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Everyone thought that the Rams and Fang Yun were both Bright Kingdom people, either joking, or deliberately saying that they promoted the names of each other. You can see that Fang Yun’s expression is full of doubts.
Fang Yun looked at the ram with a confused look.
Everyone realized that the Rams had not discussed with Fang Yun, but suddenly spoke up. It seemed to be useless.
Many people think of Fang Yun's encounter in Bright Kingdom. It is very likely that the Rams will patrol Fang Yun, but in this indirect way, it seems that they are not like Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's confused and confused expression dissipated, and then smiled and said: "The ram brother laughed, you are a disciple of the Half Sage Aristocratic Family, how can I need help. If a person has a miss, the horse has a hoof, and the ram brother has nothing to do with even mistakes. However, you can't represent Bright Kingdom, and I can't represent it. ”
The ram patrolled easily and said: "You are too serious, I am just asking for help. Maybe I will get the questions I have prepared, so I don't need your town to go out. ”
Many of the people present were not looking good, especially the Aristocratic Family Palace Graduate.
Fang Zhenguo’s name is privately praised, but if it is called at this literary meeting, it is to make others more hostile to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and patrolled the ram, and looked at the dozens of interest. The drowning in the courtyard was silent.
"Well, since the Rams are both Bright Kingdom and the Half Sage Aristocratic Family of Bright Kingdom, I am contributing to Human Race. If Fang Yun doesn't even help this, it is too unjust, unfaithful. Not brave, I help! Even if I can't make poetry, stand there for a quarter of an hour, let everyone look at me, Fang Yun, shame, I also help! However, this is just ugly for you and me, not related to Bright Kingdom! ”
Fang Yun’s voice was loud and the number of people praised in his heart.
Those Academician and Great Scholar sighed that Fang Yun was a genius. If the two men entangled again, they would lose Bright Kingdom's face without writing poetry. Fang Yun decisively chose to help, and rudely accused the Rams of being unruly. But he won't do that, his face can be lost, but he can't lose Bright Kingdom's face in front of outsiders.
"The wind of the celebrity."The Confucius Great Scholar can't help but sigh, quite sorry.
The expression of the ram's patrol did not change at all. He still smiled. He reached into the cardboard box and took out a piece of paper. Then he sighed and said: "Sentiment." Oh, I am not prepared, Fang Yun, it seems that I really need your help. ”
Fang Yun immediately stood up and said: "Since I have promised, I am obliged."I said that I went to the table next to the ram.
Li Fanming hurriedly whispered: "Leave the best Mid-Autumn poetry in the holy sacred meeting tomorrow! Use it in the holy market, don't be motivated by them! ”
Fang Yun nodded and went on.
"I am obligated? Ok, but the classics are not there. Where is the language? ”Asked a Great Scholar.
The word Jun is slightly addicted and smiles: "When it is the language of Fang Yun, his words and poetry have always been novel."
The rest of the Great Scholar also read the sacred classics. The first time I heard this idiom, it was said that Fang Yun said.
"There is a book called "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms."Fang Yun thought of the unyielding source and came to the public patrol.
The ram patrol immediately took the initiative to research the ink for Fang Yun and smiled: "Xie Fangmao has helped each other. If there is a dispatch in the future, I am obliged to do so!"
Fang Yun picked up the brush and said: "The ram brother is polite. A few days ago, I was enjoying the moon at Yuhai City. I had a word, but I didn’t know how to pick it up. I saw Ten Kingdoms talents gathered here today, and I was away from home. I felt a little bit. ”
Fang Yun said, writing and writing.
The sea is shining and the moon is at this time.
Here is the Confucius Palace, the two sentences are out, the orange talent is out of the paper, one foot, two feet, just two sentences, it has already reached the government, and it is more than anyone in the meeting.
The word Jun immediately stood up and sang the tongue and thundered in the spring: "The sea is shining and the moon is at the end of the world."
Everyone heard the words of the word Jun, and the words of these two poems appeared clearly in their minds immediately. The voice of the word Jun seemed to write these two poems in people's minds.
The Great Scholar said: "This sentence can be passed on through the ages."
"This 'life' is not 'up', there is a concept of birth, birth, wonderful!"
"A sentence of 'the end of the world at this time', the Taoist night of the Mid-Autumn Festival everyone looking forward to the image of reunion."
Many of the Graduate Palace Graduate eyes are stunned, and they are mostly unable to reunite with their loved ones.
Subsequently, Fang Yun finished the remaining six sentences of the famous Tang Dynasty prime minister Zhang Jiuling.
Lovers blame the night, and they start to love each other.
The candle is full of light and the cloak is fascinating.
Unbearable gift, still sleepy dreams.
Finally, Fang Yun wrote "Moon the Moon" at the top.
Only three and a half feet.
"The poem came out of Mingzhou. After a long time of circulation, there is the possibility of a township!"One person whispered.
Li Fanming praised: "Good poetry! The first two sentences are half-aesthetic and the scenes are one. The last few words are like stories, and the act of thinking about the relationship is as if it is in front of you. ”
Some people are still immersed in this poem, this poem is quoted by the moon, and the lover is troubled by the night for too long, and the heart is in love. Obviously want to put out the candle to sleep, you can see the moonlight is bright, can not help but wear clothes to go out to enjoy the moon, but in the end it was dehydrated by dew for too long, want to give the moonlight to the distant people but can not do it, and finally can only Sleep, pin your hopes for meeting in your dreams.
“Fang Yun is definitely thinking about his love talents who want to write this poem yesterday. Without real experience, it is impossible to write such a meticulous and memorable poem.”
A Great Scholar smiled and said: "I don't think it's Fang Yun. Even if it's temporary, it can be poetry into Mingzhou. It's comparable to Shijun."
The word Jun smiled and said: "The 'Morning Moon in the Sea' is full of momentum, but it has a beautiful mood."At this time, the end of the world is more of a sentence to write the world, he is far from good. ”
Many people didn't care about the words of the word, but a few people remembered it. The word Jun and the poetry were originally handed over, but now they are obviously very dissatisfied with the poetry. They only say "he", even the name is not mentioned, everyone Both Zhi Shijun and Fang Yun are enemies of the death of their disciples. It seems that the word Jun is on the side of Fang Yun.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Mr. Tree moved! The leaves are falling! ”
When the people looked up, they saw hundreds of branches of old trees without wind and automatic, and made a rustling sound. Then the leaves flew down and danced like butterflies under the bright moon.
Everyone feels the joy of the old trees. This feeling is strange and absurd, but it exists.
Some people reached for a few pieces of old tree leaves. The ancient trees of the Confucius Palace are evergreen, and the leaves are not raining. Only the poems can make them forget and dying. Because of the sacredness, the leaves of Mr. Shu are The most popular souvenirs in Kongcheng.
After asking a few elders, several children immediately ran under the tree and opened their arms in the fallen leaves, cheering happily.
The ancient tree leaves are a great honor in Kongcheng, especially those who have studied at the Confucius Palace. They look at Fang Yun with great envy. After the fallen leaves, Fang Yun’s name will inevitably remain in the records of ancient trees. On the stone wall of the fallen leaves.
At the same time, people in the Confucius Palace were shouting everywhere.
"Mr. Tree is falling! Mr. Tree is falling! ”
"Go to the leaves of Mr. Yushu outside the Shushuiyuan!"
Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over and said, "Fang Yun, if I can't make poetry, would you like to help me?"
Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi: "You Liu Jia is a loyal, Liu Zicheng is bright and clear, Liu Xiang is throwing his head for my Human Race, watching the Barbarian Race corpse, how can I not help!"
Fang Yun's tone has no grievances, but the "facts" he describes are inexplicably irritating.
"Bright Kingdom's shame, Human Race thief!"A Grade can't help but scream at the left.
Many people lament that Fang Yun’s literati as a national literary person was almost killed by the Bright Kingdom’s left-hand family, and Ten Kingdoms is well known.
Liu Zizhi didn't change his color. He reached out and took out a piece of paper from the carton. His face finally changed slightly. It seemed reluctantly: "I don't know, there is a word on the paper. I have not been to Saibei. Write poetry, do you know if you can write a frontier poem?"
Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun and was filled with resentment. She never believed that Fang Yun could write good poetry for a second time in a short time.
Fang Yun wrote: "Why not? Then I wrote a book about "Chang Shanyue to send Liu Shan and the generals" to praise Liu Xiang's great achievements! ”Said, Fang Yun wrote a famous frontier of the poem Li Bai, "Guan Shanyue".
The moon rises out of the mountains, and the sky is between the clouds.
Long winds of tens of thousands of miles, blowing Yumenguan.
Fang Yun wrote that the word Jun used the tongue to sing the spring thunder, and when Fang Yun finished the first four sentences, thousands of people couldn't help but stand up, and the tables and chairs sounded into one.
"This……Too great! Sage's general mind! ”
"Repeatingly, if you paint in front of you, no, it is like a real scene in front of you, the moon goes out in the sky, in the sea of clouds, the wind blows, it is just in front of you!"
"This poem is too majestic! The previous 'Morning Sea of the Sea' is full of mighty but beautiful scenery. The first four sentences are magnificent and magnificent. The former is like the Great Confucian, and the latter is like the Military School. Absolutely! ”
An Aristocratic Family is excited and repeats: "It's right! It’s right! It’s right…”
"Mr. Tree has moved again!"
The rustling of the old trees continued to sound, and the leaves fell.
Fang Yun lowered his head and wrote the contents of the ancient poem.
Han Xiabai boarded the road, quite a glimpse of Qinghu Bay.
From the battlefield, no one is still there.
The singer looks at the side and thinks more about it.
When the tall building was this night, the sigh was not idle.
Poetry, talent is more than three feet high and nearly four feet.
"It is also the town of Mingzhou near the town!"
"Hey, if there was no Bright Kingdom left-handed in the last year, how could it be 'no one else', Fang Yun wrote well! I want to throw this poem on the face of rape! ”
"Oh, the last four sentences are really sent to the soldiers. They are thinking about the relatives at home in the moon, and on the same night, their wives are staying up late at home."
Liu Zizhi looks at Fang Yun like a ghost. It is a paper strip drawn on the spot. Fang Yun not only wrote the frontier poem, but not only the theme of the moon, but also wrote the left side, but also wrote it so well. So fast, who can compare this kind of talent? Who can hold it?
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