I Watched Short Videos Of Beautiful Women, And The Ancients Were All Stunned

Not only Li Bai, but Du Fu was also shocked.

Du Fu stood in the thatched house.

Outside, the cold wind was blowing, and the thatched house was crumbling.

Du Fu’s face is full of the vicissitudes of time. At this moment, he is no longer the high-spirited young man who could look at the mountains at a glance.

The years of hard work and the pressure of various realities made him write about hardships, hatred, and frosty temples, and he appeared on stage alone after suffering from a century-old illness!

At this moment, he and Li Bai had completely different ideas.

He has long lost the desire to compare.

He just looked at the sky and murmured to himself, “Can people like me be compared to Brother Taibai?”

“Can people like me also leave a name in future generations?”

Outside the thatched house was the howling cold wind, and inside the thatched house was Du Fu’s voice muttering to himself.

“…”

Southern Song Dynasty.

Lu You stood in the small courtyard.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and murmured, “Li Bai and Du Fu will certainly be famous throughout their lives!”

“But the number of their poems is not many.”

“But I am not talented. In the past sixty years, I have created tens of thousands of poems. In terms of quality, I dare not compare with the poetry immortals and poetry saints!”

“But in terms of quantity, I consider myself to be the best in the world!”

“This great poet of the Qing Dynasty could just punch Li Bai and stomp on Du Fu, but this great poet of the Qing Dynasty could restrain me. How is this possible!”

Lu You’s brows furrowed tightly.

In sixty years, he has created tens of thousands of poems, which is already an extremely terrifying number.

On average, one poem every two days, which is definitely a high productivity!

Even Lu You admires his perseverance!

He also looked towards the sky.

Not only Li Bai, Du Fu, Lu You and others looked closely at the sky, but so did the poets of the entire Tang and Song Dynasties!

Wang Wei, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Li Yu, etc. all looked towards the sky.

This title directly caused an uproar in the literary circles of different dynasties!

The name of the great poet of the Qing Dynasty was resounding all over the world in one day!

at the same time.

The voice from the sky came out.

[He is the poet who wrote the most poems in history. No one can compare with him in terms of quantity. Even Li Bai, Du Fu, and even Lu You, who wrote tens of thousands of poems in sixty years, are far behind him! 】

[He wrote 42,613 poems in his life. Even though there are 2,200 poets in the “Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty”, they only wrote more than 48,000 poems! 】

This line of record comes out.

Li Bai, Wang Wei, Gao Shi and others all changed their expressions.

Even Li Bai felt numb and said, “Written more than 40,000 poems in his life?”

“Even if it is a donkey that is specially used for breeding in the Tang Dynasty, it is not so productive, right?”

Lu You was even more numb.

He originally thought that if this poet of the Qing Dynasty composed more than 10,000 poems, then he, Lu You, was still young and would squeeze in and give it a try in the future!

I can still create thousands more songs.

But now, he has completely given up the idea.

The gap is too big!

There are more than 40,000 songs in his lifetime. According to his rate of tens of thousands in 60 years, unless he can live to be 240 years old!

How did you write so many poems?

Song Dynasty.

Li Qingzhao, layman Yi An and known as the most talented woman throughout the ages, also changed his eyes.

“Who is this Qing poet saint?”

Qing.

Kangxi laughed loudly. He waved his dragon robe suddenly and said domineeringly, “Tianmo, loudly, announce to the world who this person is!”

Kangxi looked proud.

He could clearly see that Wan Chao’s chat channel had exploded.

Countless people spoke out in unison, with shock on their faces.

For Kangxi, this was not only the pride of this Qing poet, but also the pride of the entire Qing Dynasty.

All the Qing emperors exhaled heavily.

At this moment, it feels like the Chinese New Year.

[He is Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, who claims to be the first emperor throughout the ages! 】

In the picture, the figure of an emperor appears!

It was Qianlong!

Brush, brush, brush.

Under the sky, the eyes of countless people were about to pop out.

“What? Is that Qianlong the poet of the Qing Dynasty who composed more than 40,000 poems in his life?”

“That Qianlong who went to Jiangnan six times and wasted people and money?”

Li Bai couldn’t believe it.

Li Qingzhao was even more stunned and found it difficult to accept.

Lu You, a patriotic poet, was completely speechless.

He looked livid and said with anger, “In my lifetime, even if I risk my life, even if I stay in this bookstore every day, even if I die suddenly, I still have to break the Qianlong’s record of more than 40,000 poems! ”

“This is a shame for us!”

In an instant, all the poets and lyricists exploded.

After all, Qianlong’s six visits to Jiangnan have been exposed, and many poets have no good impressions of him.

On the contrary, Kangxi, Yongzheng and other Qing emperors looked shocked.

Kangxi looked at Hongli who was still young at that time and said, “Hongli, do you still have this talent?”

“I really didn’t expect that,Your poems can actually crush the entire “Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty”! ”

“To suppress the entire Tang and Song Dynasty poets with the power of one person is worthy of my Aisin Gioro type!”

Kangxi laughed.

All the officials of the Qing Dynasty also had proud looks on their faces.

But Suo’etu was a little uneasy.

“Long live my lord, didn’t you realize that there is something wrong with the Wanchao chat channel?”

Kangxi looked at Suo’etu displeasedly.

But the next second.

The smile on his face faltered.

He also noticed something was wrong.

According to past situations, his grandson, Qianlong of another parallel time and space, could no longer bear it.

Even stood up and boasted.

But at this moment, even a group of poets from the Tang Dynasty and poets from the Song Dynasty are flooding the screen.

This conspicuous bag is eerily quiet.

Could it be…

Kangxi was shocked.

Qianlong period.

He Shen couldn’t help but said, “Long live Lord, you have ascended to the sky.”

“Tianmu said that you punched Li Bai, stepped on Du Fu, and hugged Lu You. These people are all great poets!”

“But why don’t you smile? Are you unable to laugh?”

Qianlong looked straight at the sky, his hands trembling faintly.

“If Tianmu’s content about me ends here, that is indeed a good thing, but going on…”

Just as Qianlong was speaking.

The sky screen changes.

[Qianlong composed 40,000 poems in his lifetime, an average of two poems a day! 】

[Next, let us appreciate the poems written by Qianlong when he was inspired! 】

in the screen.

Hangzhou, beside the West Lake.

Qianlong was wearing a golden dragon robe, with a group of ministers standing behind him. He was admiring the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.

at this time,

In the sky, heavy snow suddenly fell, and the snowflakes covered the whole world one after another!

“Long live my lord, please come inside and warm yourself up.” A group of ministers discouraged him.

But Qianlong waved his hand suddenly and said excitedly as he looked at the flying snow in the sky, “No, I am very interested in poetry at this moment and want to recite a poem!”

in the screen.

Qianlong looked at the flying snow in the sky and the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.

A burst of poetry!

He stretched out his hands and closed his eyes, as if embracing the whole world.

Then, a powerful voice echoed through the sky.

“One piece after another!”

Behind him, a group of ministers clapped quickly.

Bang bang bang!

One of the ministers said with a blushing face.

“The snowflakes all over the sky are forming a line, one after another!”

“This poem, Long Live Lord, is simply amazing, both in terms of conception and imagery!”

When Qianlong heard these compliments, he became even more poetic.

His literary thoughts surged and he composed two sentences in a row.

“Two slices, three slices, four or five slices!”

“Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces!”

The minister who spoke earlier was sweating on his forehead and his eyes were rolling wildly in this snowy day.

“The contrasts are neat and the numbers are constantly advancing, which exactly corresponds to the process of heavy snow falling from small to large!”

“As expected of Long Live Lord, this is an eternal poem!”

All the ministers praised in unison again.

Qianlong also showed satisfaction.

But the next second, Qianlong frowned.

He looked embarrassed.

He was so excited about poetry in the first three lines, but he couldn’t hold back the fourth line…