"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
Li Changan waved his hand, and the literary spirit that permeated his body suddenly disappeared and turned into a literary pen.
One by one, the thin golden characters landed on the gold list with an ethereal and ethereal aura.
On the Chu Kingdom Golden List scroll in the sky, there was a bright moon appearing in the sky.
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."
In the bright moon, fairy palaces, towers, pavilions and pavilions appear. When the poems fall, the bright moon also appears, making people unable to help but yearn for the fairyland in the sky.
"Dancing and clearing the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world."
After Shangque finished writing, the capital city, which had been abuzz with "Qinyuan Spring·Snow", slowly calmed down.
Everyone was attracted by the wonderful artistic conception outlined.
Free, romantic, unrestrained, and transcendent.
Drink with the blue sky, ride on the wind and climb to the Moon Palace.
Not only yearning for fairyland, but also nostalgic for the human world.
With such a pen, the artistic conception of birth and entry into the world is written, which makes people feel broad-minded and yearning.
Li Changan writes without finishing,
"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."
In these few sentences, the topic changed, and the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was associated with farewells in the world, and I was grateful for the impermanence of separation and separation in life.
The capital became even more silent because of this.
The faint sorrow is not as strong, but it is like a thread wrapped around my heart, which is difficult to untie no matter what.
Even the third-grade Confucian scholars were affected by these words.
And the vision diffused on the golden list scroll is even more cold.
It seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, making people feel even more worried.
There were even some tourists who were far away from home and couldn't help but cry softly.
Among the crowd outside Yongan Gate, Liu Zhiyin hugged Liu Linglong, with tears in her eyes.
Liu Linglong was already taller than Liu Zhiyin at this time, and her face that had not yet completely blossomed completely blossomed.
Earlier, Li Changan believed that she was the only woman who could rival Annan Zhi's appearance, and now she finally lived up to her expectations.
But it is different from Annan Gardenia’s cold and fairy-like appearance.
Liu Linglong looks like the lotus in the painting, with a hint of coolness between her eyebrows.
She held Liu Zhiyin's shoulders and whispered softly, "Sister, this is what my brother wrote to us..."
High above the sky,
Zhao Hongshan broke free from the sadness of missing his family outlined in this poem, and when he looked at the poems on the scroll of the golden list, he was greatly shocked.
This time, Li Changan no longer spoke loudly, but with a detached attitude, he wrote words and sentences that could affect the state of mind of a third-grade scholar.
Moisturizes things silently and refreshes the heart.
There is only one last sentence left, how would this kid write it?
Continue to deepen this sadness? Or return to the moon palace and cut off the sadness?
Even though there was still one sentence missing, he was already sure that this was another excellent piece of poetry that would suppress the world.
It's just... there's still something missing.
Just look at the last sentence.
At this moment, Li Changan's last words appeared on the gold list scroll.
"I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
Zhao Hongshan's heart suddenly stopped, and he clenched his fist tightly and said, "It's done."
The last two sentences raise the idea of the entire poem to another level.
"Wonderful..."
Shen Shijun on the side couldn't help but admired, "The last two sentences are the finishing touch and the sublimation sentence."
"'May people live forever' transcends the limitations of time, and 'share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart' transcends the shackles of space."
"The idea is fantastic, the path is unique, and it is extremely romantic. It can be called the swan song in the poem "Ode to the Moon."
He pointed to the words in the golden scroll,
"The first half of the poem is written vertically, and the second half is described horizontally. The first part is a high-rise building, and the second part is full of twists and turns."
"The brushwork is intricate and looping, swaying in various shapes. The upper part rises in the sky, and the place where it enters seems to be empty; the lower part has cascading waves, returning to virtuality and solidity. Finally, the virtuality and reality intertwine, slowly forming a knot."
"The intention is lofty, the conception is novel, the artistic conception is fresh and picturesque, and finally it ends with broad-minded feelings, the feelings are naturally revealed, the emotion and charm are both winning, and the realm is magnificent."
"This poem is full of beautiful sentences, which is really impressive."
"How on earth did he write such poetry? It's simply unbelievable."
As he spoke, on the golden scroll scroll posted by the Chu State, luck once again turned into a golden dragon and leaped into the air.
This time, the luck dragon did not roar up to the sky, but just swam in the air, and its literary energy was like the cold moonlight, falling on the world.
It's a little cold, but refreshing.
Turning the capital into a paradise on earth.
Countless people raised their hands, trying to catch the moonlight, which was as beautiful as a picture scroll.
Annan Zhi, who was stuck in Wangfuji, couldn't help but extend her hand.
This elegant moonlight seemed to favor her particularly, and kept dancing around her.
The hosta on her head slipped off, and her black hair fell down like a waterfall to her waist.
It made her look more and more like a fairy in the moon, cold and refined, not like a human face.
Even Cui Yue, who had been following him, was dumbfounded.
Little...Miss is so beautiful...
Zhou Ziyu on the side rubbed her eyes violently, then quickly took a step back, "Oh my god, you look like this makes me confused."
"Let's change into women's clothes next time..."
"You are so beautiful in men's clothing. I'm afraid you will have to like men's style in the future."
"No wonder Brother Chang'an was always a little afraid of you when we were in Dongyue. I guess he was worried about this."
"Grandma, this is an indiscriminate attack..."
Annan Zhiliuye narrowed her eyes slightly, tapped her jade finger lightly, and an ice pick mercilessly pierced Zhou Ziyu's thigh.
Zhou Ziyu, who was chattering endlessly, jumped out of the window with a "ouch", and there was a sudden noise downstairs.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room,
Dugu Zhao, who had washed away all his beauty, was wearing plain clothes, leaning against the window, looking at the elegant moonlight falling in the sky, and couldn't help but reach out his hand,
"I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart..."
"Who else can I hope to be with me for a long time?"
The feeling of missing family... has long become a luxury in this cold palace.
From the moment she walked into the palace, family affection was no longer family affection.
And from then on, she became the puppet of the emperor who was obsessed with immortality.
After more than ten years of hard work, it has finally become orthodox step by step.
But I... will always be just one person.
No relatives, no confidants...
I don’t even know what longing is...
"Li Chang'an..." Dugu Zhao's red eyes flashed with a look of joy, "One moment the country was so beautiful, but now we are thousands of miles apart."
"It just so happens that Da Jin needs you now, and I can't kill you for being so double-minded."
She put her hands on the window sill, rested her chin lightly on it, and her long hair fell to the ground. She looked at the bright moon in the sky, wondering what she was thinking in her heart.
The dragon transformed from the fortune of the Chu State picked up the vision of the bright moon and turned into a stream of light, escaping into Li Changan's sea of consciousness.
This time, the Dharma Appearance of the Great Sun Tathagata and the Dharma Appearance of the Netherworld are still facing each other, and no one takes the lead in fighting for it.
Li Chang'an took advantage of the situation and incorporated it into the Cang Sheng She Ji Ding, so as to prevent the two major magical powers from competing for each other and fighting.
The Six Nations Poetry Association has a total of six rankings, and now three of them have been announced first.
There are only three poems left that can be passed down through the ages, shining brightly in the sky.
The scribes of Chu State looked pale, as if they were mourning for their heirs.
They... also lost!
The list snatched from the hands of Zhou and Qi also fell into the hands of others.
When I read "Shui Diao Ge Tou" again, I felt even more melancholy.
The common people and scribes in the capital have not yet recovered from this.
It is obviously just a poem chanting the moon, but it has made countless people fall into the artistic conception of the poem.
Although there are no majestic verses that are so heroic and deafening, the whole poem has a transcendent and transcendent spirit that is even more lasting.
"Uncle Zhongyong is the immortal in poetry!"
The top Wen Zong Wei Wen couldn't help but admire it.
The other literary sects all nodded in agreement.
A song called "Jianjinjiu" may not be enough to call it a fairy, but if there is another song called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", who can argue with it?
In comparison, these literary sects are like mortals trying to spy on the immortals. They can never figure out how to write such poems.
It’s nothing like human poetry!
When everyone was in a difficult mood because of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", Li Changan took Chen Anyian to the place between the "Mountain" list and the "Wind" list.