Chapter 644: Linjiangxian?

Chapter 644: Linjiangxian?

This time, Li Yan forced himself into a dead end. He looked at the scenery outside, and began to think about his past memories, hoping to find a poem that suits the situation to deal with the current situation. He also got rid of Su Liangqi before. Mr. Su wanted to make a scholar and live in a regular life, so this reputation is very important. It is better to maintain it if it is not a last resort. Therefore, he also worked hard to read and practice calligraphy before.

Three people and two slaves stared at Li Yan in total, making him feel like he was on his back and was uncomfortable all over.

Trying to forget all this, Li Yan began to concentrate.[

After all, this good poem cannot be written too quickly, and he is not a poet who opens his mouth and comes. Otherwise, it would be a tragic thing if others call him seven steps to become a poem. Well, let's talk about it for a stick of incense first.

A stick of incense said it was not long, but the few people were waiting urgently, so they felt like they were living like the age of the year.

"This person has been standing for so long, it's impossible to think of it." A maid who stretched out his hand muttered. Although the voice was small, no one here could hear it.

Li Bailian whispered: "Shut up, good poems often take several days or even several months to complete. Do you think they are cabbage on the street? If you want to have them, you can get them. After you go back, you will be fined ten hours, which is embarrassing."

Li Yi smiled in his heart and said, "This elder sister is very good at singing. The maid is well-behaved and smart. If you don't have you, would she say that? It's okay to deceive ordinary people, but if you want to cheat me, it's a little bit."

But at this moment, Li Yan suddenly moved, and he opened his mouth and said, "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes."

"It's not poetry but lyrics." Li Yi was immediately surprised.

"It is also a description of the sunset, but the nine rivers flowing through the capital in the distance. I thought I would make some poems about the sunset, but the momentum at the beginning was so powerful that I directly regarded the heroes of the world as a wave in the big river. It was really heroic." Li Bailian's eyes flashed, and she listened to the following sentences attentively to see what the whole poem would be like.

Li Yan paused and continued to chant: "Right and wrong, success and failure turn around, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

"Okay, the first stanza is so profound. I don't know what about this next stanza." Mu Baifei shouted in his heart and began to admire him. Sure enough, his friend was very literary. He probably had no secrets before.

"The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river bank, and they are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. They meet each other happily in a pot of turbid wine. How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing."

After the poem was chanted, the three of them were chanting repeatedly in their hearts, and they felt more and more wonderful.

"Okay, a good thing about many things in ancient and modern times is just a joke." Li Yi strode his hands and praised, with an expression of excitement.

Li Bailian's eyes were also shining with beautiful eyes. Compared with the poems that sang praises by scholars I met before, Li Yan's poems were more heroic and grand, and also had a thought-provoking artistic conception. It can be said that it is unique and suits his own taste.
Chapter completed!