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"Pen and ink are coming, leave brother!"

Li Tianjian walked like a fly, and in a moment he took out the Wenbao that Lu Li carried with him from the bamboo house.

"This is ... Dragon Tail Inkstone? Feng

Gu's eyes stared at the pitch-black inkstone platform in shock.

His two major hobbies in life were collecting world-famous inkstones.

The dragon tail inkstone in front of him was something he had never obtained in his life.

The main reason is that it has been lost.

And what has been handed down in ancient times is like a rarity.

Few and far between!

I didn't expect that this little guy actually had such an inkstone in his hand.

"Hiss... Good stuff! Zheng

Xuewen and Meng Jie took the inkstone and looked at it carefully.

Completely forgetting that Lu Li was already going to write poetry.

Lu Li looked slightly stunned when he saw the reaction of several old men.

"Dragon Tail Inkstone... Touching like a muscle, astringent water leaving a pen, sliding without rejecting ink, cleansing and purifying, has been lost since thousands of years ago, and is extremely precious. Shu

Xuan sensed Lu Li's reaction and explained softly.

She noticed this inkstone in the video of her poem "Wangyue" on the top of Mount Tai.

I thought it was an imitation, but I didn't think it was real.

"Grandpa of the mountain guardian sent something amazing."

Lu Li secretly smacked his tongue in his heart when he heard this.

It is also one of the four famous inkstones in previous lives.

But I didn't expect that it had been lost in this world.

"Lu boy, I'll polish the ink for you!" Feng Gu held the inkstone with some love, and immediately picked up the inkstone to grind.

Soon, silky smooth ink appeared in it.

"Thank you Grandpa Feng."

Lu Li bowed slightly, and then lifted his pen and looked around.

The forest is quiet and elegant, chatting with all the elders and confidants, leisurely, without the hustle and bustle of the world...

Isn't this kind of atmosphere exactly the life he likes to yearn for?

That being the case....

Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Li's mouth rose.

With a bit of intoxicated vain footsteps, he stumbled to the bamboo forest hut, and two big characters fell in front of the door like a dragon flying phoenix tail.

"Drink!"

Everyone silently recited in unison.

"Drinking...? Good fellow, it has to be Lu Shen, trick a few old men into drinking, and directly pick up the pen to write the first drink?

"Open another plate, will this poem be on the textbook!"

"Lu Shen is embarrassed, we elementary school students and junior high school students, school reopens in September, open the textbook and will not recite the content on it!

"What do you think... Drinking...... Not even the name.

"Brother is too timid, I'll open a plate, will Lu Shen's poem become a famous article!"

At the same time, the number of people in the live broadcast room surged to millions, and two new markets were opened.

Will "Lu Li "Drinking" be on the textbook again! "

Lu Li "Drinking" will not become a poem! The

number of participants on both sides and Kuaiyin Bean are comparable.

Except for Lu Li's fanaticism, no one thinks that improvised poems can be featured in textbooks or become memorized masterpieces.

The other side.

The old men who were opposing in the lake heard the news out of nowhere, and they all hurried over to watch.

The name of the man, the shadow of the tree!

For such a junior in the literary world, Tianjiao and competitors.

Their hearts were naturally curiously tight.

Under the attention of everyone, Lu Ren had no distractions and dipped his pen in ink.

"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no car and horse noise."

Well?

After seeing the first sentence, many people's brows unconsciously wrinkled.

Plain, not painted, not loving, not chanting....

What kind of poetry is he going to make?

Could it be... Exhausted in a row for several days to give poetry right?

Even Zheng Xuewen had a faint sense of incomprehension.

Mulu was anxious, wanting to ask, but afraid of disturbing Lu Li.

"Wait and see." The interest in Zhongshi's eyes was undiminished.

He had a hunch, this poem ... I'm afraid it will be terrible!

"Ask Jun Ho Neng'er? The heart is far from the self-biased. Another

sentence fell in front of the door, and the handwriting was flowing and flexible, which made several old men of Zheng Xuewen suddenly wake up and understand the first two sentences.

"Seek tranquility in the midst of trouble, dwell in the prosperous world, but not be disturbed by all the hypocrisy and gossip in the world!"

He muttered to himself, and Meng Jie nodded positively, adding with a bit of admiration for Lu Li's junior.

"At a young age, I understand life, the first sentence is a question, the next sentence is answered, only the state of mind is pure and unearthly, away from strife will be like this!"

He glanced at Mu Yongzhi and the onlookers lightly.

This kid writes poetry, why not write himself?

Do not fight for fame, do not pursue profits, do not annoy others....

For everything that happened in the outside world, Lu Li was completely unaware, he sniffed the tip of his nose, and the light fragrance of Xia Ju made his brows stretch.

Looking at the incense, Xia Ju in the forest had already bloomed everywhere, and further away was the mist-filled Lushan Mountain peaks.

"Under the eastern fence of picking chrysanthemums, leisurely see the South Mountain."

Lu Li raised his eyebrows, and another flying sentence fell.

He loves this life... Plain is true!

"Hiss... This is just one sentence, it has been passed down!

Zheng Xuewen gasped and said in disbelief.

"The whole poem has a leisurely state of mind and elegant field life...The word "see" pushes this to the peak and becomes a perfect sound! Listening

to Zheng Xuewen's analysis and explanation, everyone chewed repeatedly, and their expressions were complicated and unspeakable.

Demon is a demon, and no one can compare with the lyrics and poems!

"The mountain weather is beautiful, and the birds are together."

Lu Li dipped his ink pen again, and outlined the plain scene in front of him, which no one noticed, in everyone's minds.

There is movement in stillness, and there is stillness in movement!

With the previous sentences, a vivid field life is enviable and yearning for.

"Everyone envies Wonderland, in fact, as long as there is less desire in the heart... Wonderland is all around us in these common lives.

"Easy to say, but how many people can do it?"

"Lu Li counts one, Zhongshi counts one, and Book Xuan counts one."

"Now I finally realize... Lu Shen likes the meaning of sightseeing, the beauty of nature trumps everything!

"There is no need to deliberately pursue seclusion, I think what Lu Shen wants to express is the fireworks and life atmosphere of the world and the people around him....

It's all part of the life you aspire to!

"Upstairs is righteous, not deliberately secluded... Instead, let your mind be open-minded! "

The Chinese media live broadcast room discussed Lu Li's poems in the barrage, all yearning for the life in the picture.

There are even many Chinese teachers to do poetry analysis.

People influenced by bland poetry.

The pressure and anger all dissipated.

Even the bar spirit that had been jumping repeatedly disappeared.

The poem had become four sentences, and Zhong Lao was the only one of all the people present to see the difference between this poem and other circulating poems.

He was more sure of the initial premonition in his heart.

His eyes flashed with essence, as if he was asking, and he seemed to be talking to himself, saying what everyone knew.

"At such a young age, how did you manage to have such a state of mind?"