Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"Xianyang is snowing at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, and the branches are half-drowned in silver. There are no spring colors, but there are many flowers, and the cover is the early flowers of the Eastern Hairpin."

It's not a good poem, or even a poem is flattering him.

It's a pity that the person didn't know it at all, and stood there complacently, looking forward to the figure in the high platform.

For a long time, I didn't see any reaction from that figure. Although his literary talents were not good enough, this man was also open-minded. He sighed and sat down.

Following the delivery of the first poem, one after another, poems began to be read out by the servants on the high platform.

Generally speaking, it is much better than the first person's, but the painting fairy in the pavilion never said anything.

Unknowingly, more than half of the people have already sent poems.

Zhao Yiren hasn't finished writing, or it can be said that he hasn't written a single sentence yet.

Holding a pen, I didn't write a single word.

Grabbing his hair, he finally didn't know if he had gone to the doctor for a sudden illness.

He looked at Gu Nan who was sitting on the side.

"Brother Gu, hey, this brother has little talent and learning. I'm afraid I won't be able to see the painting fairy girl today. I really don't have any inspiration. How about it, you can write a random song for brother and just hand it in."

"Brother Yiren, you agreed to let me drink with you. Didn't I say everything, I don't know how to write poetry..."

Being watched dryly by Zhao Yiren, Gu Nan shrugged helplessly.

"Brother Gu, I think you are a good-looking talent. You don't look like your so-called vulgar person. You are not hiding your clumsiness here deliberately." Zhao Yiren pointed at Gu Nan and said with disbelief.

The corner of Gu Nan's mouth twitched, seeing Zhao Yiren's unstoppable look, he shook his head.

Love poems... whatever, just memorize any one.

Thinking about it, he said lightly.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke. No one can rely on the mood without words.

It is planned to get drunk with the picture of sparse madness.Singing to wine, strong music is tasteless.The belt gradually widens and I don't regret it.People haggard because of Yixiao. "

Gu Nan's voice was neither soft nor heavy, the hall was already quiet, and everyone heard it clearly.

Even Huaxian, who was sitting a little far away, could hear clearly.

The poem faded away, but the whole hall was silent.

This is not like a poem, the format and sentences are wrong, but more like a tune.

The format is wrong, but it doesn't affect their understanding of the poem.

There is no word winter in the poem at all, but it makes everyone's heart a bit cool for no reason.

This is a spring poem. The person who recites the poem is leaning against the building, and the thin spring breeze is blowing in front of him, but he is full of sadness.

Some people wonder why they say spring breeze even though it is winter now.

After thinking about it, it is also true, when is it not like spring in the East Hairpin Tower?

But the painting fairy girl also came to Xianyang City in spring.

That day, the grass color and smoky light was very good.

At the end of the reading, I don't regret the sentence that the belt is getting wider and wider, and I am haggard because of Yixiao.

I have to admire it, what a beautiful poem.

Express the meaning of that bleak yearning to the fullest.

It's like telling this story again.

Fireworks in March, I once saw a beautiful woman, so far, the love has been deep.Leaning alone on a high-rise building, singing while drunk, but saying, lovesickness is endless.

Gu Nan never imagined that she just recited the most profound love poem in her memory, but it happened to fit perfectly with this feeling, this scene, and this person.

Zhao Yiren stared blankly at Gu Nan, holding a pen.

After a long time, I silently put down my pen.

With a wry smile: "Brother Gu, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You have such deep affection for Miss Huaxian."

"Huh?" Gu Nan was stunned, not knowing why the other party said this suddenly.

"This poem, what is it called?"

Gu Nan scratched his hair in a fog: "This is a word, so let's call it, Die Lianhua is ready."

"Ci? Die Lianhua?" Zhao Yiren murmured while nodding: "Die Lianhua."

Finally, I took a deep look at Gu Nan: "I won't be participating in this poetry meeting, I will help you!"

wait, what did you say?Gu Nan hadn't reacted yet.

Zhao Yiren had already put away the bamboo slips in his hand.

He solemnly raised his head and called out to the pavilion on the high platform: "Miss Huaxian, Mr. Gu next to me is writing Butterfly Love Flower, please comment on this song by Mr. Gu!"

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Sorry, I went to bed late today, hahaha, I have no class in the morning, so I slept late.

Chapter 24: If you don’t go home at night, you must say hello to your parents

No one wrote any more, and no one wrote any more poems.

After Mr. Gu's poem, they really had no face to say anything about reciting poems or fuss.

That poem is full of emotion.

On the high platform, in the small pavilion, the voice of Huaxian girl has not been heard for a long time.

At this time, she was sitting in the pavilion.

The wind blowing through the half-open window was still cool.

She did not expect to hear such a poem at this poetry meeting.

She had never thought that the withered young man by the window looked like spring in winter.