"There are few people in the seven passes, and the battlefield of white bones is vertical and horizontal.

The strong men of Helong hugged and wept, and the sound of the beards on all sides became urgent. ”

Guo Ying followed with two more sentences, and a bleak scene of the remnants of Hexi struggling to support under the siege of Tubo surfaced in everyone's hearts.

Although these two lines of poetry are short and simple, the pictures contained in them are shocking, and the tragic field battles, offensive and defensive battles seem to be placed in front of them.

In particular, the sentence "The singing of Hu on all sides is urgent", as if it was a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present, and the scholars present couldn't help but feel sad.

Even Wei Yingwu, who has always been attached to mountains and rivers and has a cold and indifferent temperament, couldn't help but show a sad look.

And Wei Jun wrinkled a pair of thick eyebrows into a Sichuan character, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"The smoke is cut off, the bird does not fly, and the siege has not been lifted for 16 years.

It was rumored that Chang'an was not reached, and he borrowed troops to return to Su. ”

By the time Guo Ying's recitation was finished, the entire venue was silent.

The soldiers and civilians of Helong and Anxi were lonely, crying blood and defending to death, but the imperial court did not send reinforcements to rescue ......

Despite this, they still stick to the help day after day, and do not change their original intentions.

A sour feeling came to my heart, some people had red eyes, and some people quietly shed tears.

Wei Jun clenched his fists even more, his green tendons swelled, his nails embedded in the flesh, and blood was dripping.

But Guo Ying's voice did not stop, but his voice changed from impassioned to choked and wailed.

"The gloomy clouds are bleak and even the desert, and the north wind blows the snow and falls.

The general Jin Yan is still under control, and the strong man is still in iron at night.

In the city, the silk is exchanged for the wheat, and the decisive battle is rather than the death of the blade.

Once Hu Lu suddenly landed in the city, the city Xiao Xiao Qiang flute sounded. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, many literati and writers in the audience burst into tears.

Even though the Tang Dynasty soldiers resisted desperately, under the large-scale attack of Tubo, the isolated Helong Prefectures still fell one after another.

And the original Han music has also become the Qiang flute and Hu Ji.

In this situation, how can it not make people cry?

Just when they were crying sadly, Guo Ying's voice sounded again.

At that time, Zuo Wei was vulgar and still has Tang clothes.

Every year, I remember the Central Plains in the cold food, and I still cry in my clothes.

The old body survives in the clothes, when will the officers and soldiers gallop to the victory? ”

This is the final chapter of the whole poem, Guo Ying expressed his expectation that the official army would recover Helong and restore the sun and the moon to the light through the mouth of an old man who was not in the dust and still cherished his homeland.

Similarly, it also expresses the sorrow of the Tang Dynasty for losing Helong and the people being forced to follow the vulgar.

As soon as this final chapter came out, the atmosphere in the field became even more depressing.

This poem was originally written by Zeng Di (qǐ), a genius in Jiangxi in the Ming Dynasty and the champion of Yongle in the second year, which tells the story of the Dunhuang defenders facing the siege of Tubo after the Anshi Rebellion.

At the end of the song, Guo Ying left without looking back, and no one made a sound in the audience for a long time, only bursts of whimpering.

It's just that this poem is too real and too pathetic, so that they forget how to evaluate this work, but the artistic conception in it is empathetic to Wei Yingwu, Li Duan, and Han Hong, who have experienced the Anshi Rebellion.

Especially Han Hong, he can't cry at the moment, he has seen rivers of blood in towns, he has seen villages in chaos and depression, his lover Liu has been separated from him for more than ten years because of the war, goodbye she is already a wife.

Only a poignant and touching love story was left - «Zhang Tailiu".

To be honest, no one understands the feeling of being separated for many years and feeling like two lives.

Not to mention that it is separated from the old country and reduced to the dust.

Literati often tell the tragedy of Cai Wenji, a talented woman in the late Han Dynasty, who was taken captive by the Southern Xiongnu, but today, millions of people are taken captive by Tubo, who can really understand the sadness of these remnants in tears and dust, and looking east to Wang Shi for another year.

After a long time, a scribe about thirty years old stood up and praised him: "Good poetry, good people, good spirit!" I just forgot to ask the name of this poem......"

Wei Yingwu came back to his senses, looked at it fixedly, and found that it was his cousin, Wei Gao from Yicheng Public Housing.

Wei Gao was in Huazhou before joining the army, he saw the death of the former emperor Li Yu and the new monarch succeeded to the throne, so he resigned and prepared to return to Beijing to ask for a ministry and show his talents.

However, because the high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing knew that Zhang Yansheng, who was newly promoted to the envoy of the Jiannan Xichuan Festival, did not look down on him as a son-in-law, and even drove him out of the house that year, no one in the court was willing to help him, and handed the "Treatise" he had written to the emperor.

In addition, he was not born as a Jinshi, and scholars were not very willing to get close to him, Wei Gao wasted two months, after all, he did not get an official position, and his heart was so depressed that he came out to relax.

Unexpectedly, he met such a strange man as Guo Ying, and he immediately pointed him in the direction......

A good man has ambitions in all directions, why bother to send people under the fence of the feudal town embassy, or be a petty official in Beijing?

"Why don't you raise troops to recover Helong, Lingyan Pavilion appeals for prestige!" Wei Gao's heart was full of pride, and he didn't realize that he was chanting.

And Fan Ze, the former Yaoshan County Ling Fan Ze, who also went to Beijing to prepare for the "Virtuous and Honest Outspoken" exam, was also enthusiastic after hearing this.

"Brother Tai said well, if I become a border general one day, I will definitely be like what the Qinglian monk said, the intestines of the beard will be involved in the blood, hanging in the sky, and burying the beard and purple plug."

"What's the matter?"

Wei Gao saw that the person who spoke was magnificent, although he was wearing ordinary cloth clothes, but he revealed a martial artist's courage when he spoke, so he took the initiative to talk.

"Former Yaoshan County Order, Fan Ze Fan An in the river."

"Former Huazhou joined the army, Jingzhao Wei Gao Wei Chengwu, ranked twenty-three in the family, Fan Lang can call me Wei twenty-three."

Wei Gao replied, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, it turned out that they were all down-and-out scholars who came to Beijing to seek officials, and they suddenly felt a lot more cordial.

After an introduction, the two of them talked about each other, Fan Ze has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child, and Wei Gao is also a person who is good at talking about military aircraft, and the two became friends after a while.

This is how people interact with each other, some people look at it for a lifetime, and some people look at it for a lifetime.

Obviously, Fan Ze and Wei Gao belong to the former.

On the other side, Qian Qi, Han Hong and others slowed down for a long time before they came back to their senses, and they all sighed: "The future is terrible, the future is terrible......"

"Lao Linggong has a successor." This is the speech of Li Duan, a celebrity who often goes in and out of Guo's mansion.

"Easier said than done!" Wei Yingwu shook his head and sighed, but he still unconsciously glanced at his daughter in the audience, as if he was making some important decision.

And the rest of the audience, although they did not express any constructive opinions, were all full of excitement and agitation, so that this should have ended in the afternoon did not end until sunset.