"Hoo ......"

The north wind is as cold as a knife,

The desert is full of yellow sand,

The mottled earthen walls, the Xiaosuo border pass, the horses sitting at the head of the city smoking dry cigarettes and grinning with yellow teeth, and the Liangzhou soldiers in red clothes and black armor who have been stationed at Yumen Pass for decades, scene after scene flashed in my mind.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds,

A lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows,

The spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

There are two poems in "Liangzhou Ci",

They all hide the roads they have walked these days.

Speaking of fate, it is wonderful,

The only way is that

"I don't know what the song means when I hear it at first time,"

"I'm already a person in the song. ”

The young man muttered in a low voice, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.

"Wine!"

The young man raised his head and shouted,

A man came with a tray,

"The wine is a little lighter. ”

The wine entered his throat, and Xu Xian was indeed frowning.

"Your Highness!"

Bai Xiaosheng beside him untied the wine bag on his waist and handed it out, looking at the young man in front of him in the field, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little strange, not surprised by his talent, but surprised that the young man who was immediately majestic and looked so free and easy with the horizontal knife actually hid so many things in his heart.

As for the Yellow River in the poem,

The poems are wonderful,

There are many ancient books,

If you ask out loud, you will end up in the name of ignorance,

I had to be silent,

"Gollum ......"

"Gollum ......"

The young man didn't pour wine into the cup, he directly raised the wine bag and drank it, the Adam's apple was sensational, and it was half a sac of Maochai wine in his stomach, the green wine stains hung on the corners of his mouth, and his steps were slightly staggering.

......

There was no word in the field for a long time,

There are white-haired geese chirping and flapping their wings in the water of the Qujiang River,

Uh-oh lingering in my ears,

On the second floor, the Qing Dynasty who climbed high and sang and stood alone,

Outside the Qifeng Tower, there are Qi realm madmen wanton cursive,

A song of Liangzhou has just been sung,

Another song,

"Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows,"

"The spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. ”

The mournful voice of the Qingqi people sounded on the long street,

Desolate and generous, sad and strong,

Although the whole poem tries its best to exaggerate the grievances of the soldiers who cannot return to their hometowns,

But there is no depression at all,

I wonder what kind of mind the person who wrote this poem was?

On the bright moon upstairs opposite the Qifeng Tower,

The little girl lay on the wooden fence and looked at the Qingqi people who were singing in a low voice on the opposite side, and the mottled earthen wall seemed to emerge in front of her, the bleak frontier, and the majestic atmosphere of the young man's horizontal knife immediately going north to the Gobi.

"Sister Yanan, can I really win?"

The little girl was a little distracted,

Li Yanan, who was wearing a long skirt beside her, sighed,

I didn't know how to speak.

......

The Qingqi people leaned against the railing and gasped softly,

"Fun!"

The madman stopped his pen and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and suddenly remembered that Fang had just dipped in his mouth, and the saliva he spit out was still with ink, and the latter didn't care to look at the four sheets of rice paper with the arrogant cursive handwriting.

"Damn, is there any!"

Qi Di Maniac suddenly poured a pot of wine and shouted to the Qingqi people upstairs, he had drunk a lot of wine before coming here to write, and now he was drunk.

The voice fell silently for a long time,

The latter lay on the wooden table with no interest,

With the madman speechless,

The crowded pavilion became more and more silent, whether it was the dignitaries on the second floor of the street or the literati and artists who had no chance to enter the building to watch the people below, they were silent.

"His grandmother's, why don't you speak?"

"Is it good or bad?"

A rough man looked at the silent scholar in front of him in the field, and he couldn't understand the lyrics of the Qingqi people on the second floor, even if he understood it, he didn't know what it meant, even if he looked at the cursive script written by the madman downstairs, he just felt,

That's a pretty good word.

Big enough, thick enough, dark enough, watching the dragon fly and the phoenix dance,

But I don't know a single big word,

Naturally, I don't know what to write.

I can't tell the difference between good and bad poetry.

"Fuck, tell me how that guy writes?"

The man was like an ant on a hot pot in a hurry, and there were also many illiterate people behind him, staring at each other, and they still couldn't believe what they thought of in their minds.

"Tell us that. ”

The man with a beard on his face was angry, and after sweeping around the field, he picked the weakest scholar, grabbed him by the collar and shouted.

"I can't judge. ”

The scholar was not angry, and looked at the people of Lin'an who were gathering around him with great anticipation, and only said a word without saying more, and the other scribes were also ashamed and turned around unwilling to face the lonely eyes of the hundreds of people.

"This ......"

"So ......"

When the bearded man heard this, he thought of the result he was most unwilling to accept in his mind, and he stepped back again and again and opened his mouth to look at Qi Fenglou in front of him, only to feel ridiculous.

Qi Fenglou,

hall

"Smack......

An extremely subtle sound came,

The big red sandalwood carving case next to the Qing people were stunned, the brush that absorbed the ink hovered in the air for too long, a drop of ink fell, fell on the snow-white rice paper, and the ink quickly dispersed along the fibers on the paper.

"Xu Gongzi, do you still want to compose poetry?"

The delicate voice of the Qingqi people trembled lightly at the end of the tone, and he looked up at the young man who did not hide the astonishment in his eyes, and it took only a moment to make four poems, and they are all masterpieces, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they have been passed down through the ages.

"Oh?"

The young man opened his eyes and heard the prestige,

Qing Qi people use the pen is a hairpin flower Xiaokai, the font is high and elegant, smooth and thin and reveals a smart and beautiful rhyme, the word is very good-looking is the font commonly used by the ladies of the major mansions in Qidi, but it is not fast enough, the pen has just been mentioned, and the Liangzhou word has come out, and it has not even had time to put down the pen.

"Little girl, write too slowly. ”

"It's not as good as the Zhang family outside the building. ”

Qing Qiren rubbed his wrist and smiled bitterly, in the past, whether it was that genius who wrote poems, he had to brew for a long time with the help of wine, and the so-called seven-step poem was rare to hear about the entire Qujiang Shujiazi, not to mention that now it is continuous, just like eating and drinking.

"Quick, quick!"

"Two more girls. ”

The old bustard, who was still guarding the charm at the door, was really panicked when he saw this, no matter what the result here was, it was a rare opportunity for his own Qifeng Tower to become famous.

When the words fell, two more innocent girls came, leaning over the wooden case, and the madman outside the building used cursive writing to write wildly, and the pen was very fast for more people waiting for news outside, but the girl in the building was naturally incomparable.

When the young man was just about to step forward and recite poetry again,

"Your Highness, wouldn't it be narrow-minded if you only used the topic of side plugging?"

"Why don't you improvise a poem to ......"

Li Liangque suddenly remembered the big dream earlier, and laughed bitterly.

Walking in the field, his eyes constantly swept over the crowd,

finally fell on the Fan Alcohol Fan family on the edge of the Qujiang River,

I saw the latter sigh,

Looking up at the moonlight in the sky,

Qi Di is very heavy,

But most of them are poems of wind and snow,

Now with the theme of the side plug, it is a cocoon that binds itself,

If you think about it carefully, the young man in front of him is a talented and glamorous person, although he is already like a demon now, but in the end, he is willing to be willing in most of the literary world.

"Why don't you take the bright moon as the theme!"

Li Liangque shook his head, leaving some messy thoughts behind, pointing to the bright moon in the sky and said loudly.

"What Nanyang Hou said is true!"

"The subject matter is too narrow to be taken seriously. ”

A middle-aged scribe said with a shy face.

"Improvising poems, putting can reflect the talent of my generation of literati. ”

"Four ...... by His Royal Highness Fang Cai"

"It's too monotonous......"

Someone opened his mouth and said that naturally someone should drink,

As soon as the four poems appeared, those Qidi literati who were originally in control of the victory were also panicked, silently put the poems they had prepared before behind them, and cheered up anew, all of them were waiting for battle, and there was no contempt in their eyes.

"Your Highness, in addition to fighting on the battlefield, there are many beautiful things in this world that can be used as the theme, and I hope Your Highness will not blame you. ”

Li Liangque arched his hand.

"Good. ”

The young man nodded incredulously.

"That's the theme of the bright moon. ”

chuckled,

Is it true that listening to countless poems of immortals in a dream is empty words?

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

The young man raised the wine bag in his hand and looked at the bright moon in the sky and said loudly.

......

Just a sentence falling,

There was silence again,

I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dancing to figure out the shadow, how is it like in the world?

Standing on the edge of the wooden fence, he raised his head and poured a sip of firewood wine,

Drunken eyes looked at the graceful posture of the second floor,

Dancing in tulle and dancing in the Qing people,

When the last two sentences of the first half of the que fall,

The dancing posture of the Qingqi people became softer and softer, and the veil on his body fluttered,

Fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon,

If the songs of the previous life can pull people's emotions,

Then these poems that have been passed down through the ages can really blend the scenes and make people feel as if they are in it.

"Plop Plop Plop ......"

Someone on the other side of the Qujiang River is stupid,

The already crowded shore,

It is like a dumpling that keeps falling into the Qujiang River,

Gradually, there are countless splashes.

The young man turned to look at the shocked crowd in the field,

After a pause,

Softly said,

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

The second half of the que groaned,

"When is the bright moon? ”

"It's mediocre, it's mediocre. ”

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

"In the middle of the peace, in the middle of the peace, in the middle of the peace. ”

......

Fan Fuzi actually put down the pen in his hand and savored it,

"Poetry is even more meaningful, and it is ...... for a while."

"Such talent, the past and the present, the old man is not ......"

Fan Yu looked at the young man who was drinking himself by the railing next to him, smiled bitterly and muttered, even when he was the most proud of his life, he had never made such a magnificent work.

.........

On Changting Street,

The moonlight falls like water,

The Qingqi people sang in a low voice, and their voices became ethereal.

Looking up, in a trance, I actually felt that there were countless pavilions and pavilions on the top, as the poem said.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

When the people of the Qing Dynasty chanted,

The tone is clear,

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

When it falls,

The corners of the woman's mouth were filled with a relieved smile,

The madman below writes heartily with a brush in his mouth,

He actually tied his long hair together and dipped it in ink and waved it wildly.

"In the future, who will sing the moon?"

It's not just anyone in the field who sighs,

The streets are full of sighs,

After all, he still shot himself in the foot.

......

"Xu Gongzi, Xu Gongzi ......"

The young man is lying on the edge of the Qujiang River at the moment.

"A big dream for more than 20 years......"

"In the end, it is Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly,"

"Or did the butterfly dream of Zhouzhuang?"

The two memories of the past and present lives, one scene after another, are constantly entangled and echoed in my mind.

My mind has been tense for so long,

Now why don't you get drunk happily,

"Zhou Zhuang, who cares about it, dreams of butterflies, or butterflies dream of Zhou Zhuang. ”

"Life in the world, happy two words!"

"I've been doing these two words for the rest of my life!"

Wave your sleeves and turn around,

There is a strong wind blowing on the surface of the Qujiang River,

A white robe hunted on his body,

"Childe, do you still want to continue to write poetry?"

Several Qingqi people looked up together, and their eyes were already at a loss,

"Your Highness......"

Li Liangque wanted to speak and stopped.

"It's not exciting enough right now. ”

The young man said softly,

"Draw a knife to kill, you can't compare to me. ”

"Poetry and songs, Qi people are also inferior to me. ”

The remaining half of the sac of thatched firewood wine went into the belly together,

There is another person in my memory, the person I admired the most in my last life,

A scholar who fights swords and rivers and lakes and carries wine,

Thinking about it,

In a trance, I seemed to see the person in the hall,

"The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars. ”

......

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, Li Bai made it difficult to draw his sword and looked around at a loss.

My generation is all Penghao people, Li Bai resigned and looked up to the sky and laughed and went out,

The daughter is gone, and he comes back, Li Bai has no money, and Hu'er will exchange for wine,

The young man is not in a hurry, and he is not slow to tell the story,

Looking at the drunken phantom in the field, chuckled,

shook the wine bag in his hand and it was empty,

Hold up a jug of wine on the table at will,

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. ”

"Brother Li Bai, drink!"

The young man raised his glass and whispered to the phantom.

......

What would happen if he didn't?

Probably "All Tang Poems" will be much thinner,

Childhood sweethearts, fairy wind bones and other idioms,

will be much less,

Li Shangyin no longer needs to be called Xiao Li,

Xiaochang will be the first quatrain of the Tang Dynasty,

Xiaofu will become the greatest poet,

There is no one,

There is no place for him to come from,

100 poems about wine fighting?

If there really is no him,

probably

Our traverser predecessors can copy a lot fewer poems, right?

The young man still remembers a line from the movie to this day,

"Datang is really great with you!"

What kind of atmosphere?

Drunken eyes vaguely remember what his fan brother Yu Guang said,

The wine entered the bowels of Hao, and the seven points turned into moonlight, and the remaining three points turned into sword qi.

As soon as the embroidery mouth is spit out, it is half of the Tang Dynasty.

He is an immortal and a bright moon soul.

Datang has you, fortunately even ah!

......

I don't know how long I've been singing,

The last poem falls,

The young man walked towards the outside of Qifeng Tower,

At this time, don't say that in the field,

It is that the eyes of all the people on the entire Changting Street have fallen on the young man, even the amazing talent and glamour are far from being able to describe the talent of the young man here, and the so-called Qi Di style seems to have become a big joke at this moment.

Arrival,

"Brother Taibai, are you having fun?"

I saw the young man shouting at Mingyue with drunken eyes,

"I did it, you feel free!"

Raise your head and drink it all,

"Bang Bang ......"

The flask in his hand was casually dropped, and it rolled and swayed on the silent street, which was extremely harsh, but no one spoke, and there was no other half of the words.

After the boy finished drinking,

Finally leaning against the door,

Asked

"Is it enough?"

"Not enough, I'll copy some more?"

After that,

and does not wait for an answer,

The young man looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.