"The setting sun, grass and trees, ordinary alleys, humane people once lived."

When Jiang Yi saw that his ancestor had finished reciting the first sentence, he stopped reciting it, so he stepped forward and Lang recited:

"Thinking back then, the swords and iron horses were so powerful that they were as powerful as tigers."

When the queen heard that she was thinking, Xin Qiji's eyes lit up, she looked at Jiang Yi with a radiant light, and said with him:

"Yuan Jia Caocao, sealed the wolf's servant, won the big shot in a hurry--"

Seeing this, Jiang Yi suppressed his voice very low, acting as a traction, allowing his ancestors to recite this poem to their heart's content.

He didn't think that after he had been in charge for a while, the words he read could be better than those recited by his ancestors.

Seeing that his ancestors were completely engaged, he lowered his voice even more and later he directly stroked silently.

On the other hand, after Xin Qiji's ancestors entered, his voice became more and more ups and downs, and he instantly became more erect and more inspiration, but the whole tone revealed worry and helplessness.

As if he had first climbed to Beiguting, he remembered Sun Zhongmou and Liu Yu.

After experiencing the eternal world, it is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan again.

The dance halls of the past were still there, but the heroes no longer existed as time passed.

The setting sun shines on ordinary alleys covered with grass and trees. People say that it was where Liu Yu once lived.

Looking back on how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost territory.

However, Liu Yu's son Liu Yilong was very happy and rushed to the north. Instead, he asked Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty to take the opportunity to rush his troops south and return to the north bank of the Yangtze River, and was severely injured by his opponent!

Once upon a time, I was just about to get old, but now I have white hair on my temples.

The prince’s “Don’t wait, the young man’s head is gone, and he is so sad!” hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

But he has done his best. No matter what position the court gives him, he will do his best to the best of his ability and strive to let the court see his efforts.

But, now, how could the court use an old man in his sixties?

As soon as he thought of this, Xin Qiji couldn't help but sigh to the sky:

"Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon of Yangzhou Road!"

"It's worth looking back. Under the Buddha's temple, there is a piece of divine crow club drum. Who asked: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

His voice resounded throughout the rainy night, and the heavy rain hit him like a sharp stone.

He closed his eyes and opened it again. The world around him was vast, just like his life had no direction.

Suddenly, as if he was remembering something, he immediately calmed down and looked at Jiang Yi, intending to call a servant to bring an umbrella to avoid being exposed to the young man.

But when the two eyes met, he saw an unexpected sense of confidence in Jiang Yi's eyes.

No matter how hard the rain was, he did not retreat back to the pavilion, but stood silently in front of him, straightening his body as if a javelin was standing upright.

There were only black hairs on his head without white hair!

Isn’t he the same person today?

Xin Qiji couldn't help but think so.

Jiang Yi and him were half a meter away, one green and one old, and they looked very close, but it seemed very far away.

The two looked at each other and finished chanting this song together: "Yongyule·Nostalgia of the Ancients of Jingkou Beiguting", the sound is the best in history, and the sounds of countless audiences lingered in their ears.

They, one seems to see the past, the other seems to see the future.

Many years later, Jiang Yi and many young audiences will also be covered in white hair like their ancestors.

And the white-haired ancestor was also the first young man with a black hair?

Jiang Yi stretched out his hands at him, clasped his hands and bowed, and bowed to him to respect the ancients.

The ancestor waited for him to finish his tribute with a serious expression and asked, "Young Master, how could you do this poem?"

Jiang Yi said solemnly: "Ancestors, not only juniors, but tens of millions of scholars from later generations have memorized this poem by you."

"Remember the words?"

Xin Qiji said in surprise: "What do you think of memorizing the lyrics?"

"Many poems are just my improvisational work, why do you memorize them?"

As soon as he heard this question, the Chinese audience suddenly smiled happily.

"Did you see it? The ancestors said they don't need to recite it!"

"You said this to our ancestors personally. If we don't know how to recite your poem, don't blame us!"

Jiang Yi said: "Later generations recite poems, just like ancestors reading ancient classics, working tirelessly."

"Haha, Jiang Shen, do you dare to exaggerate more? Why didn't I see that I'm working tirelessly?"

"You know something upstairs, okay, can Shen Jiang say in front of his ancestors: Ah, ancestors, we have to recite your poems?"

"Well, it makes sense. I'm young. Jiang Shen, if you are threatened, you will blink!"

The audience was suddenly happy. Isn’t this talking about future generations and ancestors speaking about ancestors?

Sure enough, the highest level of chatting is to make the other person happy.

Some people from the outside world heard this poem and found nothing but confused.

But seeing Jiang Yi and Xin Qiji recite so much, coupled with the atmosphere on the rainy night, it actually makes people feel a sense that even if they don’t understand it, they still make people feel wanton.

For the first time, they felt that they didn't understand the Fenglang Juxu and Yuanjia Caocao, and they were like a thorn in their throats. They felt like they had lost something, and they always felt a little uncomfortable if they didn't understand it.

This feeling is like walking on the street and accidentally heard a nice English song, but I just don’t know what its name is and how to type this word.

"Any compatriot who has learned Chinese can tell me in detail whether the meaning and background of this poem?"

Many people from outside the world asked each other in English, and for the first time they found themselves as illiterate. They clearly saw a very good artistic conception, but they could be substituted by sounds. They could understand why the people in the painting were melancholy, but they were reluctant to do so. Know what it means inside.

"Oh, I think I want to learn Chinese. What kind of charm does this nation have?"

"I think these poems are no less than many modern poets, but we can't understand them..."

"I have seen this poem in China before, and I have tried to read it in Chinese, but I have not felt the artistic conception at all. Maybe I don't know its background!"

"Now that I know, I hear it from the show and read it again, and I find that there are really many essences that I missed in the first place!"

A foreigner who had studied Chinese in China excitedly tapped the barrage:

"I only know now why Jiang Yi said that China is not only filled with Qin Emperor and Han Wu, but also with poetry, songs and dances, and beautiful articles!"

"If I truly understand these, I think everyone will be infected by the ambitions and sentiments of the ancestors of China. Just by looking at these poems, we can see the scene of an era!"

At this moment, more and more people have opened the door to understand the culture of Chinese poetry.

They originally thought that these poems would be finished at most a few hundred poems.

But later, the more they learned about it, the more they felt that there were countless, so they simply checked the specific numbers...

About 20,000 works of Song Ci are alive…
Chapter completed!