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Deep in the galaxy, the guardian Tingquan sighed.

Is there something wrong with Xuanxuan's brain?

Just now, two star minutes ago, half an earth day ago, Tingquan was distracted in his dream and told Xuanxuan that he would be back in nine earth years to sign the study tour memorandum again.

He anticipated that something would go wrong, so he didn't take back his distraction.

Look, it's true.

This Xuanxuan remembered all the details in the dream, except for the most important thing of coming back and re-signing the study tour memorandum.

Okay, now I am still holding this copy of "Song Poems" and chewing on it. It's really irritating!

Why can’t I prioritize!

Don't worry!

He was the one who had the most problems during the last study tour, and this time it’s him again!

It’s so troublesome!

How could I have given birth to such a thing!

In a rage, Tingquan decided not to take it back anymore, so he floated on the earth to accompany Xuanxuan, dreaming every day, repeatedly telling him that he would come back in nine earth years to sign the study tour memorandum again!

After Tingquan made his decision, he calmed down and entered a meditative state again.

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At this time, Fang Chen finally got a taste of it.

This Niannujiao song reminded her of a dream, a dream she had two months ago.

It was a dream she had after she was rescued from the lake.

In the dream, she transformed into an ancient man, drinking wine and admiring the moon with many young people. The moonlight was like water and the flute played melodiously, just like the scene described in this word.

"The rainbow breaks and the rain clears the autumn sky, and the mountains are dyed with fresh green."

A rainbow looms in the clear autumn sky after the rain, and the distant mountains washed by the rain are as green as a beautiful woman's eyebrows.

"The osmanthus shadows are sparse, who can tell me that the clear brilliance of this evening is not enough? In the blue sky, where is Heng'e? She rides on this round jade. The cold light is scattered, for whom does it shine?"

This word was written on August [-], so it is emphasized: the shadow of the osmanthus in the moon is still very clear, how can it be said that the moonlight tonight is not bright enough? Thousands of miles of blue sky, where is Chang'e? Look, there, she is driving a jade plate through the silent night sky. For whom does the cold moonlight shine on the fine wine brewed from this jar of water?

"When you were young, you followed me on a journey, and the cool night air passed through the secluded paths, surrounded by the lush trees of the garden."

A large group of young people happily followed me around, walking on the quiet garden road in the slightly cool evening breeze, walking around the dense and quiet woods of Zhang Garden.

"The golden lotus is drunk, and it is rare to be together in front of a family thousands of miles away."

Together, we fill up the golden lotus leaf wine glasses in our hands, even if we are drunk. Although we are thousands of miles away from home, it is really rare to have a happy time together while drinking freely.

"In my whole life, I lived south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River. I loved Linfeng music the most. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to sing the frost-spraying bamboo."

I have been wandering all my life, traveling all over the country, and my favorite thing is to listen to the frost flute playing in the wind. Sun Lang, who was good at playing the flute, smiled slightly and played a more melodious flute sound.

Fang Chen understood the poem and remembered the melodious, profound and continuous flute sound in his dream.

I used to prefer Dongpo's poems. When I read Huanggugu's poem "Niannujiao", I can't help but compare it with Su Dongpo's poem "Niannujiao": Chibi Nostalgia. When I compare it, I feel that Dongpo's poems are more powerful.

In fact, this is preconceived. I have read Su Dongpo's "Nian Nujiao" Chibi Nostalgia since I was a child, so I naturally know that its excellence lies in its momentum and realm. However, Huang Shangu's "Nian Nujiao" feels awkward because I am not familiar with it. After reading it twice, I understand that its excellence lies in its momentum and realm. Pictures, colors, sounds, atmosphere and grandeur.

Therefore, Huang Tingjian himself firmly believes that this word "may be considered to be the successor of Dongpo's Red Cliff Song", which has a certain reason.

Huang Tingjian is worthy of being a student of Dongpo. He admired Dongpo the most in his life and imitated Su Dongpo in everything. I wrote this poem after spending five years of relegated life in the southwest. This shows that Huang Tingjian was not discouraged by the ups and downs and was unable to recover. On the contrary, in the harshest environment, he can still talk and laugh happily, showing his uninhibited and open-minded momentum and demeanor.

The more Fang Chen read, the more he liked this poem.

I really want to fill it in anyway.

But it really lacks that kind of heroic and optimistic mood, that kind of free and easy wild style.

Had to give up.

Talent cannot be squeezed out, it must come from deep within.

Writing lyrics is not that simple.