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Chapter 279 Three Songs of Long Lovesickness, the Poet Saint Liu Nan is Amazing
"What a sauvignon blanc, it can be said to be full of talent, it can be said to be full of true feelings.

Okay, okay, this is the work of my great poet.Damn it, this song of Sauvignon Blanc is really memorable! "

Some people applaud and congratulate at this moment, they can be said to be highly respected for this first Sauvignon Blanc.There are also people who shed tears at this poem.

"Long lovesickness, that is, my husband can write it. Lovesickness is endless, only tears flow. I like this poem, very much."

"I forgot, Huang Lun's commentary is also very exciting, this song Sauvignon Blanc, under his explanation, I finally figured it out.

I just don't know if there will be a second or third in this song of Sauvignon Blanc. "

"Talent is something so unreasonable."

……

No matter how amazed the audience in the live broadcast room was, at this moment Li Jianxue was completely immersed in this poem.

Looking at it, she couldn't help crying.Gently took the poem, and gently chanted the content of the poem.

This is what Anan wrote to her. This is the best gift she has received today.

"Anan, is there another one?"

"I rely on black coal, don't scare me, I'm so fragile, I can't stand your scare at all.

Let me go, after a while, you won't even grow taller, right?

Today, you kid, don't you really plan to compose three hundred poems? "

Meng Lingchuan looked at Liu Nan as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole speech was confused.Liu Nan laughed, then took a sip of wine, and picked up the pen in his hand again.

"Of course, if there is one, there must be another. After that, it will be the second of Sauvignon Blanc. Everyone, look forward to it!"

……

"Damn, is he crazy? Does he stop for a while? I lost it. I'm not feeling well now. I dare not watch the live broadcast.

I'm afraid that my Dao heart will be broken, and I'm also afraid that I won't be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life. "

"Mr. Liu Nan, give Zhang Mazi a face and stop writing, okay?"

"Fuck off, you pockmark, what face do you want?
One more thing, what the hell is going on, why are so many people asking Mr. to stop writing?

Just kidding, you can't take this blow, we can take it.

If you can't stand it, don't read it, go read the book, okay, don't spoil the fun here. "

"That's right, sir, you can write whatever you want, hahaha, we like to read it all day long.

Damn stuff, I must see enough today. "

……

write?

I must write it, Liu Nan who was more than six years ago, will he talk to you who are more than six years later?

Forget it, he doesn't even know that these videos of himself have been played.

So at this moment, Liu Nan is not affected in any way, and he started to create again.

As for Xue Jianjia and the group of Liu Nan's friends, they lowered their heads again and watched Liu Nan write.

This feeling is so frightening!And at this moment, Sauvignon Blanc No. [-] appeared.

"Sauvignon Blanc, in Fufeng. Luowei cries in autumn at Jinjinglan, slightly frosty and desolate, and the color is cold."

I miss you day and night, the person I miss is Fufeng.

In the autumn night, weaving mothers cry at the well fence, and the bamboo mats soaked in frost are extremely cold.

This kind of implicit beauty, this kind of yearning that a man has for a woman, really moves people.

This is the charm of poetry, this is the beauty of poetry.

The beauty of Chinese poetry that the Western Union will never understand.

You can't help being immersed in such beauty, and you can't help but have endless admiration for the poet.

So at this moment, countless people looked at Liu Nan with admiration, and watched him write the second part of Sauvignon Blanc.

Xue Jianjia's recitation has some special magnetism, just like the best reciter, reciting an ancient article.

At this moment, everyone is immersed in the world of poetry.At this moment, many people seemed to see a man expressing endless grief to the woman.

The writing is still going on, and the reading is not over yet.

"The lonely lamp is so lost in thought, he rolls up the curtain and looks at the moon and sky and sighs.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is the high sky of Qingming, and the waves of Lushui below.

The sky is long, the road is far away, the soul is flying, and the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan. "

"The solitary lamp is dim, and the thoughts are infinitely strong. Roll up the curtains, look at the bright moon and look up to the sky and sigh.

Dear people are separated by clouds in nine days.

There is a vast expanse of sky above, and below there is clear water rolling up great waves.

How hard it is to trek day and night, and it is difficult for Menghun to fly over the many mountains.

This is probably what it means when translated.

But folks, I'm really fucking scared.This second Sauvignon Blanc really scared me.

Compared with the first song, this second song is the real climax.

This poem, now I can say that there are endless works of lovesickness, and the two poems of long lovesickness are the pinnacle.

Especially this second song, whether it is the choice of words or sentences, no matter what else it is, has reached a peak.

From the beginning of the chapter to "A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds", write the lovesickness of the person in the poem "in Chang'an".

The poem depicts the image of a lonely person.

His residence is very luxurious - this can be seen from the "Golden Well Lane", but he feels lonely and empty in his heart.

The gentleman expresses the feelings of this character through the technique of rendering the environment and atmosphere layer by layer.

Write what you hear first——The weaver girl below the steps screamed sadly.

The sound of insects means that the age will be late, and the feeling of loneliness of the lonely can be seen.

Secondly, write about the feelings of the skin. It was the time when "Shuang sent Xiaohan to invade the quilt", and he couldn't sleep even more.

"Mishuang desolate" should be felt through the chilling air.

And "the color is cold" even more implies that the person has woken up without sleep.In front of my eyes is "the light of the tent is dim", which makes me more and more sad.

The character "孤" not only describes the lamp, but also portrays the character's psychology, which arouses a lot of nostalgia. "Desperate to think about it" shows the pain of his love.

So I went on to write what I saw in the scroll curtain. It was a bright moon that was beyond reach. The husband seemed to think of something in his heart, and he let out a long sigh of helplessness.

This leads to the key phrase in the poem: "Beauties are like flowers separated by clouds."

The meaning of the title of "Lauvignon Blanc" is only specifically stated here.

This flowery beauty who is missed by the poet seems to be very close, right in front of his eyes; but in the end he is far away, far away from the clouds.

Like Yue'er, it is beyond reach.From this we can see why he wanted to "sigh in emptiness".

Beautiful, beautiful, a beautiful piece of work.

This kind of work should only exist in the sky, how often do you hear it in this world?

In this life, to be able to see the birth of such a work is really a death without regrets.

Today, I, Huang, have to use all my abilities to interpret this work of Mr. Huang.

Dear friends in the live broadcast room, please follow me to enjoy Mr.'s works.

You will be proud of this piece.

Because it is the greatest honor for you to watch it be born. "

Huang Lun's explanation is very interesting. Although he just read this poem, he uses his unique talent to analyze this poem thoroughly.

It can be said that Huang Lun is a born poet.

And the audience in his live broadcast room also understood the greatness of this poem under Huang Lun's explanation.

At this time, Liu Nan took a sip of wine suddenly, then heaved a long sigh, then he took the pen and started writing again.

It was just the first part of this poem, so the next part is about to start.

"Sauvignon Blanc breaks the heart.

The sun is full of flowers and smoke, the moon is full of sorrow and sleepless.

Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Column, and the Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings.

This song is intended to be passed on by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.

Yijun is far away across the blue sky.

In the past, it was Hengbomu, but now it is a spring of tears.

If you don't believe me, my concubine will be heartbroken, and I will come back to see the mirror.

The beauty is full of flowers when she is there, and she spends the rest of the bed when she goes.

The embroidered quilt in the bed does not sleep, and it has been three years since I smell the lingering fragrance.

The fragrance will not die, and people will not come.

The yellow leaves of Acacia fall, and the white dew wets the moss. "

I miss you day and night, the lovesickness breaks my heart.

The sun is dying, the flowers are like smoke, the moonlight is like water, and the heart is sad and sleepless.

Zhao Se, who had just stopped playing the phoenix column, picked up the Shuqin and plucked the mandarin duck strings again.

It's a pity that although the song is intended to be passed down, I hope it will fly to Yanran with the spring breeze.

Miss you can not meet across the distance.

In the past, the eyes that looked forward to the brilliance have become a clear spring of tears today.

If you don't believe how painful I was, please come back and look at the haggard face in the mirror.

When the beauty is there, the hall is full of flowers; when the beauty is gone, there is only this lonely empty bed left.

The sleepless brocade quilt rolled up on the bed still has the fragrance of the night sky for three years.

The fragrance is not moist for a long time, but people never come back.

How much lovesickness does this yellow leaf fluttering add?
The dew has already soaked the moss outside the door.

At this moment, how should I put it, countless literati just want to say one thing, this poem is fucking amazing.

These two poems of Sauvignon Blanc complement each other, and these two poems of Sauvignon Blanc complement each other.

At this moment, the whole man was immersed in these two long lovesickness poems.

"If someone can write a sauvignon blah blah for me, even after death, he would be willing."

A big man's daughter, at this moment, was staring at the live broadcast room, and all the memories in her mind were the poem of Sauvignon Blanc just now.

At this moment, she was so envious of Li Jianxue.

"I really envy her. She can be accompanied by her husband, and she can become his wife. Such luck, I'm afraid she saved a universe in her previous life, right?"

……

"Envy me? Hehehe, why don't I envy you all?
At least many of you are accompanied by your loved ones.

and I?
I can only dream back in the middle of the night, and weep alone by the railing.

Why am I, Anan, he can't live for decades?
Why did God give him such torture?

Why didn't he meet me sooner?

If I really saved the universe, please give me back my husband! "

At this moment, Li Jianxue felt sad alone. At this moment, she just wanted to say that life is impermanent.

That's right, when these people envied her, Li Jianxue, why didn't Li Jianxue envy them?
Compared with reciting poems and composing Fu, she wanted that man to be by her side all the time. ...

"Lovesickness is endless, longingsickness inspires my heart! I am afraid that I have written all the lovesickness in these two poems of longingsickness.

From then on, lovesickness can only be expressed in these two poems. "

Gu Qing sighed, and then he seemed to think of the woman he remembered deeply.

Similarly, many people think of the person they can't forget.

"Honey, let's remarry! I was wrong before, so I'll listen to you in the future, okay? After the divorce, I found out that I have always been in love with you."

A man picked up his mobile phone at this moment, dialed the number of his ex-wife, and then proposed to remarry.On the other side of the phone, there was a long silence.

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent serious in this life, I have never been so serious."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh bastard, I thought you really abandoned me?

I've been waiting for you for more than a year, you know, I've been waiting for your call. "

The man hung up the phone and touched the tears on his face.

"Damn it, it really is Sauvignon Blanc, so sweet!"

……

"Okay guys, now let me reinterpret the second half of the poem.

The first line of this poem is "the sun is full of luster, flowers and smoke, and the moon is as bright as plain worry and sleepless".

The setting of the opening chapter exaggerates the sad and misty lovesickness atmosphere.

The low, smoggy scenery at dusk makes people feel a deep sense of depression, which establishes the sad tone of the whole poem.

The sun is setting and it is gradually sinking to the west. Several clusters of flowers appear hazy in the low twilight, as if entangled in smoke.

This smoke-like dream-like perception obviously comes partly from the eyes of the missing woman, and from the heart of the missing woman tightly wrapped by lovesickness and melancholy.

The worrying lovesickness makes everything the miss woman sees and feels with a strong melancholic color, not only the flowers, but also not caused by the smoke.

As the night drew to a close, the missing woman did not fall asleep, and she tossed and turned unable to fall asleep because of her ardent thoughts of her husband.

What is even more disturbing is that the bright moon still emits a light as bright and clean as silk, through the lonely window lattice, which disturbs the lover's mood.

In this poem, the bright moon, which represents reunion, is portrayed by Mr. as an image of indifference and inseparability from human feelings because of its specific situation..."

Huang Lun is still explaining, but for the people in Liu Nan's live broadcast room, no one cares about this anymore.

Because, at this moment, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of millions of people, Liu Nan started to write again.

"Damn it, this beast, he still wants to write?

Amitabha's sins are sins, and the Buddha is not to blame.No, this matter has nothing to do with the Buddha, it's no wonder it's the poet sage.

You are really scary, so there is no pause in the inspiration?
What are you doing? What else do you want to write?Even if you pause perfunctorily, it won't make me so desperate! "

Desperate indeed, as soon as I saw Liu Nan, I wanted to start writing. Well, many literati in the live broadcast room were blown away.

"Old Fang, is this poet so scary? Are you kidding me? It's about to start again?"

At this moment, an old man looked at this scene with confusion on his face.

There are many people who recite poems correctly, and there are also many people who write poems well.

However, no one writes so... despairingly like Liu Nan, an animal.

"I don't know either, maybe this is the difference between saints and us ordinary people?"

"Oh. No wonder he didn't live long, Huiji will be hurt.

How could this level of talent have such a long lifespan? "

"I don't know what our poet sage plans to write next?
I don't know how much he plans to write this time?
Damn it, I can't stand it anymore. "

"I also have a scalp explosion, and today's Jianxue special session, it really is a worthwhile trip!"

"What are you doing? You still want to write? Today I was frightened to death."

"You're so handsome. Mister is so handsome. I wish I were Li Jianxue. I pester Mr. every day and ask him to write poems and odes for me."

"Ahem, could it be the third of Long Lovesickness? After all, I have already written the first and second, so it seems normal to have another third?"

"That's right, I think it's okay too."

"Sir, continue to write, write about him turned upside down, write about him as a sun and moon, and write about him so that the group of literati who are now big men are scared."

"I'll go, damn it, please don't say that, okay? I'm so frightened now."

"Ahem, what, everyone, calm down, Mr. Poetry has always been done in one go.

Therefore, with a normal heart, I think there are more than these few poems today.After all, there are still twenty minutes before the end, and there must be more than one poem. "

"I just don't know, what's the next song?"

……

What's the next song?I don't think I need to think too much about this, because now Liu Nan has started to write.

After writing, everyone looked at the name and sighed.

"Sure enough, Sauvignon Blanc is the third thing, what the hell is this going to kill us?"

"If I could travel back, I would grab the pen from Mr. right away. In this case, he won't continue, and I won't suffer."

"Ahem, what, let's take a good look."

……

Xue Jianjia, who was more than six years ago, turned her head to look at Liu Nan who was writing, and couldn't help sighing.

"Sauvignon Blanc is the third."

After chanting for a while, Xue Jianjia began to chant again.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.

It's embarrassing to know when the blind date will meet at this night. "

When reciting to this place, Xue Jianjia couldn't help but pause.

She couldn't help but take another deep look at this piece of work, and at this line of blind date and meeting date, she felt embarrassed at this night.

"It's embarrassing to know when we will meet each other on a blind date.

It's so beautiful, it's so embarrassing at this time and night.

This is the most beautiful sentence I have ever seen.Such a sentence can be called a quatrain through the ages. "

Not to mention Xue Jianjia, even the countless viewers in the live broadcast room couldn't help but get excited at this moment.

"Damn, these three pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, I'm afraid they will become legends of the big man.

Damn, I don't think about anything now, I just want to collect a pair of Mr.'s works. "

"Well, this may be harder than reaching the sky. Because Mr. Liu's works, whether it is Mrs. Liu or these friends of Mr., are impossible to release.

They have plenty of money, and they are not short of money. Such works will be passed down from generation to generation. "

"Damn it, why don't you give us a chance??"

"I don't want to say, I don't want to say anything now."

"Don't you guys, shouldn't you appreciate the beauty of poetry at this moment?

I have to say that this work of Mr. is also top-notch. "

At this moment, Huang Lun became excited again. He started a passionate analysis in his live broadcast room.

What's more, his unattractive face became a little ferocious at this moment.

"Everyone, let me first analyze the meaning of the first part of this work by Mr., and I will give you an analysis first.

The autumn wind is desolate, and the autumn moon is bright.

The fallen leaves in the wind sometimes gather and sometimes scatter, and the jackdaws who were already perched were startled by the sound.

I look forward to seeing you and me again, but I don’t know when, at this moment, the loneliness and sadness that is really unbearable makes me feel so sad.

This is the meaning of these few sentences, it can be said that the writing is so beautiful.

The first half of this work is about the autumn scene, and it is also sad for spring and autumn.

It seems a bit out of tune with the name of the brand, Sauvignon Blanc.

I think, lovesickness should be placed in the next column.Next, I will carefully analyze the intention and technique of this work.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again."

The night is deep, the wind clears and the moon shines.Unable to bear the depression of autumn, the leaves still gather when they fall, and I have a memory in my heart, but I can't help myself.

The lone crow perches on its own, whether the night is dark or the wind is still, I am frightened.

autumn wind.Qiuyue.fallen leaves.Jackdaw.

Both are images that make people feel sad, and they are also anthropomorphic. The autumn mood is completely outlined in front of the eyes, and the atmosphere of depression quietly floats between the lines.

Close your eyes and concentrate, there is a heartbroken man standing under the branch with his hands behind his back, his back is lonely, his mind is full of infinite thoughts, and the autumn air is even more depressed.

Suddenly he bowed his head and looked into the distance, sighing that the autumn air is in full bloom, and the jackdaw lives on a single branch.

Thinking about a love affair, how can it be unforgettable, and the meaning of depression is very strong when the poem starts.Really complain about lovesickness, every word is cold and bitter.

"Acacia loves each other and knows when, at this time and night it's embarrassing."

In those old days, you and I also met and knew each other and loved each other.

I can't find it anymore, and I will never see you again.At this moment, in this late autumn night, I can't bear to relive that period of the past, which makes me feel so embarrassing.

At the beginning of the article, Xiao Suo's imagery of autumn exaggerates this helpless state of mind that cannot remember love.

In the past, the woman who was once deeply in love with her was now seeing each other indefinitely.

Bitter world apart.

Even more bitter, I miss you deeply, but I don't know if you miss me a little.

The night is as cool as autumn, because of the lovesickness in the chest, the night is difficult, and the love is also difficult.

Here Mr. makes a perfect inner portrayal, and the poem is sad and moving.

The sadness is far away, and the sorrow is like a complaint. From the words, you can feel the endless lovesickness, and from the singing, you can feel the pain of lovesickness to the point of helplessness.

What a poem, I will never be able to write such a work in my life.

Perhaps, no one in our modern times can write it.

Of course, except Mr. Liu Nan.Alright, alright, let's continue to look at the next chapter of this work. "

Yes, this time the next tie began.Liu Nan's pen is a dragon and a snake, which is called a chic and free.

Running script with one hand, like a galloping river, is called a free and easy flying.Coupled with Xue Jianjia's unique voice reciting, it can be said that this is the top enjoyment in the world.

Don't feel exaggerated, this is the invincible elegance in the world.

"Enter my lovesickness gate, and know my lovesickness.

Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless.

If I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning. "

Xue Jianjia, who had finished reciting, at this moment a tear flowed from the corner of her eye

.At this moment, her mind was drawn by this piece of work.

At this moment, tears suddenly fell down and hit the second piece of Sauvignon Blanc on the desk, leaving a little tear stain.

At this moment, this drop of tears perfectly merged with the work.

It seems that this tear was born for these three poems of Sauvignon Blanc.

Okay?

Very good, three sauvignon blah blah blah, that really entered my lovesickness door, knowing that my lovesickness is suffering!
At this moment, the ending of the third piece of Sauvignon Blanc can be said to be the best.

In this generation, Xue Jianjia couldn't help but recite the third part of Sauvignon Blanc again.

(End of this chapter)