Live black all over the Internet: After death, you make me a legend

"What's next, what's next, Brother Nan, hurry up and write, I really can't help it."

At this moment, Yuan Xingcan looked at Liu Nan enthusiastically, looking forward to the follow-up of this work.

At this moment, he was extra excited and looking forward to it like a child who wanted to eat candy.

I can't wait to take out the sugar immediately and eat it directly.

There is no way, I am so excited, this poem is too domineering, too heroic.

Liu Nan glanced at Yuan Xingcan with a smile, and then pouted.

Yuan Xingcan was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly filled Liu Nan's wine glass.

Liu Nan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then threw the glass away.

Then, the brush was full of ink in the inkstone, and then on the Peach Blossom Book, there appeared a hand-thin gold font again.

"So far I miss Xiang Yu, but I refuse to cross Jiangdong."

As soon as the latter sentence came out, the unparalleled shock appeared in an instant.

To this day, I still think about the overlord Xiang Yu, he would rather kill himself in Wujiang than sneak across the river.

At this moment, that kind of arrogance, that kind of sadness, that kind of charm that belongs to the Overlord, are fully reflected in this poem.

"To be a hero in life, to be a hero in death. To this day, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

God, this poem is so awesome, so shocking.

This poem, I would like to call it the first overlord poem through the ages.

Nothing but this poem.

God, can you give me this poem?
My mom, I really want to take this poem down. "

A collector said in the live broadcast room at this moment

.Yeah, who wouldn't want to collect it?

This is the number one overlord poem in the ages, if you keep it at home, it will preserve its value for generations to come, okay?

It's just that this poem is different from Yang Zhao's painting.

In the live broadcast room, the source of this poem was clearly told to the audience that it was in the hands of the piano prince.

Therefore, some special means cannot be used at all.

Yang Zhao's work was originally kept secret.

Tell me, if this kind of thing is taken away, ordinary people will not know or believe it.

However, Yuan Xingcan really can't take it away now.So, at this moment, I don't know how many people are envious of Yuan Xingcan.

Envy him, there are two works by the poet sage Liu Nan.

"Damn, brothers, I have never seen such a good poem written by Overlord Xiang Yu.

Throughout the ages, there have been many people who have written about him, but the sum of all of them cannot compare to this one.This poem really expresses the overlord's pride and invincible heroism clearly.

I think that after tonight, fans of Overlord Xiang Yu will definitely usher in an unprecedented breakthrough. "

"I believe this, who asked Mr. to write this poem?
Tsk tsk tsk, especially the last sentence, I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

It's so awesome, it's really shocking. "

"The first two sentences of the poem are amazing, straight from the heart, and propose that people "be born to be outstanding".

"Death" should also be a "ghost hero", just now he is worthy of being a good man who stands upright.

Deep pride spewed out, shocking people.

Live to be a hero, and die to be a ghost." This is not an exquisite combination of a few words, not a clever embellishment of a few words;
It is a kind of condensed essence, a bearing of courage, and a life attitude without fear.

That kind of awe-inspiring character and awe-inspiring righteousness filled the world, causing ghosts and gods to change their colors in vain.

"So far I miss Xiang Yu, but I refuse to cross Jiangdong."

Reminiscing about the overlord of Chu named Xiang Yu, follow Xiang Yu's spirit and integrity.

It is said that taking a step back will open up the sea and the sky.Only one river away is the realm of life and death, and just one thought is the choice between life and death.

Xiang Yu, in order to live up to his reputation as a hero, to be worthy of his seven-foot manhood, and to be worthy of the entrustment of Jiangdong's elders, he repays with death.

"No!"
Not "can't",

Not "don't want",

Not "unwilling",

Not "don't go".

The charm of a "refusal" pen is better than uncanny craftsmanship, higher than the good fortune of heaven and earth.

A kind of heroic spirit of "killable but not humiliated", "dead without fear but not humiliated", dyes the paper surface, and penetrates the back of the paper, which is so amazing that there are no words!
To be honest, when I heard about this place, my whole body was shocked.For the first time, I felt the pride of the overlord.

This poem has a high-pitched tone and clearly puts forward the value orientation of life:
To be alive is to be a hero among men; to die is to be a hero among ghosts.

Xiang Yu broke through to Wujiang River, and the pavilion chief of Wujiang River advised him to cross the river quickly, return to Jiangdong, and regroup.

Xiang Yu himself felt ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders, so he turned around and fought hard, killing hundreds of enemy soldiers, and then slaying himself.

This poem is indeed a gift from my husband to my friend the piano prince Yuan Xingcan.

But in this poem, I think Mr. also incorporates a lot of personal emotions.

In it, too many things have been written, and there is also a kind of expectation that my friend Yuan Xingcan will become a pillar of the country in the future.

Perhaps only Mr. can write such a heroic and invincible momentum in a work sent to a friend.

The whole poem is only [-] characters long, but every sentence is so shocking, it is amazing to read.

This poem, I directly certified it, the number one overlord poem in the ages.

I have to say that Mr. Yuan Xingcan is lucky, he actually has a friend like Mr.

To be able to get such a work?
It can be said that this work can completely allow Yuan Xingcan's family to complete an identity change.

As long as this poem is kept in their family's collection, Yuan Xingcan's family will definitely not be ruined in the future. "

……

Hundreds of years later in the Han Empire, Yuan Xingcan's family has already become a remarkable family.

And what their family still regards as treasures are the two works that Liu Nan gave to their ancestor Yuan Xingcan.

These two works can be said to have saved their Yuan family more than once.

Every time something goes wrong, these two works can be a lifeline.

It can be said that even in this year, their family is still enjoying Liu Nan's bonus.

This is also the reason why their family now specially arranges someone to become the tomb keeper of Shisheng.

Okay, it's too far away, let's go back to the live broadcast and continue to watch the live broadcast.

At this moment, Liu Nan had already given gifts to his three friends.

Each of these four works is a swan song.At this moment, he coughed suddenly, but stopped soon, and no one thought so much.

After all, it's still raining in this winter, and it's normal to cough a little while eating hot pot and drinking wine.

"Next, brothers, who are you coming?"

At this moment, Huang Mengzhou hesitated and shook his head.

"Anan, I don't need it, you have already sent me several works."

Liu Nan rolled his eyes: "What are you talking about, I said I will give each of you a piece of work today, it is impossible for me to break my promise, right?
Okay, tell me quickly, what do you want? "

……

Huang Mengzhou looked at Liu Nan, and these friends, and thought about his age, finally he nodded slightly.

"What should I say, a few years ago I was a poor man with no money to marry a wife.

At that time, Anan, you came to my small restaurant, and I got to know you and Lingchuan. This was the first time I made such a sincere friend.

Later, you wrote a few more poems and gave me a chance to turn around.

To be honest, if it wasn't for you, Anan, I might still be that dying Huang Mengzhou.

So, I want a poem that records our friendship.

We have also known each other for a long time, and drank a lot of wine together, which seems to have not been recorded yet.

Today, Anan, since you sent away a gift, how about this? "

As soon as these words came out, the people in the gazebo fell into memories.

These people have indeed known Liu Nan for a long time, not counting Lin Hai, who has been the longest, and the rest have been for about five or six years.

But today, after Huang Mengzhou said that, they just remembered.

Liu Nan himself fell into deep thought.

Yes, have you known each other for so long?

In a blink of an eye, it has been five or six years.

At this moment, Liu Nan thought of the scenes of these years.

From the very beginning of his life, to the changes in his later life, he has changed a lot and met a lot of friends.

At this moment, Liu Nan seemed to recall everything in these years.

At this moment, he subconsciously picked up the pen in his hand.

The brush stroked across the inkstone, and then a line of beautiful words appeared on the Peach Blossom Mirror.

"You don't meet each other in life, but you move like participating in business.

Tonight and any other night, let's share this candlelight. "

Xue Jianjia's magnetic voice recited the content, and the poem was known immediately.

This poem does not have the earth-shattering imagination, nor the feeling of gorgeous rhetoric.

Not to mention any great ambitions, or any great legends.

This poem gives people a flat feeling from the beginning.It seems that they are simply recalling the past.

"In life, we cannot see each other often, just like San Xing in the West and Shang Xing in the East, you rise and fall.

What day is tonight so lucky that I can share my heartfelt love with you?
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you these two sentences are very simple.

Nothing wrong is simple, just like returning to basics.

This poem begins by saying that the poet, Mr., often parted with his friends.

This is also the normal state of my husband these years, and he is also walking around.

And today, we met each other again.Although this sentence is written by candlelight, it seems that it is written at night.

In fact, it is not. This is the method used here to tell the readers that our reunion today is not easy and the kind of happiness after the reunion.

By candlelight, we all have to chat or something.

How should I put it, this poem is not a poem sage Liu Nan.Many of Mr.'s works are imaginative, or they are very gorgeous, giving people a feeling of peerless classics.

However, in today's poem, Laughing Death seems to have stepped out of a new realm, the realm of returning to nature.I have to say, awesome! "

Huang Lun was interpreting it, and many people in the live broadcast room were infected by this poem.

But, to say that the ones who touched me the most were Liu Nan's friends.

At this moment, they are all immersed in the years of acquaintance with Liu Nan.

At this moment, no one feels more deeply than them.Especially Huang Mengzhou, his eyes are very complicated at this moment.

However, Liu Nan is completely immersed in his own world at this moment, and he doesn't want to know other people's thoughts.

At this moment, lines of text appeared.

"How long can you be young, your temples are already graying.

How could I know that after several years, I went back to the Hall of Gentlemen.

In the past, Mr. Bie was unmarried, and his children came together suddenly. "

How many years can there be when you are young and strong, your temples and mine begin to turn white in an instant.

I really didn't expect that after a few years of absence, I would have the opportunity to visit again.

You were not yet married and had a family when we parted, and suddenly your children have formed a gang.

At this moment, people suddenly couldn't hold back, especially Huang Mengzhou, who really couldn't hold back.

His eye sockets became moist all of a sudden, as he stared blankly at these few sentences, he recalled the beginning.

At first, we met for the first time in the spring a few years ago.

At that time, Liu Nan and Lin Hai came to his store.

Subsequently, a legend of a saint and a great restaurant unfolded.

No one would have thought that such a big change.Yes, when Liu Nan left the Yellow Crane Tower, he was not yet married, and at that time he was still a person who was worried about the gift money.

Now, his daughter is two or three years old.At this moment, he also had to sigh, time is ruthless.

Therefore, this generation of Huang Mengzhou cried, because this poem was really written too truthfully.

At this moment, he wished he could hug Liu Nan and cry.

Let alone him, Lin Hai in the gazebo is the saddest one.

Because only he knows what's going on with Liu Nan now.

So, at this moment, Lin Hai also burst into tears, rubbing his red eyes and wiping away his tears.

At this moment, he also thought of the years he spent with Liu Nan!

From the very beginning, when Liu Nan made his debut, he was by his side.He was overwhelmed by the talent of this young man, so he would rather give up his job as an agent to be with him

.Now, this poem sounds too sad to him.Liu Nan himself seems to feel melancholy after writing this.

"Give me a glass of wine."

Suddenly, Liu Nan yelled.Just when Lin Hai was about to pour the wine, Li Jianxue came over with a glass of wine and put it in his man's hand.

After Liu Nan drank the wine, he started to splash ink again.

"Yiran respected my father and asked me where I came from.

The question and answer is not over yet, Qu'er Luo wine syrup.

Yeyu cuts spring chives, and yellow beams in the new cooking room.

The Lord said that meeting was difficult, and it was exhausting.

Ten people are not drunk, the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be boundless. "

Liu Nan didn't pause at all, and finished the poem in one breath.

At this moment, everyone felt a little melancholy in their hearts.

Everyone can feel the artistic conception in Liu Nan's poem.

At this moment, everyone felt that their hearts had been completely moved by this poem.

At this moment, especially some elderly people, can really feel the artistic conception in this poem.

Some people, listening to it, cried out of nowhere.

They think of themselves, of their own personal experiences.

At this moment, there seems to be something wrong with this poem, and it is a bit discordant no matter how you look at it.

After all, Huang Mengzhou's son is not very old yet.

So, it looks weird.However, someone soon gave an explanation.

That's right, Huang Lun came, and he came with his own interpretation.

"

Ladies and gentlemen, this poem, the last paragraph seems to be incongruous, doesn't it?
In other words, the current scene with Mr. and the others seemed incongruous.

So, now let me tell you something.

First of all, let me recite the next paragraph of this poem for you.

Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came.

The question and answer is not over yet, Qu'er Luo wine syrup.

Yeyu cuts spring chives, and yellow beams in the new cooking room.

The Lord said that meeting was difficult, and it was exhausting.

Ten people are not drunk, the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow is separated by the mountains, and the world is boundless.

This paragraph, when it stands up, makes people feel unreal. I think everyone has this feeling, including me, and I also have this feeling.

Yes, it does read like that.

But what I want to say is that this paragraph is a kind of embellishment by Mr.

First of all, it is to associate the future with a new perspective.

Querluo wine syrup, this looks like serving wine to the children or something.

From this point of view, this poem is not suitable for their age.After all, this poem was for Boss Huang.

As for Boss Huang's daughter, this time period is definitely not very old, at most three or four years old.

It is certainly impossible for children of this age to participate in this kind of thing.

But why did you write like that?
That's because my husband wants to express the mood that life is impermanent and it's hard to get together with friends.

We can see it from what follows.

The Lord said that it is difficult to meet, and it is more difficult for us to meet.This sentence can fully explain the problem.

This poem is a typical poem about the reunion of long-lost old friends.

The homely situations and homely words are written eloquently, expressing the common people's feelings of "changing seas and changing fields" and "whatever is easy will be difficult" shared by ordinary people in the chaotic era.

At the same time, it is written very vividly and naturally, so it has always been loved by people.

"We don't meet each other in life, and we move like participating in business. Tonight and tomorrow, let's share this candlelight."

The first four sentences say that in the journey of life, there are often separations and difficult encounters, just like the rare encounters between stars and merchants.

What is the auspicious day tonight, let us talk together under this candlelight.

These few sentences, from parting to reunion, are both sad and happy, mixed with sorrow and joy, bringing strong emotions of life into the poem.

This poem is easy and true, with well-organized layers.The poet just writes according to his feelings, and there is a strong atmosphere.

This kind of work is what I call back to basics.

This is a realm, a realm that we can only hope for but cannot achieve.

Today's poets in the literary world of our Han Dynasty have not even touched the fur of this realm.

And sir, you have already entered into this realm completely.

So, why is he a poet?

Well, that's the end of this poem, let's continue to watch the live broadcast. "

……

At this moment, Liu Nan smiled inexplicably after finishing writing this piece.

With this smile, it seemed that his face was free and easy, and his face was full of relief.At this moment, Liu Nan seemed to have figured out something.

"Old Huang, this poem is for you."

After finishing speaking, Liu Nan pulled out the paper and threw it directly to Huang Mengzhou.

Then, he turned his head to look at another person, Meng Lingchuan.

"Meng Big Eye, what kind of work do you want?"

Meng Lingchuan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and thought for a while.

In fact, he already had a poem, which was the poem Liu Nan wrote when he saw him off.

Among them, even Qiangu refused.The lonely sail is far away, the blue sky is gone, only the sky of the Yangtze River can be seen.

And at this moment, what kind of work do you want?

"Black Coal, my request is a bit too much."

Liu Nan frowned, and looked at Meng Lingchuan with a little arrogance.

"Go ahead, I can write anything for you."

Meng Lingchuan chuckled: "I'll let you play it, since that's the case, then I'll talk about one, and my favorite Fu on pipa written by my predecessors.

You should know this Fu, Black Coal.

I personally like pipa, the sound is really beautiful.

Therefore, I also fell in love with Pipa Fu.My request is not high, I want you to rewrite this Pipa Fu.

The format is not limited, you can write whatever you want, as long as you surpass the other party.How about it, can it work, black coal? "

At this moment, at Huang Lun's place, Huang Lun suddenly began to explain.

"Pipa Fu, when some of Mr. Fu's Fu was not written, it was called the first Fu of the Han Dynasty.

Well, that title is gone now.

Mr. Xue Fu, Da Qin Fu, and Beauty Fu, etc., have surpassed each other.

However, this Fu is still the first Fu written for Pipa.This Fu was also written by Yang Guangtong, one of the Eight Sons of the Ancient Han Dynasty.

It can be said that the talent of this Fu is beyond doubt.

As for President Meng, when he made this request, he just wanted to say that the difficulty is indeed not ordinary.

Of course, this is someone other than Mr. Ha.I feel like it might be easy for Mr.

For other literati in the Han Dynasty, this is impossible.Therefore, I am looking forward to the new writing of this Pipa Fu. "

What Huang Lun didn't know was that Liu Nan's friends who were watching the live broadcast at this moment couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What the hell, you don't even know what you're going to face right now.

Let me tell you, his uncle, you will soon be faced with the birth of a frightening work.

I hope that after a while, my big man's literary world can calm down and don't go crazy with a few literati.Damn, I almost went crazy at the time. "

At this moment, Yuan Xingcan couldn't help but said.

After speaking, he couldn't help recalling the scene of that day again.

At that time, several of them sat on the ground regardless of their image.

Really, no kidding at all.Yuan Xingcan felt that after Anan's poem came out, there would be no more poems in the world.

Not only him, Meng Lingchuan was also smiling wryly at this moment.Moreover, he couldn't help but slap himself.

"Shenjing Bing, I'm sick, why did you bring this up in the first place?
It made me feel terrified when I think about it now.

I the hell knew that Anan was awesome, but I didn't expect you to be so awesome?

In the end, you didn't collect this poem yourself, but some time ago, you returned it to your younger brother and sister, and planned to let her put it in your museum. "

This is not a joke, Meng Lingchuan really felt that he did not dare to collect this poem.

As long as this poem appears, it can shock the whole man and drive countless literati crazy
.Because of himself, he almost went crazy at that time.

And this poem, if it is really in his hands, in the end, I am afraid that he will have to guard against others every day.

At the same time, Lu Xunhuan was also looking at the audience who were discussing enthusiastically in the live broadcast room. "

Just be happy for a while, your time to be happy and relaxed is running out.

After this poem comes out, I can guarantee that none of you will be able to laugh.

Especially people in the literary world, I think one or two must be crazy, otherwise they will be sorry for this poem. "

After finishing speaking, Lu Xunhuan couldn't help but let out a gloating laugh.

There is no way, no one understands the shock brought by this poem better than him.