Three hundred and ninetieth chapters alone cover the whole Tang
"Our Qin State is world-renowned for its literature, and poetry accounts for a large part of our culture. With it, we can let our thoughts and feelings be passed down through the ages.
When we are depressed, we can use it to express our feelings. When we are happy, we can use it to express our feelings. Tonight, taking advantage of the beautiful moonlight, please write the most beautiful poems."
Yu Qingman on the stage moved his hand, and the golden lotus lanterns in the formation disappeared instantly, revealing the original appearance of the sky.
Looking up at the sky, the stars are bright and the moonlight is pleasant. Many people are immersed in the beauty of the moonlight.
After a while, someone woke up, picked up a pen, and wrote down his feelings.
On the other side, Yunjie and Bainian did nothing and looked at each other in unison. Their eyes were full of fighting spirit, and they were cursing each other's failure in their hearts.
Yun Qing grinded it and started writing on the white paper. His speed was very fast, as if he already had the answer in his heart.
Fang Yu didn't start writing. He was still thinking about which poem he should write. There were too many ancient poems about the moon in his mind, and he didn't know which one to choose. Should he write about the pinnacle of the Mid-Autumn Moon, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", or "Loneliness"?
It partially covers the entire Tang Dynasty's "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night".
Fang Yu thought for a while and chose "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" to wait until he has the opportunity to write them again.
Fang Yu picked up the pen in his hand and left his mark on the white paper.
The two sisters Gu Yueling and Gu Yufei knew nothing, so they simply watched Fang Yu write. In their eyes, whatever Fang Yu did was pleasing to the eye.
Soon, many people wrote the poems they thought of. Although most of the poems they wrote exuded white brilliance, and some even had no movement at all, their faces were full of joy.
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There are also some people who write their best poems and are so ecstatic that everyone around them is happy for them.
Some of the remaining people were writing, while others were immersed in thinking. Even Yun Jie's uncle was thinking about how he should write well. Fang Yu was still writing hard without stopping at all.
The length of what he has written has exceeded a poem written by some people, which also attracted some people's attention.
"Is that person just putting on a show? He writes for such a long time?"
"Maybe it's in this word?"
"Looking at his energy, I think it's possible for him to write a novel."
"I advise you to speak less. That person is a friend of Mr. Bai Mansion. If he hears it, he might benefit from you."
"Tsk, this kind of person who pretends to be powerful is the most disgusting."
"Hey, it seems you were favored by him just now, right?"
Of course Fang Yu could hear what these people said clearly with his hearing, but he was too lazy to say anything. The level was different, so he just thought these people were farting.
After a while, Yun Qing finished writing his poem.
Yun Jie went over to read it. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he thought it was pretty good.
"Uncle Qing, are you done?"
"Well, it's finished."
"Then can I take it over?"
"Go ahead."
Yunjie rolled up the white paper with the poem written on it and ran to Bainian's side.
"Why, your eldest brother is still writing. It looks like he is writing randomly, right?" Yun Jie said maliciously.
"Haha, how can you understand my elder brother's state?" Bainian said disdainfully.
"Yes, yes, your eldest brother is great. However, my Uncle Qing has already written his own poem. How long will it take for your eldest brother to do it?" Yun Jie asked.
"How do I know? Don't disturb him, or I won't be done with you." Bai Nian warned.
"Oh, I just want to disturb you, so what can you do to me?" Yun Jie said with disdain.
"Can you try?" Bainian looked at Yun Jie coldly, and pressed his heavy sword force on Yun Jie.
At this time, Yun Qing came over, and with a wave of his hand, Bai Nian's sword power was broken.
Bainian looked at Yun Qing with a wary expression. Yun Qing didn't make any unnecessary moves, he just looked at Fang Yu.
It didn't take long for Fang Yu to write the last word. Then he remembered something and rolled it up.
"You come first, I come first?" Yun Qing asked.
"The bet you proposed, of course you come first." Bainian said.
"good."
Yun Jie stepped forward and revealed the poem written by Yun Qing. As soon as the poem was unfolded, a blue brilliance soared into the sky. This blue cucumber seed also has a bit of purple aura, which is extremely precious.
"Poetry at the pinnacle of the seventh realm, he is a master of both poetry and painting."
"Two masters of poetry and painting?!"
"This talent is too strong!"
"It would be worthwhile if ordinary people had half his talent."
"Don't forget, his chess skills are not bad either."
Everyone was shocked by Yun Qing's talent, and also attracted by the scene shown in the poem. Countless bamboos stretched out from the ground, and soon formed a bamboo forest. There was even a faint sound of piano in the bamboo forest, bringing peace and tranquility to people.
The state of mind is intoxicating.
"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to shine." (Note: This is a poem by Wang Wei.)
"What a poem, what a poem."
"With this poem, the entire Qin State will have the name of Yunqing."
"After reading this poem, my martial arts practice has improved a lot."
"How?" Yun Qing looked at Fang Yu and asked.
"Not bad." Fang Yu nodded.
"Not bad?" Yun Qing raised his eyebrows, and his poem turned out to be just good.
Fang Yu didn't explain much, but unfolded his poem scroll. The golden brilliance shot up to the sky instantly, attracting everyone's attention. Even the man in the palace was alarmed by this movement.
"Go and take a look."
"yes."
“The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky were of the same color without any dust, and there was a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds fade away slowly, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is in trouble tonight? Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.
The jade cannot be rolled out of the door curtain, but it will come back after being pounded and brushed on the clothes anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The flow of spring in the river is almost gone, and the moon has set in the river pool and is tilting to the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.”
Above people's heads, a meandering river rushes past. The white sandy beach exudes silver brilliance, and the fish in the river jump out of the water. All this looks so beautiful under the moonlight.