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Lu Li heard this, and his figure was slight.

Turning his head to look at the crowd on the field and the little bee hovering in the air.

"There is a true meaning in this, and the desire to discern has been forgotten."

He pondered for a moment and slowly put down his pen.

The words are exhausted, and the meaning is endless, and you can only understand... Inexpressible!

The last sentence is written, the mood is flowing in the poem, and the true meaning of life is pushed to the top.

Everyone was silent, and goosebumps from the old man's dry skin covered his body.

The chrysanthemum fragrance in the air is still there....

In the line of sight, Nanshan is still there....

Birds are still in the sky....

The philosophy that Lu Li wants to talk about in his mind is also there!

Shu Xuan looked at the teenager in front of him obsessively, how could the other party's attitude to life not be her own attitude to life?

This kind of mood fit made her heart a little chaotic.

Looking at Riku again... The pretty face that was as delicate as jade fat was already flushed, and even she didn't notice it.

I just feel my heart beat a little faster... I can't face the teenager in front of me as calmly as usual.

Zheng Xuewen's eyes were torn, Meng Jie lost his mind for a long time, Xu Liang's body trembled, and Mu Yongzhi made his true expression invisible in the shadows...

There was a fault in the barrage in the live broadcast room of the Chinese media, and everyone's fingers hung in the air in a daze and pondering.

"Leave the brother!"

Li Tian does not understand poetry, but he knows how to observe words and colors.

So many people were shocked, it must be awesome.

His voice brought everyone back to their senses.

"Xiansun, it's good!"

Zheng Xuewen took the lead in shouting arrogantly.

He had never felt as proud and raised as he was today.

Even happier than his success.

Just because.

I have a good grandson myself... No blood, better than blood!

Just because.

The literary world will not be alone after the death of these old men!

"Your poem, can you set the genre?"

Just when everyone was noisy, Zhong Lao's words once again shocked millions of people, and they all gasped for air.

Genre settable!

Genre!

What this sentence means could not be clearer.

Only the founder of the mountain has this qualification.

Zheng Xuewen and several poetry bigwigs on the scene carefully flipped through the memories in their minds with excited and unbelievable looks.

There is no faction... Same with it!

Everyone ignores this most important thing.

Only Zhong Lao had a faint premonition at the beginning.

Until the poem is in four sentences.

I was already sure of the appearance of this poem... Represents the birth of a new genre of poetry!

"Awesome, a poem to seal the gods!"

"The first few capitals of the people were famous in the world, and they were all consecrated gods."

"Don't shout if you don't understand! Do you know the meaning of founding a sect? Do you know how high the mind of this poem is?

"The first few poems are indeed passed down to the world, but the artistic conception is slightly less than this capital... Not to mention the blessing of the founding sect. "

I have seen the feat in the history books with my own eyes, and I have imagined the lively scene after the flower paths and bamboo houses and the lake open."

"I'm afraid there is no controversy about the title of the Wendao Monument this time."

Clips of Lu Li's poems and founding schools were edited by Chinese media and recorded by netizens and posted online.

In just a few tens of seconds, the terrifying click search put one live video on top of the hot search.

The number of onlookers who came to the live broadcast room exceeded 2 million.

And without any moisture, it's the best ever!

"There is brilliance in the plain, rich in the simple, and thought and life are integrated... Light and flavorful!

Zhongshi bent down to look at the flowing handwriting written on the bamboo house, and his love for the poem was overflowing.

"In the history of literature, you should have a strong stroke."

"Just live in the moment." Lu Li said indifferently.

Do only what you do before you die, no matter what you do!

"Founding a sect in his early twenties... Got a name?

Zhongshi asked again, making everyone dare not breathe, and their eyes focused on the slightly drunk teenager on the field.

This kind of scene Lu Li had already expected when he inscribed the poem.

He sighed secretly, slowly got up and walked lightly to the table.

Pick up your glass and slowly sprinkle the remaining bottle of wine at your feet.

Honor the saints!

This operation seems to be remembering the deceased, which makes people scratch their heads, but no one dares to speak... Dare to laugh!

Under the attention of everyone, Lu Li's voice was slight and swallowed.

"Idyll!"

"Idyll."

Everyone repeated in unison in their hearts, carefully feeling.

With the feeling of idyllic life... With simple and plain words, paint a clear heart, poetic scene.

The genre name is as unpretentious as the poem.

But people dare not take it lightly.

Everyone knows that the field of poetry... It's about to change!

Wu Mingshan got carried away with excitement, and hugged Lu Li from the bamboo house where he inscribed the poem with his own hand and cried.

Lushan!

He knew the feat he would follow the young man in front of him.

Leave a name in history!

Among the thousands of mountains and rivers, no one dares to despise Lushan!

Lushan will also follow Mr. Lu's poems and stories.

Influence future generations!

Everyone saw that it was not a taste, but no one laughed at it.

A man who dedicated half of his life to green mountains and green waters... Deserves the respect of all.

Lu Li walked to Wu Mingshan's side and helped him up, without saying anything, just looked firmly at the other party, looking at this mountain.

"Teacher Lu, accept me!"

Wu Mingshan stopped his emotions and couldn't help but bow, Lu Li saw this and dragged the other party hard, and then said positively.

"I love this mountain as much as you do, and I love every grass and tree here."

Those who initially opposed the literary exchange event coming to Lushan, the bar spirits who raised the bar on the Internet, were now in deep thought.

They never thought of it either.

Culture endows... It will be so important to one place!

And the teenager in front of him is doing such things silently.

Not only has the impact on the literary world been unprecedented, but it has even more so on these scenic spots.

"Mr. Lu..." someone on the field suddenly shouted, and everyone looked back... It turned out to be the prestigious boss Mengsuke.

He bowed to the young man in the audience with a serious expression.

I just didn't even expect Lu Li... This old man who usually takes care of himself a lot and calls himself Grandpa Meng will do this.

"Grandpa Meng, I'm your junior, I can't afford this..."

He hurriedly took three steps and two steps, trying to lift the other party up.

I saw Meng Jie nodding, shaking his head again, and then saying positively.

"Regardless of our identity, this worship is one of the worships of Mr. Jing Lu for the literary world and for Qingshan!"

"Grandpa Meng..."

Just as Lu Li was about to say something, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Jinglu opens the way for the literary world and opens the way for Qingshan!"

Lu Li didn't have to look back to know whose voice it was.

Zheng Xuewen!

This old man who called himself a virtuous grandson and gave it to the family at first sight.

Before he could make a move.

Feng Gu, Xu Liang, Mu Yongzhi, Shuxuan... Everyone on the field rang in unison behind their ears.

"Mr. Jinglu opens the way for the literary world and opens the way for Qingshan!"

PS: "Drinking" · the fifth - Tao Yuanming. Pastoral poetry masterpiece, pastoral poet representative person.

He had a far-reaching influence on classical poetry, and later generations such as Li Bai and others imitated him, and poetry articles and academic ideas have an important position in the history of world literature.