"Gently I'm leaving."

"As I come gently."

"I beckoned gently."

"Be farewell to the clouds on the west."

Zhu Ningyun was surprised, this was the first time she had heard such a poem.

This... Is it poetry?

Ancient poems pay attention to the rules and rhymes, the sentences are neat, and the rhetoric is beautiful.

And Li Xiao's four sentences, short and long, are inconsistent.

Each sentence only rhymes with one word at the end.

This is completely inconsistent with the laws of poetry.

This verse is a bit like the vernacular...

Generally, if the poem is too vernacular, it will be rated as inferior, and it is called limerick poetry.

But Li Xiao's poem came and fell into Zhu Ningyun's ears, but it made her realize the beauty of different poems.

It is as if the poet is expressing his emotions and telling his heartfelt feelings.

"The golden willow on the riverside."

"It's the bride in the sunset."

"Shadows in the waves."

"Ripples in my heart."

The sound continued, as if to compose a picture.

A picture with emotion.

And Zhu Ningxin, as if he was in it, the scenery in front of him was vivid.

Her heart also felt this artistic conception along with the verses.

"Wattles on the soft mud."

"The oily ones are swaggering underwater."

"In the soft waves of Spring Lake."

"I'm willing to be a water weed."

When he heard this paragraph, Zhu Ningyun was even more surprised.

This is actually Li Xiao's improvisation.

The scenery described in the poem is the Xiaochun Lake in front of you.

It is a lyrical verse.

Express the feelings in your heart with the scenery.

He compares the soft waves of Spring Lake to a warm life.

It seems to imply that in an ordinary and happy life.

Li Xiao is willing to compare himself to aquatic plants.

This is what he, and he wants to live like this...

Zhu Ningxin held her breath and continued to listen.

In the distance, Zhu Di and Xu Miaoyun, who were eavesdropping, couldn't help but be still.

The verses spoken in the vernacular are so beautiful.

Vernacular poetry, this is vernacular poetry...

Who can't make good poetry in the vernacular? Our son-in-law can!

Xu Miaoyun was even more pleasantly surprised.

This is the first time she has secretly seen her son-in-law's face, the face is friendly, the skin is slightly dark, and she looks healthy and strong, sunny and handsome.

His talent is even more brilliant, using a vernacular poem to build a beautiful picture and tell the emotions in his heart!

Is this his son-in-law...

If Ning Yun marries such a man, he shouldn't suffer in the future...

...

"A pool under the tree."

"It's not a clear spring, it's a rainbow in the sky."

"Crumple it among the floating algae."

"Precipitated rainbow-like dreams."

Hearing this paragraph, Zhu Ningyun became more and more surprised.

I thought that this vernacular poem would be a little neater, but now it seems that it completely ignores the neatness of the verses, and just tells what is in my heart.

Composing ancient poems will sacrifice some things because of neat rhymes.

And this vernacular poem has no such concerns at all, only a story, a sorrow.

The language is light and soft, between the virtual and the real,

It's not a clear spring, it's a rainbow in the sky.

The clear spring is compared to a rainbow in the sky, revealing an indescribable artistic conception and a longing for the past life.

That's right... This poem is called, Farewell Cloud Bridge.

He is about to get married, and when he leaves Yanwang's Mansion, he will leave this cloud bridge that has been with him for more than ten years...

A faint sense of sorrow floated in Zhu Ningyun's heart.

Li Xiao's poems, she has completely substituted into them.

Feel the affection of this attachment to others.

"Dreaming? Hold up a penny. ”

"Wander to the grass greener."

"A boatload of starlight."

"Sing in the starlight."

Poetry can shake hearts and resonate.

Reciting this modern poem again, Li Xiao also seemed to be in it, and he continued to recite it in a very magnetic voice.

"But I can't put on a song."

"Quietly it is the parting sheng flute."

"Summer Worm is also silent for me."

"Silence is the bridge of clouds tonight."

At this moment.

Zhu Ningyun's eyes full of admiration had already fallen on Li Xiao's body.

She noticed that Li Xiao's poem seemed to be written for her.

It's like helping yourself tell your sorrows.

Over the years, she has never gone out and seen no one.

Forever hiding in the depths, the depression in her heart has nowhere to put it, she also wants to go out for a walk, see, look at the blue sky and white clouds, and see the beauty of the world.

But she didn't dare, and she couldn't.

Only late at night, will he secretly walk out of Yong'an Pavilion.

No one in the middle of the night.

Often, she sits in this pavilion, walks on this cloud bridge, and looks at the galaxy in the sky.

There is nowhere to tell the countless sorrows in my heart, and I am buried in my heart.

She wanted to shout out loud, but she didn't dare...

None of the people she spoke to could give her any response.

The summer worm is silent, and the cloud bridge is also silent.

Quietly is parting sheng flute...

Li Xiao continued to recite, and his voice became soft and light:

"Gently I'm leaving."

"As I come gently."

"I waved my sleeve."

"Don't take a cloud with you."

...

The whole world seemed to fall silent.

Feel the beauty of poetry...

The last paragraph.

Echo from beginning to end, perfect pen.

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

The verse is finished.

It's as if the world has stood still.

It took a long time to hear the rustling of the wind.

Zhu Ningyun's eyes were already slightly red.

This poem is so beautiful.

Although it is written in the vernacular, you can feel the colors of the lake.

The "golden willow" reflected in the sunset, the rippling "beautiful shadow" in the waves, the "green wattle" on the soft mud under the water, and the "rainbow" reflected in the pond all form a beautiful picture.

Although the verses are not neat, they have a natural and harmonious rhythm.

It's a subdued and catchy read.

The rhythm spreads slowly and slowly in it.

Finally, quietly, gently, a sense of lightness came to the face.

And then there is the structure of the verse, which is also very beautiful.

The last verse echoes from beginning to end.

It's the first time I've seen this kind of poetry.

After a long time, Zhu Ningyun looked at Li Xiao and asked softly, "Good poetry... But this is the first time I've heard such a verse, what kind of poem is this..."

Li Xiao smiled and said: "This is a vernacular poem, the only one." Use more words, more simple language, and convey more feelings in the situation of poetry. ”

Vernacular poetry can be so good... No, only his vernacular poetry can sound so good..... Zhu Ningyun was very surprised in her heart.

"This poem, it's great..."

"Thank you for writing a poem for me, this... Say goodbye to the cloud bridge. ”

Zhu Ningyun plucked up his courage and looked at the man in front of him.

This was the first time he had written a poem for himself, and it was a special vernacular poem, and she couldn't wait to go home and transcribe the poem and keep it forever.

Li Xiao also looked at her: "I can do it for you for the rest of my life." ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Xiao hurriedly changed his words.

"County Lord, it's getting late, I'll send you back."

"Hmm."

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【Ding! Zhu Ningyun's opinion of you is +5, current opinion: 74. 】

【Ding! The first time you present a poem to the person you love, the other party feels a lot and has feelings for you. Earn Sweet Points: 100 points. Trigger 50x Critical Hit and get Sweet Points: 5000 points. 】

[Current Points: 16200]

In one day, while enjoying the beautiful love process, I brushed more than 10,000 points.

Li Xiao was simply happy.

It's so happy, it's so beautiful...

...

Far away, behind the trees.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Zhu Di's eyes were full of shock.

"Gently I go, as softly I come..."

"Vernacular poetry, it's so good?"