put forward this request, just wanted to say that the difficulty is indeed not ordinary.

Of course, this is someone other than Mr. For sir, I may feel at ease.

For the literati of the Great Han Dynasty, this was impossible. So, I'm looking forward to the new writing of this pipa fu. ”

What Huang Lun didn't know was that these friends of Liu Nan, who were watching the live broadcast at this moment, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What the hell, you don't know what's going to happen to you.

I tell you, uncle, you're going to be faced with the birth of a frightening piece of work soon.

I hope that after a while, my Han literary world can calm down and don't go crazy with a few literati. Damn, I almost went crazy at the time. ”

At this moment, Yuan Xingcan couldn't help but say.

After saying that, he couldn't help but recall the scene of that day.

At that time, several of them sat on the ground regardless of their image.

Really, no kidding at all. Yuan Xingcan felt that Anan's poem came out, and there would be no poetry in the world from now on.

Not only him, but Meng Lingchuan was also smiling bitterly at the moment. And, I couldn't help but slap myself.

"Shenjing Bing, I'm sick, why did you bring this up in the first place?

It made me, and now that I think about it, I'm terrified.

I the hell knew that Anan was a cow, but I didn't expect you to be so good?

In the end, I didn't collect this poem of yours, but some time ago, I gave it back to my younger siblings, and I plan to let her put it in your museum. ”

This is not a joke, Meng Lingchuan really feels that he does not dare to collect this poem.

As long as this poem appears, it can shock the entire Han Dynasty and make countless literati crazy

。 Because of himself, he almost went crazy at that time.

And this poem, if it is really in his hands, I am afraid that in the end, I will have to guard against others every day.

At the same time, Lu Xunhuan was also pitifully watching these viewers who were discussing passionately in the live broadcast room. “

Just be happy for a while, your time to be happy and relaxed is running out.

When this poem comes out, I'm sure not a single one of you will be able to laugh.

Especially people in the literary world, I think they have to be crazy for one or two, otherwise they will be sorry for this poem. ”

After speaking, Lu Xunhuan couldn't help but show a gloating laugh.

There is no way, no one understands the shock of this poem better than him.