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Chapter 135 The Mid-Autumn Festival Reunion

Liu Nishang is really going crazy right now, others can't tell that the style of these two poems is written by one person, but why can't he tell?

When he memorized the half of "Gu Lang Yue Xing", and was shocked to save and study it carefully, he understood the style and charm of that poem better than anyone else.It's not an exaggeration, Liu Nishang's understanding of Li Bai's style is far better than that of Li Ze just based on this half of the poem.

Liu Nishang's claim that Yanjing Poetry Fairy is not aimless, because at least he is a poetic idiot.There are martial idiots and poetry idiots in the world. They are obsessed with something to a certain level, and they can even give up everything for that thing.

Seeing that Li Ze was going to read another song, Liu Nishang hurriedly jumped out: "Wait!"

Li Ze turned around and smiled, "Brother Nishang, what do you want to do?"

"You're lying. It's clearly written by you. You insist on inventing someone out of thin air to say that I appropriated other people's poems."

Liu Nishang thinks very highly of himself, and this time he was forced to misappropriate other people's poems.He can admit that he has lost, but he must not admit that he is plagiarism.So he would rather hear Li Ze say that he wrote the poem, not that Li Bai.

Li Ze snorted coldly: "The style of these two poems is originally from the same person, so why did you fabricate it?"

Liu Nishang's thoughts turned sharply, and suddenly he had an idea, and said: "Li Ze, since you said that he is a poet, but does this poet only know how to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems? You have read so much, but no capital is Mid-Autumn Festival poems." , You still say you didn’t write this?”

In fact, everyone in the audience watched the two fight on the court, but they already knew in their hearts that Liu Nishang had lost.Lost badly.

The judges also sighed secretly, knowing that the competition had reached this point, the winner had already been decided, including Liu Nishang, who had already tacitly agreed that he lost.Because now the two are not talking about who wins and who loses, but whether Liu Nishang has plagiarized.

Having reached this point, and looking at the different expressions of the two of them, one is calm and the other is impatient, in fact, everyone has their own guesses in their hearts.

Li Ze glanced at Liu Nishang, and said loudly: "Alright, I'll let you understand. Listen carefully, the Mid-Autumn Festival poems written by Li Bai are just a small part, just a few small shrimps in his vast sea of ​​poems. "

Liu Nishang was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Are there any other poems?"

Li Ze gave a cold snort of disdain, and said in a deep voice, "Li Bai from "Early Sending Baidi City"."

Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian

A Thousand Miles of Jiangling Returned in One Day
The apes on both sides of the strait can't cry

The light boat has passed Wanzhongshan

Liu Nishang's eyes widened, his heart was extremely shocked, where is Baidi City?The meaning of this poem is actually just to say that you are on the road, but, can you describe the road in such a mirror-like way?Is it really Shi Xian?Is there really such a person as Li Bai?
Li Ze glanced at the stupid Liu Nishang, then at the silent scene, and continued:
""To Wang Lun" Li Bai."

Li Bai is about to go on a boat

Suddenly I heard the sound of singing on the shore

Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep

Not as good as Wang Lun giving me love

Everyone in the judging panel gasped suddenly. Is there really such a person as Li Bai?Who is Wang Lun?The names of two people appearing in a poem of Qijue did not destroy the artistic conception, but on the contrary deepened the feeling that love is thicker than water.Is there really Li Bai?Who is Li Bai?

Liu Nishang's body was on the verge of falling, and at this moment, his mind was severely damaged. This kind of inner destruction was far more painful than the physical injury.He can feel that any of these poems can reach the level of being passed down through the ages.

This is not over yet, Li Ze took a step forward, his whole momentum changed in vain, his voice was calm, but he continued in a shouting voice:

"Wang Lushan Waterfall" Li Bai"

Rizhao incense burner raw purple smoke

Looking at the waterfall from a distance, Kamaekawa

fly straight down three thousand feet

Suspected to be the Milky Way falling nine days

Lizedon didn't even pause, as if he didn't even have time to take a breath, and continued to read: ""Xun Ni's House at the foot of Su Wu Song Mountain" Li Bai"

I stayed five days under the pine, lonely and joyless.

The autumn of the Tian family is bitter, and the neighbor's daughter is cold in the spring.

Kneel into the carved rice, the moonlight plain plate.

It's embarrassing, mother, three thanks can't eat.

""Shang Li Yong" Li Bai"

On the same day, Dapeng rose from the wind and lifted up to 90,000 miles.

If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake the water.

At that time, when people saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu's big words.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of future generations, and his husband should not be young.

……

No one made a sound in the field, they were all shocked by the wild poetry, yes, the same person, the same person.Who is Li Bai, why have we never heard of such a talent, and how did Li Ze know about him?

Liu Nishang's whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, his body softened, and he sat on the ground dejectedly, dripping with cold sweat.

Li Ze glanced at Liu Nishang and said, "Liu Nishang, do you admit it?"

Liu Nishang sighed weakly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I admit defeat, I admit."

Six words, using all the strength of the body.After speaking, he stood up and left the stage silently with his tired body.

The audience was silent, they all silently looked at Li Ze, and all silently looked at Liu Nishang who left the stage, they swore they had never seen such a fierce fighting poem.They didn't understand until today that the combination of these words has such a huge power and shock.

Li Ze looked at their expressions with a smile, very satisfied.Well, in this different world, let the people here know Li Bai and admire Li Bai, he feels very satisfied.This is far more gratifying than being recognized by others.

Xu Changhong sighed in disappointment, feeling that he hadn't heard enough, and said, "Li Ze, can you tell me who Li Bai is?"

"I can only tell you that that is my senior, the person I admire the most. I can only tell you that the world calls him the Immortal of Poetry, the real Immortal of Poetry. There has only been one such Immortal of Poetry in 5000 years!"

Xu Changhong didn't ask, one came out in 5000, so why don't we know?
He continued: "Li Ze, I still want to hear you recite a Mid-Autumn Festival poem to end."

Li Ze was about to agree, but there was a sudden commotion in the silent scene:

"Li Ze, read a modern poem."

"That's right, Li Ze, I've listened to too many ancient poems tonight, and now I really want to hear prose poems to change my taste."

"Li Ze, read prose poems."

"..."

Li Ze was stunned and looked at the judges.

That Xu Changhong actually had a happy face, and said: "Li Ze, all people return, everyone wants you to read modern poems, so you can read one. Tonight, your ancient poems are really wonderful, and I am also a little I want to hear your prose poems. Haha."

No one said that Li Ze hadn't written a poem yet, and Liu Nishang was not a loser.Everyone knows that Li Ze has won, and it is safe to win.Because he doesn't need to dismantle Liu Nishang, he can read those Li Bai's poems, no one knows Li Bai, only Li Ze knows, he can say that it is his own, but he didn't...

Li Ze pondered for a while, and then he made up his mind: "Well, I'll just read a prose poem, haha, it's rare for a prose poem to write about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Then, with a straight face, he said in a deep voice:
"Reunion"

That was an ordinary day.

Nothing special.

However, under the infestation of many legends, it has become haunted by people's dreams.

That little moon cake also spread to thousands of households on this day...

I was wrong, this day seems to be a special day.

Because it is the day of reunion.

This is its most special place and its greatest charm, and it is also the day that carries the greatest wish of people in China for 5000 years - reunion.

The moon is very round and full today.

Maybe God is saying in a unique voice-reunion and happiness.

This is not a small Mid-Autumn Festival, nor is it a night where you only eat mooncakes and look at the moon.

Its connotation lies in reunion, and this day is the Mid-Autumn Festival of reunion.

And this is called the real Mid-Autumn Festival, a Mid-Autumn Festival where the whole family is happy and reunited.

PS: Sorry for the late update today.

Today, Xiaobao suffered from stomach problems again. He suffered from pain for a whole day and had no energy to type.Then I just came back from the hospital, the medicine didn’t work, I took a few painkillers, and now I’m starting to rush the manuscript.

Post the two chapters that were driven out first, and there is one more chapter, which may be later.It must be sent out before ten o'clock.Students who can't wait can go to bed first and watch it tomorrow morning.

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