Changliu walked under the giant pillar, and there was silence all around, and many spectators held their breath and did not dare to disturb him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis atmosphere spread out of the building with the news that he was going to write a poem, which made the building quickly quiet, which shows how much the people of Yuejiang City have expectations for him.

As soon as he stood up, all eyes were focused on him, and countless people were staring at his figure, even the person next to Liu Heng no longer sat still, and turned to look under the giant pillar in the lobby.

Because everyone present knew that as one of the four most famous sons in Yuejiang City, Changliu could represent the highest level of talent in Yuejiang City, so no one would despise his performance.

Changliu closed his eyes in front of the giant pillar for a while, and suddenly opened his eyes, like a sword out of the sheath, he immediately had a sharp-edged temperament. He seems to have enough savings, and he put the pen into the spirit, and the corners of the robe swayed slightly, and there are already golden characters jumping on the pillar wall, which is actually a hand of elegant and agile calligraphy.

Just by looking at the words, people can't help but want to shout for him.

"The white face is cold and purple, and the flowing water breaks the ice and the red boat passes. ”

"Ten thousand books are written by saints, and the road is self-evident. ”

As soon as this poem came out, it did not usher in a cheer or applause for a long time, but Changliu ignored this strange silent atmosphere, and continued to mention the title of the poem "Ci Heming" for the poem, and wrote the word "Changliu" on the inscription, which was then written. Then he stood in place, looked at the poem in a daze for a while, and suddenly took a long breath and calmly walked back to his original position, "It's ugly." ”

These three faint words seemed to break the ice, and finally woke up the surrounding spectators.

"This poem ......"

However, as soon as the surrounding spectators spoke, they all saw the hesitation on the faces of their companions, and no one dared to make up their minds easily.

Good?

Not good?

is the truth, at first glance, this "Ci Heming", at first it will feel particularly bland, and even the battle and charm seem to be not as good as Zhuo Gongzi's "Watching the River in Winter", and it will be taken away by Changliu's good words, forgetting the poem itself.

Poetry is not as good as words, this is a big mistake of putting the cart before the horse, and it is nothing to put it on other students, after all, you can always pick out a little good, which is good. However, you must know that it was Changliu who wrote this poem, and it is an unforgivable mistake for him to have such a problem!

"Senior Brother......

It's not just that many spectators can't understand it, as soon as Changliu sat back, the younger brothers and sisters next to him all showed worried looks, all of them looked like they wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

On the other hand, Wen Song seemed to have just come back to his senses from the charm of the poem, and looked deeply at Changliu, who had been as famous as him since childhood, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "It turns out that you have reached such a realm." ”

"Senior brother praises. Changliu's eyes drooped slightly, and he was humble.

Wen Song shook his head meaningfully, and then said earnestly to the junior brothers and sisters: "Taste it well." ”

When a group of junior brothers and sisters heard this, some were stunned, some were thoughtful, and some were shocked, but they all looked at this song "Ci Heming".

But at this time, the poem had faded from the pillar wall, and there was no trace of it. They hurriedly pursued the building wall, and were suddenly dazzled by the bright light that erupted on the side of the building wall, and hurriedly hid their faces, and everyone was frightened.

Such brilliance, with purple gas in gold, only the majestic atmosphere appears on the wall of the first floor, which gives people an extreme sense of abruptness that stands out from the crowd.

The glory is the first time in this poetry meeting!

Before people had time to exclaim, they saw that this poem "Ci Heming" showed the spirit of the king in the poem, making the surrounding poems tremble, and there seemed to be a wail.

One floor, two floors, three floors......

It rose to the top of the twentieth floor so calmly, still undiminished, and even the many poems on the twentieth floor did not dare to compete with it, and they avoided it one after another, allowing it to continue to rise.

In a short time, it surpassed the poems made by the two students of the Legalists, and also surpassed the poem "Like Water" by Chu Liubai, which was two floors higher, and then naturally in general, and also surpassed the "Wan Quicksand" by the Gusu girl who is now at the top.

Twenty-nine floors!

It is not until it rises to this height that it is worthy of its identity, that precious light that far surpasses the surrounding poems ceases to shine, for every poem around it at this moment exudes the same dazzling brilliance, and is no weaker than it.

Inside and outside the building, which has been silent for a long time, countless people are still opening their mouths wide, some people are in disbelief, some people only feel as if they are in a dream, but there are also many people gasping.

"Twenty, twenty-nine!"

"The previous Gusu girl's "Wan Quicksand" has only reached the twenty-fourth floor, and this "Ci Heming" is directly five floors higher!"

"How could it be, how could it be so powerful?"

"I remember that two years ago, Changliu Gongzi's "White Sparrow Cry" was only on the tenth floor, why didn't I see it in just two years, and Changliu Gongzi's literary talent improved so much?"

Because it is incredible, the noisy discussion is like a fried oil pot, and suddenly it boils.

Liu Heng kept looking up at this "Ci Heming", and only after a long time did he exhale a breath of turbidity, "This should be the real strength of the world's first-class talent." ”

It can be seen from this poem "Ci Heming" that at the small poetry meeting two years ago, Chang Liu, Wen Song, Zixuan, and Bai Ran did not show their real skills, and they did their best at this critical moment.

It was only at this time that Wen Song began to solve the confusion of a group of confused junior brothers and sisters, "You must know that you have read thousands of papers, and your talent is self-contained, which is often the strength of a scholar." For example, it is very easy for you to write gorgeous poems, but if you want to write poems plainly, but you can say something about them, which is the problem. ”

"Your Senior Brother Changliu's "Ci Heming" has faded away from its gorgeousness and has the meaning of returning to the basics. Wen Song said with emotion, so that the younger brothers and sisters had some understanding, "At the beginning, I wrote about the white face frost and cold, which seemed to be talking about people, but in fact, I was still writing about the scene." Think about it, when is the frost in a day, and when is the coldest?"

This question is very simple, where is it rare to find students from Luanshan Academy, they are scrambling to respond.

"Early morning!"

"Dawn breaks. ”

"Morning!"

Wen Song smiled and said, "As the old saying goes, the purple air rises in the east, which is the rising sun, and it is the first sentence to say that it is the beautiful scenery of the morning sun breaking in winter." In the next sentence, the scene is also written, but if you think about it again, what ship is red?"

The question of "Yes ......" involves inconspicuous details on weekdays, and it suddenly stumped this group of students who did not touch the spring water with their fingers, and they all hesitated and did not dare to answer easily.

Facing Wen Song's slightly frowning eyebrows, they all lowered their eyes in shame, not daring to look at him.

"You guys, if you only know how to read hard all day long, but you ignore life, what's the use of reading more?"

Wen Song admonished, and then explained, "Only the ship that transports books will be specially made into a red boat." ”

"First, because the books are afraid of water and fire, and they can only do it with the red Sande red jujube treasure wood, so the ships that transport the books are often made of this treasure wood, which is naturally red. Second, literature is the exposition of Tao and reason by thousands of scholars and saints, which is deeply hidden in spirituality and divine will, and often attracts the covetousness of evil demons and gods. ”

Listening to him, he explained this inconspicuous common sense thoroughly, which shocked all the younger brothers and sisters, and they knew that a small "red boat" also hid so much knowledge.

"The insight into the world is all knowledge, it's not that I and your senior brother Changliu know more, but we are better at perceiving the world than you, which is exactly what you lack now. ”

Wen Song admonished again, until a group of junior brothers and sisters either sneered or confessed to being taught, and then he continued, "This poem seems to be a narrative scene, saying that Brother Changliu got up early in winter to watch the sunrise, and saw the rushing river breaking through the ice, and there was a red boat carrying books passing by, so that Brother Changliu gave birth to the realization of the last two sentences: This boat of books is no less than 10,000 volumes, all of which were written by Wendao saints, but after reading 10,000 volumes, he found that if he wants to understand the real truth, it is far from enough to rely on reading, and he has to travel the world to gain insight into thousands of world events to understand. ”

"So. ”

After his careful decomposition, the surrounding junior brothers and sisters suddenly realized and fell into deep thought, but he glanced at Changliu deeply, "This is an extremely wonderful poem of persuasion." ”

"No wonder he was able to rise to the twenty-ninth floor and throw everyone in front of him down, is this the real strength of Senior Brother Changliu?"

"This is our senior brother!"

"Yes, if you don't make a move, you will shock the audience as soon as you make a move, this is our senior brother!"

At the same time, countless literati in the surrounding area have already glimpsed the beauty of this poem, and soon publicized it one by one, so that more spectators suddenly realized that they suddenly broke out into earth-shattering cheers.

"It turned out to be such a quatrain!"

"Our fourth son, it's really good!"

"It's really for us to fight for the face of Yuejiang City!"

"Cheer up!"

......

The cheers were overwhelming, and even Changliu had to get up again and again to salute in all directions.

After a long time, the sound tide decreased slightly, and I saw Wen Song take a deep breath, get up and say with a smile: "Senior Brother Changliu has written such a good poem that has been passed down for centuries, which has greatly increased the pressure on me and other latecomers!"

Between the words, he swept over Bai Mingmen Zixuan and Legalist Wu Susan with a smile, and saw that both of them had a more solemn look on their faces, and couldn't help but smile deeper, "Senior brother has made a good start, but I have made it difficult for senior brother." But when it comes to the end, I can only have the courage to try, and if I am ugly later, please bear with me, don't laugh at me. ”

He said it humbly, but his gait and expression were still undiminished, calm and unhurried, it can be seen that these words were mostly joking and self-deprecating, even Changliu's unbeatable "Ci Heming" did not affect his self-confidence.

"Wen Song Gongzi is mighty!"

These words naturally attracted a burst of applause, and then he saw that Wen Song had already raised his pen and stood in front of the giant pillar, and the many applause quickly disappeared, and he didn't dare to disturb him.

Coming to the front of the column, Wen Song's attitude was very different from that of Changliu before, he seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and he raised the pen before he set up the column, and a hand of simple and thick ink characters jumped on the column wall one after another. This calligraphy is not less than the previous long willow, although the spirit is not as good, but it shows a more solid basic skills than the long willow, it can be said that the calligraphy of the two has its own victory, it is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom.

"The Shang Emperor has millions of soldiers, and he leaps into the frontier to open a city that never sleeps. ”

"Last night's first snow and east wind, today's jade pen nomination. ”

He actually chose the same seven-word quatrain as his younger brother Changliu, kept writing, and then wrote the poem "Millennium Story" and the small characters, and then looked back and considered the whole article, and then closed the pen with satisfaction.

And the atmosphere that greeted him was also very different from Changliu, as soon as this poem came out, both men and women, young and old, literate and illiterate, all broke out in full applause.

"The Shang Dynasty is better than the leaping frontier!"

"A good Shang Emperor has millions of soldiers, and he will open a city that never sleeps!"

"It is worthy of the son of Wen Song, the writing is really good!"

"This can be regarded as the best poem of this poetry meeting!"

"What a spirit!"

"Sure enough, it's a great talent in Leaping Frontier City!"

"This poem is really heroic!"

Countless people in Yuejiang City were so excited that they trembled all over, and they felt that this poem had written all the pride in the hearts of Yuejiang people, how could it not make people's hearts stir and be difficult to hold on!

Facing the excited and fanatical faces, Wen Song smiled and signaled, it was very difficult to return to his original position, and he had to face countless red-faced junior brothers and sisters, those dazzling admiration looks, and Changliu's extraordinarily complicated gaze.

"Senior brother's poem, the pride under the plain is fully displayed, and the opening chapter mentions the most proud battle in Yuejiang City thousands of years ago, which has a stunning feeling, but you should pay more attention to the last two sentences that are covered by the first two sentences. ”

In front, Wen Song explained the wonderful meaning of Changliu's "Ci Heming" for his younger brothers and sisters, and now Wen Song is writing poems, and Changliu has naturally assumed the responsibility of explaining.

"Last night's first snow and east wind, with a plain small scene to recover the pride that was about to be broken, but also to rein in people's hearts, from the magnificent epic back to the usual life, plain and not lacking in vividness. In the end, it ends with "today's jade pen nomination", and the artistic conception is suddenly raised, which is a self-comparison history, implying that today's senior brother is nominated, and he is determined to create a magnificent history that is no less than the Shang Emperor's injury and leap into Xinjiang. ”

"Inheriting the past and opening up the future, and turning back and forth, it becomes a reincarnation by itself, this is the most subtle thing about my brother's "Millennium Chronicle". ”

Changliu took a deep breath and stood up, "Senior brother has a big mind and spirit, and he is far from it, so he is willing to bow to the wind." ”

Wen Song hurriedly helped him up, "I am good at history books, you are good at aura, you have your own strengths, how can you win or lose?

Changliu's expression was complicated, and he was about to say something more, but was stopped by Wen Song first, "You and I have been senior brothers for more than 20 years, why bother to be hypocritical again, don't say anything, let's see how many floors this poem can reach." ”

The two sat down with each other's arms, looked at each other for a moment, smiled in unison, and finally continued to sit side by side, looking at the suddenly lit up building wall.

"This poem is brighter than the "Ci Heming" of Chang Liu Gongzi just now!"

"Such a good poem will surely become famous all over the world!"

"It's the first floor, the first floor!"

Thousands of people inside and outside the building were staring intently at the "Millennium Chronicle" that appeared on the wall of the building, and every time they jumped a floor, they would hear louder cheers and screams than before.

This is a poem that compares Yuejiang to Emperor Shang, as long as it is Yuejiang people, there is no one who is not happy to look at it, so it receives the highest voice.

Third floor!

10th floor!

Twentieth floor!

"Millennium" seems to be infected with the pride in the poems, even the rise exudes a spirit of looking down on the world, under the gaze of thousands of people, it jumps one after another as if it is endless, all the way up and down, and soon equaled the twenty-nine floors where Changliu's "Ci Heming" is located!

"Equal, tie!"

"It's going to be overtaken!"

"It will definitely be surpassed, because this is the best poem written for us in Yuejiang City!"

"How many floors can it go?"

Countless people are nervous and happy, looking forward to this "Millennium Story" can get higher evaluation and results! )