“And enjoy a glass of wine before death…”
Zhong Liwan smiled and nodded:
“Yes, how can someone who can write this kind of poetry care about such a thing?”
“His reputation as a poet immortal, only he is qualified to say, and others are not qualified to evaluate him…”
“When I saw Li Bai, I was wrong for life… I finally understand the pain of your worldly poets. ”
Zhongli shook his head with a wry smile, – sighed:
“Zhuyu is ahead, how dare I continue to get an axe in the banmen?”
“Do Shixian have any other poems?”
It can be seen that Zhong Li really cares about Li Bai, which is also expected by Jiang Xuan.
There is still some time before the fireworks festival, and everyone’s drunkenness should also be slowed down.
The point is that their wives are also curious about Li Bai’s poems.
After thinking about it, Jiang Xuan said slowly:
“The one who writes the moon: the hour does not know the moon, calls it as a white jade disk, and doubts the Yao platform mirror, flying in the green clouds.”
“Write a friend: Yang Hua fell to the end of the rule, heard the dragon mark across the five streams, I am worried about the bright moon, follow the wind until the night Langxi.”
“There are many, many more…”
“A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without blind dates, toasting to the bright moon, to the shadow into three people, the moon does not solve the drink, the shadow disciple follows me, temporarily accompanies the moon will shadow, happiness must be and spring.”
“My song and moon wander, I dance in chaos, I wake up and mingle together, drunk and scatter, forever marry mercilessly, and phase Qiao Yunhan.”
As Jiang Xuan slowly spoke, everyone was in a trance, seemingly traveling through time and space, and saw the cold and arrogant figure under the moon.
The white clothes are burning, and the green silk is crazy.
Under the moon, the shadows dance, unorganized, but particularly ethereal.
Everyone finally understood why Jiang Xuan would say that Li Bai was the closest immortal.
Free-spirited, eclectic, unrestrained…
From the bottom of his heart, he can’t see the troubles of the world.
Zhongli closed his eyes and listened to these poems with a happy face, for him, this was a real feast.
In the past, the poems he recited and made were not as good as Li Bai’s casual hand.
Seeing Li Bai mistakenly for life…
Seeing Li Bai mistakenly for life!
Li Bai is indeed the mountain above the heads of all literati and inkers that overwhelms them.
That kind of despair in the face of immortals can only be understood by Zhongli, who have studied poetry in depth.
When a poem comes out, there are countless more sad people in the world who dare not continue to write poetry.
It is hard to imagine the psychological quality of those poets who wrote poetry under the pressure of Li Bai and became the eight masters.
“There is also a poem, also by Li Bai, I think, it is best to give it to Liyue.”
Jiang Xuan paused and looked at the gaze full of love.
“Take the pen and ink!”
Zhong Li waved his big hand and said excitedly:
“I hate not being able to discuss with Mr. Li Bai face-to-face, but it is also a great fortune to be able to remember his pen and ink!”
The three people on the side hurriedly sent pens and ink.
Just now, from Jiang Xuan’s first drink, they began to secretly record.
The subtlety of these poems can be seen by anyone in Liyue.
Seeing that Zhongli was ready, Jiang Xuan got up and raised his glass.
Ning Guang and the others also followed him, and even Diluc and the others, who were a little drunk, also forcibly regained consciousness, stood up, and looked directly at Jiang Xuan.
With one step, Jiang Xuan seemed to see Li Bai at the beginning.
Across time and space, whisper with him.
“Jintaru sake fight ten thousand, jade plate treasure straight ten thousand money.”
“Stop the cup and throw the can’t eat, draw the sword and look around.”
“If you want to cross the Yellow River and the Ice Flood, you will climb the Taihang Snow Mountain.”
“Idle fishing on the Bixi, suddenly take a boat and dream of the sun.”
Zhong Li wrote quickly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were sad.
This poem, at this time, is full of twists and turns, just between words, it tells the difficult and dangerous road ahead.
Zhong Li also thought of Liyue today.
Liyue is prosperous, Wencheng is martial, and Guotai is safe.
But is that all?
The recovery of Tianli will inevitably bring a lot of blood and tears, even if Liyue is now, how sure is it to suppress Tianli.
What’s more, there is the destiny reincarnation of the First Throne.
Even if they can win, Liyue, and even the Five Kingdoms, will be destroyed into something.
This poem ticked out everyone’s sorrow in one fell swoop.
That’s the power of poetry.
Jiang Xuan sighed and said leisurely:
“It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to walk.”
“Duoqilu, where is it today?”
Everyone lowered their heads a little disappointed, and the air of decadence and frustration spread around.
The brush in Zhong Li’s hand was also trembling slightly.
Suddenly, Jiang Xuan’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the bright moon.
For a thousand years, only the moon is as bright as ever.
At this moment, the figures of Jiang Xuan and Li Bai repeated infinitely, and everyone seemed to see the lonely figure who toasted to the moon.
He laughed loudly, drank it all, and drew his sword to the sky.
“Long winds and breaking waves will sometimes, hanging directly on the clouds and sails to the sea!”
Rumble!
The shock from the depths of the soul made everyone shake for a moment.
Zhong Li’s eyes lit up brightly, and he quickly waved his pen to record.
“Long winds and breaking waves will sometimes hang straight on the cloud sails… Jicang Hai? ”
“Good! Good a long wind and breaking waves will sometimes! ”
“Even if the road ahead is bumpy and the long night is long, the voyage of Liyue will eventually break the waves!”
“Canghai Yueming, all in hand!”
“What a poet immortal Li Bai! What an ancient genius! ”
“I’m not as good as him!”
Zhongli looked at the poem in front of him with satisfaction.
Calligraphy flows through the clouds and water, quietly watching, you can see the meaning.
It is not his calligraphy realm, but this poem, which gives him the thickness of his soul.
An ordinary person still has this kind of awareness, why should he be afraid of the suffering of Liyue in the future?
Even if the wind is high and the waves are urgent, Liyue will eventually be a thousand years!
So is the Demon God War, and so is the future!
In a trance, Zhong Li seemed to cross time and space to see the man in white clothes and blue swords.
The other party glanced back at Zhong Li, and the arrogant and unruly meaning in his eyes shocked Zhong Li.
Lang laughed, and the other party walked into the storm.
He was enjoying suffering.
Because he understands that he is the most unyielding being in the world.
Zhong Li was stunned for a long time, and after a long while, he bent down gladly.
“Teachable.”
Divine power pervaded out, turning the paper into a golden rock.
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For tens of millions of years, it is impossible to weather.
He poured out the poem with divine power, just as it was when he made the holy relic.
Zhong Li said softly:
“Heavenly Power Star, I am tired of you placing this poem at the entrance of Liyue City Gate, and all Liyue people in the future should use this poem as an advice.”
“Long wind and breaking waves, hang straight to the cloud sails!”
“Liyue, there should be a resolute soul, even if the sky falls, the people of Liyue should not bend down and submit.”
Ning Guang nodded solemnly.
Even if Zhong Li didn’t say it, she would have done it.
This poem is too important for Liyue, especially Liyue, which wants to be an eternal civilization.
There is no way to break the firmness of will.
This poem will give the indomitable soul of all Liyue people.
“A good Li Bai, if he appears in Tivat, I will definitely come to the door to study with a teacher.”
Zhongli looked at the poem with a smile in his eyes.
Perhaps, thousands of years from now, this poem will also become a holy relic.
“Thank you, my friend, this poem is the best gift I have received so far, besides the resurrection of my old friend.”
“Although your previous world was godless, it had the existence of gods comparable to human beings and even suppressed gods.”
“Shixian, I am inferior to him, whether it is literary attainment or soul resilience.”
“I’m not as good as him.”
Jiang Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Zhong Li, who had completely become Li Bai’s fan brother, and inexplicably thought of Du Fu.
Not without quipping:
“If you were in that era, you would definitely have a common language with the poet Sheng Dufu.”
“Poet Saint Du Fu, like you, has seen Li Bai’s poems, met Li Bai, and has been thinking about Li Bai all his life.”
“Du Fu, this poet saint, is Li Bai’s number one fan.”
Zhongli smiled.
“I don’t feel ashamed to be able to convince Li Bai.”
“But, Shi Sheng?”
Jiang Xuan nodded and said softly:
“It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen.”
“Dew from tonight white, moon hometown bright.”
“Boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.”
“The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter reached ten thousand gold.”
“Ande Guangsha tens of thousands, shelter the world and the cold are happy, wind and rain do not move, safe as a mountain.”
“Du Fu is a poet saint with the same name as the poet immortal Li Bai.”
“Compared with the wild and unruly Li Bai, Du Fu is a realist poet who worries about the country and the people, and together with Li Bai he is called Li Du, the name of Li Du, and it has been lived through the ages.”
Zhong Li nodded leisurely and said softly:
“I can feel that Li Bai’s poems are wild and unrestrained, and they are as arrogant as clouds, and Du Fu’s poems are full of worries about the country and regrets for the people.”
“Li Du’s name is worthy of the name.”
“This kind of realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people.”
Jiang Xuan looked at Zhong Li with a little amusement and said with a smile:
“The main thing is that Du Fu is a real Li Bai fanatical fan.”
“The poems I have done in my life are not those who worry about the country and the people, or those who miss Li Bai and praise Li Bai.”
“Give Li Bai, Huai Li Bai at the end of the day, dream Li Bai one, dream Li Bai second, remember Li Bai in spring, have Li Bai in winter, and there is no news of Li Bai in the near future…”
“It can be said that Du Fu is thinking about Li Bai in spring, Li Bai in winter, Li Bai during the day, and Li Bai in his dreams at night.”
“The only thing he thinks about every day except worrying about the country and the people is where Li Bai has gone, how is Li Bai doing recently, and whether Li Bai is doing well.”
“Just after meeting Li Bai and traveling with him for a while, Du Fu became a devout and fanatical Li Bai believer.”
“Du Fu, a poet saint with the same name as Li Bai, is eager to accompany Li Bai every day.”
“Later generations said that if the situation permitted, Du Fu was even willing to live and sleep with Li Bai, and even wanted to be buried with Li Bai when he died.”
“When Li Bai goes out, he leads the horse, when Li Bai comes home, he cooks, Li Bai writes poetry and studies ink, and Li Bai sleeps and he repels mosquitoes.”
“Li Bai is Du Fu’s white moonlight, but unfortunately, Li Bai himself does not know about this, and even if he knows, it is estimated that he will laugh it off.”
“He is a man of arrogance to heaven.”
Everyone looked at each other.
For a while, it was hard to imagine that such a fanatical person turned out to be the famous poet Saint Du Fu.
He also wrote those swan songs that cherished the world.
“In terms of the principle of universality, the relationship between Li and Du, although it is more like Du Fu’s unilateral giving, is still a good story.”
Zhong Li smiled suddenly:
“Li Bai is also worth it, his literary brilliance, suppressing people in the world, only a great talent like Du Fu can resonate with him.”
“Vibes?”
Jiang Xuan smiled dumbly and shook his head:
“Then you’re wrong.”
“In Li Bai’s heart, everyone in the world is an ordinary person, and he alone is a real literati.”
“Li Bai, this person, looks down on everyone fairly.”
“Replacing it with someone else is a proud thing, but for Li Bai, this is normal.”
“This poet immortal is indeed miraculous like a chosen person, and his talent is indeed unmatched.”
“Based on a poem written by Li Bai, later generations adapted a sentence into a description more suitable for him.”
Seeing that everyone was cheering up, Jiang Xuan said slowly:
“Holding the sun and moon and picking the stars, there is no such person as me in the world.”
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