The Internet celebrity participated in the role of Wolf Warrior, and the whole Internet scolded him

With the pen closed today, he can no longer paint.

No one can experience this loneliness.

Everyone is saying how amazing he is and how good this painting is.

However, none of the poems spoken by anyone touched his heart.

Until now, until Li Jiahang recited this song "Jiang Xue"!

Feng Wangjiang felt that his life was finally complete at this moment.

This painting is finally a success!

Great, great, great!

The faces of all the literati present also became very exciting.

Especially Sun Wen who looks down on Li Jiahang...

However, it has not waited for them to fully understand the artistic conception in the poem.

Li Jiahang spoke again, and threw out a short poem!

"Under the Yugu Terrace, how many passers-by cried in the clear river water? Looking northwest at Chang'an, I feel sorry for the countless mountains. The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward. The river is full of sorrow at night, and partridges are heard deep in the mountains."

"One more song for you."

"One coir, one hat, one flat boat, one foot of silk and one inch hook. One song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone one river autumn."

Chapter 702

In just a few minutes, Li Jiahang threw out two poems and one word!

The first song "Jiang Xue" fits perfectly with this painting.

Even the paintings are not worthy of poetry.

The second poem, "Bodhisattva Man · Shu Jiangxi Stomatology Wall", has a great sense of imagery, every word and every sentence, with profound realm.

In the third poem "Only Fishing on the Autumn River", there is no description of snow in the poem.

At first glance, it seems that it has nothing to do with this painting.

No, to be precise, the first sentence "one hat, one boat" fits well with the painting, but the following sentences have nothing to do with it.

but......

If you think about it, the situation is completely different!

This poem also has a unique realm.

"One coir, one hat, one flat boat, one foot of silk and one inch hook. One song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone one river autumn."

The seven-character quatrains, in short words, describe a person dressed as a fisherman fishing on the river.

A coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, a light boat with a leaf, and a fishing rod, the anglers sing and drink at the same time.

The chicness of fishing is vividly portrayed, but the bleakness and loneliness hidden in the leisurely life make the whole poem feel completely different!

"'One person fishing alone, one autumn river' seems to return to the original meaning of fishing, but this 'fishing' is no longer the other's 'fishing'. Enjoying the autumn scenery of a river, feeling the autumn colors of a river, it is a kind of feeling to think about it, or to say , the last sentence is already 'reality and reality'."

"Using autumn to associate the bleak snow scene, wonderful, wonderful!"

There were a few poets who couldn't help discussing at that time.

Everyone was shocked!

Two poems, one word, absolutely appropriate, all of them are excellent works that are very relevant to the topic!

Don't say they can't write it, even if they are compared with famous ancient poems in history, they are not far behind!

certainly......

These three poems were originally the works of famous masters, but now they are just taken out by Li Jiahang to smash people for fun.

Listening to everyone's discussion, Li Jiahang smiled slightly, looked at Sun Wen who had provoked him before, and said lightly: "Two poems and one word, I think, it shouldn't be very bad."

"Whether it's an eye-opener or a show of ugliness, let's talk about it?"

Sun Wen's face turned green and pale, and he stood there in a daze, unable to speak a word.

Open your eyes?

Ugly?

How can he have the right to speak?

Sun Wen was speechless, and the faces of the others were also a little ugly!

They are such a large group of people who call themselves contemporary literati and poets, and they just read Wenjue's words and recite poems every day.

result......

No one can write a poem that fits perfectly to the subject.

Look at another outsider...

An actor, singer, director, screenwriter...

A person who shouldn't write poems anyway, but throws out two poems and one word...

This talent... is simply unmatched!

"Aren't you quite capable? Why don't you talk? Say that my boss is making a fool of yourself, so go ahead!"

Wang Sicong stabbed again in a daze.

Sun Wen only felt a burning pain on his face, wishing he could get in through a crack in the ground...

The gap is too obvious!

After holding it in for so long, he finally came up with a five-character poem.

Let him write again, how can he write it!

Even with a knife on his neck, he couldn't write!

To be honest, he really wanted to stand up in his heart, he wanted to come up with a five-character or seven-character song, and slap Li Jiahang in the face severely.

But......

Strength does not allow it!

All the ink in his stomach was used in the previous miscellaneous poem.

Now let him write, what does he use to write?

No artistic conception, no emotion, no starting point.

My head is like a mess.

In addition to feeling ashamed of myself, it was the two poems and one word that shocked Li Jiahang.

Now, he suddenly regrets...

I have nothing to do, so why provoke Li Jiahang?

Why do such a thing?

But apologies...

Let him apologize to an actor?

impossible!

Sun Wen gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly and said nothing, waiting for others to say a few words for him, pass him a step, and excuse him.

but......

At this time, the old men were too busy discussing poetry to care about him.

Only Wang Sichao passed him another step.

"Are you dumb?"

"Speechless, huh?"

"Okay, let me tell you a truth, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"It's okay, don't always look above the top and look down on people."

"What the hell, you can read two lines of poems, that's amazing? You have the right to look down on others?"

Sun Wen raised his head and glanced at Wang Sichao.

but......

After just a glance, he lowered his head again and left without stopping.

He just wanted to go quickly and stay away from this place of right and wrong.

"There's no need to say that much."

Li Jiahang glanced at Wang Sichao helplessly.

At the same time, a group of old men were once again shocked, or shocked!

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Chapter 703

When Wang Sichao spurred Sun Wen away, everyone present fell into a bigger problem.

Two poems and one word, each capital is a masterpiece.

but......

Which song to use?

For the first time, Feng Wangjiang felt the troubles of happiness!

Originally, there was not one.

But now, everything is available.

He likes the simplicity of poetry and the artistic conception of words.

"To say it's appropriate, the first one is actually the most appropriate and perfect."

An old man suddenly opened his mouth and said with emotion: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of trails of people disappear. I am alone in a boat and a cape, fishing for snow in the cold river."

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Does this poem have a name?"

""Jiang Xue"."

"Nice name!"

"I think, this is the one!"

"What about the other two songs?"

"Writing, framing! How can such a classic poem be thrown away?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes fell on Li Jiahang again.

Feng Wangjiang looked at Li Jiahang, his eyes were full of hope: "Jiahang, you wrote this poem, how about you inscribe it for me?"

"This... seems a little bad, doesn't it?"

Li Jiahang scratched his head, a little embarrassed.Calligraphy, he can't write!

"What's wrong with this, what's wrong with the poem you wrote?"

After finishing speaking, Feng Wangjiang suddenly murmured in his heart.