Yipin Village Girl: Pick up an emperor to farm

Chapter 201 A Lyric Poem

"Tell him quickly, it's rare that this thick-skinned guy is so interested in poetry today! It's rare to see him in a hundred years!"

Feng Xingyun joked.When my brother was young, Ning Yuantang had a headache every time it was class time, and he was punished the most by his master for not learning well.In fact, he also wanted to listen to the whole poem.

Lu Xuening pondered for a while, then said intermittently: "Tongguan Road outside the mountains and rivers... um... Wangxidu, yes! I remembered."

With a flash of inspiration, she recited in a loud voice: "The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are outside and inside Tongguan Road. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant, sad, and the Qin and Han Dynasties. The palaces and palaces have been filled with soil. death, the people suffer."

The poem is a good poem, but Feng Xingyun and Ning Yuantang were silent when they heard what they wanted to hear. The tone of the poem was gloomy, which shocked the soul.It's like the feeling that the mast and scull are wiped out in a snap of the fingers.Especially the last few words, Jing Jing was abnormal, deafening, looking back at the past, his heart became more and more heavy, thinking that if he didn't handle it well, then Xifeng would face a war soon.

Regardless of victory or defeat in a war, bloodshed is inevitable.If the consequences of defeat are unimaginable, but, no matter what, it is just like the poem, the rise and fall are the suffering of the people.Even if they win, the remaining wounds of the war will be cruel to the poor people in Xifeng, and it will take many years to recuperate to their current level.Even now, West Wind is still much poorer than Xia Country.

Feeling that the atmosphere was extremely silent, Lu Xuening couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you two? Is this poem not good? Or am I wrong?"

"Oh, no, we were too shocked." Feng Xingyun explained.

After Ning Yuantang was shocked, he thought that his elder brother must have thought of the troublesome Xia Guo again, so he couldn't help replying to his smiling face and said, "Ah Ning, you can recite some other poems to listen to, don't ask for such serious ones, such as lyrical poems. ordered."

He wanted to ease the atmosphere, Feng Xingyun couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect Ning Yuantang, who was as decisive as Ning Yuantang, would say the word lyrical.It's hard for him.However, he certainly knew that his brother was doing it for his own good.

If Ning Yuantang knew how his elder brother underestimated him, he would definitely jump up in anger. Although he is a martial arts material, he is also a military commander with a brain, and he is somewhat literate, otherwise he would be forced to Wouldn't the more than ten years of Taixue classrooms be wasted?

Lu Xuening thought for a while, lyrical, what is lyrical?Haha, she is a liberal arts student, of course she knows about lyricism, but then again, aren’t all poems lyrical?Looking at the road ahead, the bare dead trees on both sides, and the north wind blowing in front of her, she thought of another poem in this situation.Although the two horses driving in front looked very strong and strong, and they were not skinny horses at all, she still recited aloud.

"Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world." While reciting poems, he did not forget to gesticulate with his fingers lyrically.

The poem is a good poem, but after reading it, the people in the car fell silent again...

"Why are you silent again? I remember the name of the author of this song. It is Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjing Shaqiusi."

"No, Ah Ning, can't you say some light-hearted poems? These are too heavy and make people feel depressed. You didn't mean it. Although I'm not tired from driving, I still have to be in a good mood!" Ning Yuantang grumbled.

"A relaxed and happy poem?! You just want a funny joke." Lu Xuening pouted, she can recite a lot of poems, even Li Bai can recite a dozen poems, but she is not a literati poet , It's boring to always recite other people's poems.Why not tell them a joke! !

(End of this chapter)