I, compose the 5000 years of China

Chapter 62 "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi"

Let's talk about writing poetry.

Xin Qiji's poems are average.

But when it comes to writing lyrics, Xin Qiji can be ranked in the top three.

Together with Su Shi, he is called Su Xin, and with Li Qingzhao, he is called Jinan Er'an, and he is also known as the dragon in the word.

Even if you take out a hand casually, it is still a first-class and superior work.

Think about it.

Chen Fan directly moved the song "Qing Ping Le Village Dwelling".

[The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the grass is green on the stream.Wu Yin is so charming when he is drunk, but whose family is Weng Yu with white hair?
The older son is hoeing the east of Douxi, and the middle son is weaving chicken coops.I like the death of a child the most, lying on the head of the stream and stripping the lotus pods...]

Since he was not reused by others, Xin Qiji went home to farm.

This poem is about the situation when Xin Qiji went home to farm.

But although it is farming, unlike others, his farming is not boring at all.

[Look at the thatched hut in front of you, the eaves are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.The drunken Wu dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family is that old man with white hair?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son is busy weaving chicken coops.The most beloved is the youngest son, who is lying on the grass in Xitou, peeling off the lotus pods he just picked...]

Xin Qiji's words are easy to understand.

As soon as the song "Qing Ping Le Village Dwelling" came out, many netizens felt that they were already in the village.

"good words."

"Both civil and military, I believe this time."

"Sure enough, I can become a year-end friend with Mr. Lu You, I admire it."

Although everyone may not have a good level of writing words.

But in terms of appreciation level, it is not ordinary.

How about a poem or a word, just take it out and read it.

Although this song "Qing Ping Le" is simple, it reads smoothly and has a very artistic conception.

"Damn, what's your situation, don't worship so much, okay?"

"Xiaodao, aren't you Fan Ge's brainless fan? What, you think this poem is not good?"

"No, no, I think it's all right."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Cut... It's not that you don't know. It's said that Xin Qiji wrote this poem, but it was actually written by Brother Fan. If we applaud loudly, there will probably be one poem today."

"what do you mean?"

"We should say some bad reviews to stimulate Brother Fan, maybe Brother Fan will have an explosion today."

"what……"

In the super hardcore fan group, Chen Fan was not in this group, and Chen Xiaodao, the group leader, came up with an idea.

Everyone rolled their eyes and felt that Chen Xiaodao's idea was really a thief.

then.

More than 100 irons joined hands, swiped the screen and said, "Brother Fan, we think this song is average."

"That's right, although it's okay overall, it's far behind Mr. Lu You."

"Yes, yes, how can this poem be compared with Lu You's."

After finishing reciting Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le Village House", I originally planned to end here today, when I saw the bad comments from a group of die-hard fans.

"These guys, are their eyes so high?"

"Is this word normal?"

I thought about it.

Chen Fan said: "Okay, let's enjoy another one."

Say it.

Chen Fan carried the song again.

[Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and they fall in love with upstairs.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it.I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn. 】

This is Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

The meaning is also easy to understand.

Almost no explanation was needed from Chen Fan, and all the netizens applauded.

After a while of applause, there was another series of bad reviews.

"This one is slightly better than the last one, and it's a bit like Mr. Lu You."

"Well, it makes sense to some extent, but it is actually similar to Mr. Lu You's "be aware of this matter and practice it"."

"Overall, it's still a lot worse than Mr. Lu You."

Chen Fan has not yet responded to this remark.

Some other netizens don't understand.

"Who are these people, black fans?"

"I feel like a black fan. It's obvious that Xin Qiji's poem is so well written, and he said it's worse than Lu You."

"Actually, there is no need to compare. I like Lu You and Xin Qiji too. Do we have to compare each other? Besides, one of them writes poems and the other writes words. The types are different, so it is difficult to compare .”

It's just, talking and talking... when the netizens feel that these guys are black fans.

For some reason, they saw more people joining the team of bad reviews.

"These little smarts, so it is, so it is."

have to say.

The IQ of the netizens is still very high.

Originally, they thought that there were a bunch of black fans in the live broadcast room.

But after thinking about it for a while, they understood.

This is not black powder.

The reason why they said this was entirely to deceive a few more poems written by the anchor.

This is not.

If everyone applauds, with the anchor's personality...then there's nothing else to say, let's stop here.

even.

I will greet you again, and the little gift will walk around.

But now.

A lot of bad reviews are coming, hehe... Let's see what awesome poems the anchor has hidden.

"What's your situation?"

Seeing more and more bad reviews, Chen Fan felt a little headache.

Are there many classic poems in this world?
or.

Everyone in this world has a high level of appreciation?

Chen Fan was a little uncertain.

Immediately, Chen Fan said again: "Then there is another song."

After all, another new word appeared.

[The bright moon leaves the branches to frighten the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that there is a good year, and one can hear the sound of frogs.

Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.In the old days, by the forest side of Maodian Society, Luzhuanxi Bridge suddenly appeared. 】

This song "Moon on the West River, Walking in the Yellow Sand Road at Night" can be regarded as one of Xin Qiji's most classic representative works.

basically.

Anyone who has completed the nine-year compulsory study will recite this poem.

Not only recite.

This poem is really well written.

Close your eyes, and you may come to a place like a paradise.

"I'm so stupid, it really hides a masterpiece."

"Xiaodao, you are a god."

"The bright moon does not frighten the magpies, the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night... Ahhh, I like it, I like it, I like it so much."

In the die-hard fan group, everyone was very excited.

with the other side.

A group of other netizens who followed Chen Xiaodao and the others to shake their wits were also stunned by Chen Fan's words.

"The anchor is really talented."

"No, just now we just wanted to scam him, but unexpectedly, we cheated out a masterpiece."

"How about we cheat again?"

"Yes, yes."

A group of netizens reached a tacit agreement.

Immediately, another comment appeared.

"This one is okay, slightly better than the previous one."

"The writing is actually good, but there are still flaws."

"It still feels a little worse than Mr. Lu You, just a little... But it's still worse."

If it's one person or two people saying that, it's fine.

can.

When Chen Fan saw it, it was...a lot of people said that.

"Damn, is the level of appreciation in this world really that high?"

Chen Fan couldn't believe it.

He plans to read more literary works in this world after the broadcast.

but.

Before flipping through the literary works of this world, no matter what Chen Fan said, he had to get them done first.

Correct.

Necessary to get done.

"You wait..."

Scratching fists.

Chen Fan searched Xin Qiji's works in his mind.

At this time.

An extremely stunning song, "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi", which was also cited by countless people in later generations, appeared here:
[Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night.Even blowing down, the stars are like rain.BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road.The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden strands.Laughter filled with dark fragrance.People look for him thousands of Baidu.Looking back suddenly, the man was there, in a dimly lit place. 】

(End of this chapter)