The initial comfort, like a dreamlike feeling, every frown, every word and smile, is like the spring breeze blowing on the face, like the falling rain shower. That kind of thumping, that kind of sprouting, like a ball of flame, igniting the boundless thoughts
meaning.
If life is just like seeing it for the first time, looking back, the prosperous world and the fleeting clouds are just a kind of remnant of the original, crying in my heart. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. The beauty of the past has become a mirror, and the tears are hanging down.
The thought of looking back, like the falling flowers and running water, the spring has gone, and it is in heaven and on earth.
The girl's school secretary Mo'er, who was standing pretty on the stage, burst into tears just after hearing this sentence...
Before everyone could wake up from the first sentence, Feng Shanshui read out the second sentence:
What's the Autumn Wind Sad Painted Fan
This sentence uses the allusion of Ban Jieyu of the Han Dynasty who was abandoned. Ban Jieyu was the imperial concubine of the Han Dynasty. She was slandered by Zhao Feiyan and retreated to the cold palace. Later, there was a poem "Song of Resentment", using the autumn fan as a metaphor to express the resentment of being abandoned. Here is
It was said that they were in love with each other at the beginning, but later they became separated and abandoned today.
The girl's school secretary on the stage was originally just a little tearful, but now a few tears have fallen down her cheeks...
The brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand sped up, and he wrote quickly with swishing strokes.
"Easy to change old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are easy to change"
These few sentences are full of euphemistic and sad charm. Just two sentences are worth a thousand words. All the indescribable complex feelings of life seem to come to my heart because of these sentences, making people feel thousands of emotions. Everything in the world is like a dog in the white clouds.
, ever-changing, fate gathers and falls, people always look back, and the beauty disappears. My heart aches, but I can only helpless, I look back suddenly, with clear tears. The moon waxes and wanes, people have joys and sorrows, those
The turbulent love, hate, and hatred are like spring water flowing eastward in a river.
After these few sentences, everyone's expressions not only changed, some seemed to be touched by the heartstrings, as if they remembered the past; some listened quietly, wanting to hear the following verses; of course, many people frowned
Brows, can such a poem full of life insights and emotional insights be produced by such a young man who doesn’t even have a hair on his head? It’s very doubtful.
Zhu Pingan has always been low-key and seldom hangs out with others. All his fellow students and candidates have left at least five or six poems in Anqing Mansion. Zhu Pingan only has two poems at the Jingxian Poetry Society, and they are still full of doubts.
of two articles.
There are small talents, but everyone is still full of doubts about whether they are big talents.
After all, this kind of poetry can be immortalized forever. How could it be written by a young man who is only thirteen years old and has no reputation at all? Especially this kind of poetry that requires emotional experience to be written, was written by a person with no hair.
The young man who found everything is really unbelievable.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood aside quietly, the usual arrogance on his face disappeared, and he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through...
The discussion at the scene has gradually become louder, with most of them doubting and less admiring.
Zhu Ping'an seemed unable to hear the crowd's voices or see the changes in their emotions. He continued to stand there and write furiously, finishing the remaining verses in one go:
"Lishan said that after the clear night, half tears, rain and zero bells, I will never complain.
How can I be lucky enough to have a man in a brocade dress with his wings and make a wish for that day?"
When Zhu Ping'an finished the last stroke, Feng Shanshui beside him seemed to be filled with emotion and read the whole poem again.
The female school secretary who stood on the stage looked at Zhu Pingan with burning eyes, tears streaming down her face.
This word is so suitable for this kind of romantic place. The whole text uses the tone of a lovelorn woman to condemn the heartless Jin Yilang. The starting sentence is very novel. Originally, the two were in love and wished they could live together day and night. However, if they knew that they would be separated sooner or later, it would be better
Keep the beauty of being away from each other when you "first met". Then, people who describe a change of heart often blame the infatuated but abandoned party for the first change of heart. The love and hatred of the lovelorn woman can be seen. After that, the allusion of the Qixi Festival of Eternal Life Palace is quoted and condemned.
Although the lover had made a vow to each other that day, now he has betrayed his love!
In the end, I can only say one thing, if life is just like the first time we met.
After reading the whole poem, everyone had mixed feelings. This is definitely a poem that will last forever, but it was written by a young man with no hair on his head and no idea what he was doing. No matter how you look at it, it makes people suspicious.
The girl's school secretary, Mo'er, was so touched that she couldn't help herself. Her tears had already wetted her veil, and she bowed to Zhu Ping'an.
Someone saw the girl's school secretary's actions for the first time, and before the girl's school secretary could express her gratitude, he took the lead and expressed his doubts to Zhu Ping'an.
"Did you write this poem yourself?"
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be you who did it?"
The man concluded his words, was stunned for a moment, and then asked again with certainty, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you have such a life understanding of love, hatred, and hatred?"
Many people who had the same question couldn't help but agree.
Zhu Pingan's smile remained unchanged and he asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
The man did not hesitate, "Of course it is the truth."
"The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains."
If you have never eaten pork, have you never seen a pig run away? There are some deeply touching and most hateful love stories in history, and there are no shortage of stories about romantic talents and pretty ladies.
After being slightly startled, the man asked again, "Where are the lies?"
"It's a lie... I copied it from a guy with the compound surname Nalan, whose name is Xingde, whose given name is Rongruo, and whose nickname is Drinking Water."
Nalan Xingde? What a strange name. Where did he come from? Why have I never heard of it?
While everyone was doubting, Zhu Pingan had already turned around and left. The bustling Zuijun Tower never made Zhu Pingan miss him for a second.
"Sir, please stay..."
Even the girl standing on the stage, who has been admired by everyone for several years and is still veiled, has put her hand on the veil and will pull off the veil in the next second to reveal her world-famous face.
Zhu Pingan was never allowed to look back.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs.
Then, everyone could only vaguely see the young man with the black board between his legs through the window, walking into the wind and rain again.
Different road non-phase plan!
Zhu Ping'an, who was walking in the wind and rain, whispered softly and strode towards the direction of the inn.
I don’t know if the unfinished meal is still kept in the inn. I didn’t eat much to begin with. Is the handful of money I grabbed too much or too little? It was too hasty to be dragged away by the villagers when I left. Such a situation in Zuijun Tower
After struggling, I became even hungrier. The rain seemed to be getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger. My soaked clothes clung to my body, unable to block the cold wind and rain. I had better hurry back to the inn and drink a bowl of ginger soup and take a hot shower.