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Chapter 182 Clear meaning, this is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water
"I bet you!"

At this moment, Uwe, who was on the Juanyun platform, suddenly came down and came to the side of the fat Confucian scholar.

As a high-grade martial artist, of course he also heard about this bet.

Uwe is very familiar with Dagan culture, otherwise he would not have been sent as an envoy this time. He believed that Lin Qian might have surpassed Cui Wuji in strength, but how could it be so easy to compose Tiandao poems.

And his move was also to put more pressure on Lin Qian, so that he could not focus on writing good poems.

"Why did he come to Chang'an?"

Lin Qian was a little funny when he saw the fat Confucian scholar. This kid is really a born businessman, and he never forgets to make money wherever he goes.

He didn't meet Zhang Zehan immediately, but began to think about the journey from Chang'an all the way to Jiqing Mansion, then to Annan, and finally back to Chang'an. Under the plague of Jiqing Mansion, there were thousands of miles of uninhabited people, thousands of villages left arrows, thousands of households Xiao Shugui sang scene,
The people in the slaughtered village in Annan, the villagers in Banshan Village who were almost killed by the soldiers...

And at the Dagan poetry meeting, the so-called family of saints who were extremely fierce to their own family, but bowed to the barbarians and respected them like gods...

The ugly faces of Huai Jinfeng and Huai Fengsheng!
As scenes and scenes appeared in his mind, a wave of emotion also began to brew in his chest.

Dagan, it shouldn't be like this!
【This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,

The breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to throw more broken copper and iron,
Simply splash your leftovers. 】

Lin Qian spoke slowly, and as the scenes flashed in his mind, the words that came out of his mouth seemed to be filled with emotions.

"Is this a new poem?"

As soon as the first stanza came out, the Confucians on and off the Juanyuntai had already made their judgments, and many of them could not help frowning. They still didn't like the new poems.

Lin Yuhan, however, had bright eyes. Just now, when Lin Qian angrily scolded Huai Fengsheng and Manzi, she had been very happy. Now that she saw Lin Qian writing a new poem, she couldn't help but get a little excited.

"This is a ditch of hopelessly stagnant water..."

She pondered Lin Qian's new poem, and there was no doubt that the dead water of despair referred to Dagan today, it could be considered to refer to the family of saints in Dagan, or it could refer to Dagan as a whole.

But she believed that what Lin Qian was talking about was today's big cadres, and she believed that Lin Qian had such a pattern.

The word "despair" expressed Lin Qian's deep disappointment. "Breath" is a contrast to "dead water", which can be used to describe all fresh ideas and strength.However, these fresh things did not cause the slightest reaction from "dead water".Where the breeze blows, there are no waves, which shows that the stagnant water has reached the extreme silence.This sentence is a further description of "dead water".

"It's better to throw more scraps and scraps, and just throw away your leftovers." This expresses Lin Qian's extreme hatred of disappointment in the face of "dead water".Since the reality is so dark and desperate, it is better to let it rot and stink completely. Maybe it is terminally ill and incurable, and it rots faster and more thoroughly. Only when the old is completely dead can the new grow stronger.

These two poems also express the poet's ardent hope for beautiful things in his anger.

"Wonderful!"

"Worthy of being a heavenly poet!"

Lin Yuhan's eyes were full of bright light, but these four short sentences had already conveyed a kind of angry emotion, so that she couldn't help becoming angry after hearing the poem.

Is this the strength of the Tiandao poet!
[Perhaps copper will turn green into emerald,

A few peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
The mold steamed some clouds for him.

Let the dead water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Floating with white foam like pearls;
The laughter of the little beads turned into big beads,
He was bitten by a mosquito who stole wine again.

Such a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

It's a bit vivid.

If the frog can't stand loneliness,
And the dead water called out singing. 】

Lin Qian continued to chant, he spoke extremely fast, his mouth spit out one word after another like a cannonball, and his anger seemed to be gushing out like a flame.

At this time, the entire island in the middle of the lake was quiet.

The representatives of the holy families lowered their heads in shame. With their literary accomplishments, how could they not understand the meaning of these words, how could they not understand Lin Qian's sarcasm.

In these few lines of poems, with rich imagination, vivid metaphors, vivid color descriptions and ironic brushwork, Lin Qian gradually and deeply wrote the further development of the stagnant water after being thrown into broken copper, rotten iron, and leftovers. Variety.

The "broken copper and rotten iron" thrown into the stagnant water will produce green and red rust, the green rust is like "emerald", and the rust red is like "peach blossom".

There is also the greasy "leftovers", scattered on the water surface, and when the sun shines, it is like a shining "Luo Qi", and some places are moldy and hairy, and it is like a "cloud cloud". It turned into stinky water with the color of "green wine", which was "covered with white foam like pearls".

It is on such a ditch of stagnant water that swarms of flower mosquitoes dance chaotically on it, sometimes joined by the clamor of frogs.This disgusting stagnant water, dirty and smelly, makes it impossible to stand!
Lin Qian gave a detailed and vivid representation of the dark reality of today's Daqian through his further detailed depiction of stagnant water.He uses bright and beautiful colors such as "Jade", "Peach Blossom", "Luo Qi", "Clouds" and "Pearl" to describe the dirty and dirty stagnant water, as if putting on a delicate and elegant coat for the devil.

This is to use false beauty to contrast real ugliness. He wrote this to make the ugly even uglier.Using beauty to describe ugliness, ugliness is even uglier. Lin Qian used this unique method to more clearly show the rancid nature of stagnant water, and at the same time, this poem has a strong sense of irony.

Even the rotten Confucians who have always disliked new poems can't help but feel their eyes light up. It seems that this new poem is not without its merits. The reason why they don't like it is because there is no good work that can make their eyes shine.

Especially this song, although the rhythm is relatively free, it does have a rhythm, the overall cadence is up and down, and it has its own rhythmic beauty.

【This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,

This is definitely not the place of beauty,
It's better to let the ugly to cultivate,
See what kind of world he creates. 】

Lin Qian spoke again, but his tone became heavy.

In a very categorical tone, he completely denied today's Dagan, "This is a ditch of hopeless backwaters, and this is definitely not where beauty lies."

After completely negating it, the sentence "Let the ugliness develop it and see what kind of world he creates" expressed Lin Qian's hope in despair.The world reclaimed by ugliness can only be uglier, but if the ugliness is extreme, there may be a turning point.

These last two sentences contain not only his despair for Dagan today, but also his expectation and yearning for Dagan, and his strong desire to change the reality.

Although for Lin Qian, this expectation was very hazy at the time.

The island in the middle of the lake was completely silent, and the poems echoed in their minds, as if there was an inspiring power coming from the words.

"No vision!"

"The stele of talent didn't respond either!"

Hahahaha...

Huai Jinfeng on the side laughed out loud. He had been staring nervously at the stele of talent when Lin Qian was composing a poem. When he found that Lin Qian's name did not appear on the stele of talent, he couldn't help but look at himself. The tension is vented.

There was also a sneering smile on Huai Fengsheng's face in the rear.

They worried for a long time, so the so-called poets of Heavenly Dao are at this level?
The rest of the Confucian scholars also came to their senses, and were shocked when they realized that Lin Qian's name was not on the stele of talent. Although some of them might not like new poems, they still had the ability to appreciate them.

At least, this poem shouldn't be worse than the poem written by Lin Yuhan before, right?
The next moment, suddenly there was a sound of turbulent waves hitting the shore, and the violent sound was like a thunderbolt.

A long colorful river suddenly appeared on the Juanyuntai, and there seemed to be a mess of broken copper and iron in the river. This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water!

Suddenly, the broken copper and rotten iron in the stagnant water changed rapidly, turning into emeralds and flowers.

Emeralds and flowers are originally beautiful things, but they appear in such dirty water, giving people a great sense of contrast, and even giving people a sense of horror.

"Vision!"

Huai Jinfeng's face was extremely ugly.

Cui Wuji's poems did not attract visions, so there is no doubt that Lin Qian will take his place on the stele of talent.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, wanting to see if there were any stars in the daytime.

But he didn't see the sky, only a piece of green copper rapidly enlarged in his eyes.

puff!
The sound of watermelon cracking sounded on the cirrus platform.

The piece of green copper actually crushed Huai Jinfeng's head, and then returned to the dirty stagnant water.

"Good thief!"

Huai Fengsheng's eyes were tearing apart. There were not many high-quality Confucianism in the Huai family. Now that Lin Qian had killed Huai Jinfeng in front of him, how could he not be angry.

Wupinming Yijing's talents gathered together, a copybook flew out of him, and the next moment it was on top of Lin Qian's head, trying to wrap Lin Qian up.

However, when the copybook fell, the stagnant water in mid-air suddenly appeared under the copybook, like a thunder pool, making it impossible for the copybook to advance half a step.

"how is this possible?"

Huai Fengsheng's expression changed drastically. He is a fifth-rank Confucianism cultivator, and he used the self-report post of the great Confucianism treasure passed down by his family, just to be able to kill Lin Qian with one blow, and kill Lin Qian before everyone reacted. It was Lin Qian of the sixth rank who blocked it?

But soon, he understood why.

The mighty air flow circulated, covering Lin Qian like a beam of light. Above the stagnant water, Dagan mountains and rivers vaguely emerged, and images of Dagan people's lives flowed...

"He, is he making it clear?!"

"This is a poem with a clear meaning!"

Huaifeng Sacred Heart's hair was cold, this son must not stay longer, it has only been a long time, and he is about to understand.

A stern look flashed in his eyes, and the talent in his body surged wildly, and the copybook above Lin Qian's head suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

(End of this chapter)