Chapter 545: Thousands of branches and flowers bloom
As soon as the poem came out, the world was shocked.
"His... literary skills have been restored!?" The hearts of countless scribes jumped.
Especially the third-grade scholars standing high in the sky are even more unbelievable.
Even if the innate cultural casket is shattered, the literary way can still be restored. How is it possible?
Could it be that a heritage document was used!?
But none of this matters now.
When the poem "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky" appeared, everyone was shocked by the billowing momentum that came towards them and their breath was stagnated.
"This...this..." Even a third-grade scholar was stunned by such a poem.
How could there be such a shocking statement!?
With just this sentence, the entire capital city seemed to be suppressed and fell into silence.
Especially in Yong'an Square, tens of thousands of scribes all looked at the sky. Those few dozen words stretched across the sky like mountains, occupying all their sights.
The mocking faces of the Five Kingdoms scribes were stunned for a moment, and the mockery in Ji Wen's eyes seemed to have been shattered by a heavy punch.
"How...how is this possible!?"
How could such a powerful poem be written by a scribe from the declining Jin Dynasty?
The scribes of a country are closely related to the destiny of the country.
The country's fortunes are prosperous, and the poetry and prose of its domestic literati are naturally as powerful as a rainbow.
On the other hand, looking at the decline of the country's fortunes, the decline in the scribes' poems cannot be concealed no matter what.
Most of the poems written by the hundreds of thousands of scribes in the Jin Dynasty were like this.
If the country's fortunes are not prosperous, how can it support such a prosperous poem?
Unless, this person has the ambition to swallow up the world!
Taking the mountains and rivers of the world as one's own heart and swallowing thousands of miles with anger, one can naturally write such a poem.
But this... is undoubtedly the most taboo thing for the royal families of various countries.
Just the first two sentences seem to be carrying the wind and sea rain, rushing towards the world.
The top literary sects of the Jin Kingdom looked at the first two sentences and were filled with admiration.
Wei Wen could not control the excitement in his heart.
Although his poems occupy the third place on the "water" list, in front of these two poems, it is like the difference between a small pond and a big river.
I am still delving into the art of exquisite carving.
But with just two sentences, Li Changan unleashed his mighty spirit, and his carefully crafted poem was instantly overwhelmed.
"The Yellow River has a long source and a huge drop. It starts from the Qin State in the west and flows down hundreds of thousands of miles as if falling from the sky. It reaches the Qi State in the east and flows into the sea."
"Such a magnificent scene cannot be witnessed by human eyes. These two sentences of Uncle Zhongyong are extremely exaggerated and can be called miraculous workmanship."
"The first sentence says that the coming of the great river is unstoppable; the second sentence writes that the going of the great river is irresistible. As it rises and then subsides, the flavor of the chanting of rolling back and forth arises spontaneously."
"He is worthy of being the loyal and brave uncle who single-handedly suppressed the Wen Sheng Bang."
Before he finished speaking, exclamations swept over him like a tide.
Wei Wen looked up,
Li Changan's second line of poetry has already soared into the sky.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
It's like one wave has not subsided, and another wave arises.
There were constant exclamations in the capital.
Even ordinary people can feel the majestic atmosphere of the four lines of poetry written by Li Changan.
Even the third-grade Confucians high up in the sky had to admire it.
"If the first two sentences are an exaggeration of the spatial category, these two sentences are an exaggeration of the time category."
"I lament that life is short, but I don't say it outright, but I say, 'The mirror in the high hall is sad and has white hair, scratching its head and looking at the shadow, and saying nothing, just like a painting."
"The whole process of life from youth to old age is described as a matter of "morning" and "twilight", and the originally short time is said to be even shorter."
"It's like the first two sentences, which make the originally magnificent Yellow River even more magnificent."
The virtuous public relations officer of the Imperial Academy gave the first gift. Looking at the poems and essays hanging on the gold list, he could not contain his excitement.
Such poetry and prose were born in the Jin Dynasty, and the fate of the Jin Dynasty was really saved.
"Li Changan's poems can really be said to be astonishing and majestic." Qin Zhenliang also admired it.
With just four sentences, it has already occupied the top spot on the gold list scroll.
It is no exaggeration to say that if such poems are released, the world will be suppressed.
And judging from the situation, there must be some shocking words later.
Within the capital, everyone from Dugu Zhao in the palace, to the ministers of various government offices, to the tens of thousands of students in the four courtyards and the first prison, all looked up to the sky.
It's like looking up at a sky-high peak.
Li Changan's poems are eloquent, but with a powerful and powerful momentum, they rush into the gold list scroll.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups."
"An Wensheng, Zhou Wufu, please don't stop drinking when you are about to drink."
"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."
On the golden scroll, the golden light turned into light rain and fell down.
The fate of a mansion melted into a furnace seems to break free from the shackles of the golden list, turn into a dragon, and roar up to the sky.
But the other five golden scrolls seemed to be suppressed, their golden light was dim, and they lost the appearance of rising luck from the previous days.
Some scribes who studied poetry all day long looked at the poems in the sky, and their bodies trembled with excitement.
What could be more exciting than witnessing the birth of a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation?
"'To be happy in life, you must have all the fun.' This seems to be advocating carpe diem, but it is just an appearance."
"Zhongyongbo used an optimistic tone at the end to affirm himself: 'I am born with talents that will be useful.' This is really a good sentence that makes people applaud."
There was a decrepit old man, pointing to the verses in the sky, and said excitedly to the young scribes beside him,
"How can the word 'I' in this sentence refer to Uncle Zhongyong? The 'I' here refers to the great self, and even refers to me, the Great Jin Dynasty. Why not?"
“Remember, ‘I am born with talent and will be useful’!”
Everyone in the capital was watching the poem shining brightly in the sky.
Many people have felt the inspiring meaning conveyed by Zhongyong Bo through his poems.
The entire capital city was shocked at first, but gradually turned into a vigorous and exciting excitement.
"'You will come back again after all the money you have spent!' This is another astonishing statement with a high degree of confidence. It can drive money without being controlled by money, which is enough to make all ordinary people speechless."
"This sentence is the pride deep in the bones, and it is definitely not a ten thousandth of it that can be obtained by posturing."
"The courage of the loyal and brave uncle is rare in ancient times!"
"With this grandeur, Zhongyong Bo described a grand feast."
"It's definitely not, 'Do you want one or two plates of food? One or two pots of wine?' It's about 'cooking sheep and slaughtering cows' whole, and you won't do it until you drink 'three hundred cups.'"
give up."
There were scribes interpreting it, and the people nearby applauded it and were fascinated.
Just a few lines of poetry shook the atmosphere of the capital.
An Nan Zhi and Zhou Ziyu, who had originally hurried to Yong'an Gate, suddenly stopped when they saw the following two sentences.
"This...is this talking about us?" Zhou Ziyu looked at the three words "Zhou Wufu" and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"We also want to leave our name in history!"
Zhou Ziyu was so excited that his eyes were shining, "This poem will definitely be passed down through the ages. Even the vast river cannot bury it."
"Brother An, we are going to leave our names in history because of Brother Li's poem!"
An Nanzhi was still dressed as a man at this time. She looked at the poem with the light flowing in the sky, and her eyes were filled with an indescribable look.
It seems to recall the scene when we were still in Dongyue County and went to Jiaofangsi to drink together.
It was that night of drunkenness that made them form an indissoluble bond.
In front of the golden list of Wing On Plaza,
Li Changan wrote faster, as if he was integrated with the poem.
The wild feeling becomes more and more exciting, and the melody of the poem also speeds up.
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, King Chen had great banquets, wine fights and endless banter."
"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to sell it at your own discretion."
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
The remaining verses are composed in one breath, like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers pouring thousands of miles.
The wild literary energy surged out of Li Changan, turning into a long waterfall running against the sky between heaven and earth, shaking the golden scroll.
When the last "eternal sorrow" falls.
Suddenly there was a burst of clear thunder in the sky.
The fortune of the Jin Dynasty that was entrenched on the golden scroll could no longer be suppressed and turned into a ten-foot-long golden dragon, roaring up to the sky.
Then it soared straight into the sky and hovered over the capital, scattering literary snowflakes one after another.
On this day, the spring breeze has not yet come, and thousands of branches and flowers are in bloom.