Chapter 197 Spring Dragon Poetry Club, Spring River Flower Moon Night (6)
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night.
For anyone who comes from a country with five thousand years of splendid civilization, there are always a few poems that are engraved in the memory.
For example, sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn; such as the bright moonlight in front of the bed; such as the day of hoeing at noon; such as the anthurium stirring the clear waves.
Another example is that once a poem is published, there will no longer be a bright moon in Mid-Autumn Festival poems.
Or maybe it's a single poem that overwhelms the entire Tang Dynasty, "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".
Facing such a long poem that could not summarize its status, achievements, and value, Wei Changtian subconsciously restrained his almost impatient mood just now, looked up at Shen Ran, looked at Su Wu, and then looked at Thousands of literati stretched their necks in the distance.
And everyone was also staring at him.
Eight consecutive poems passed down from generation to generation made everyone's thinking numb to the point of almost stagnating. Even Ning Yongnian had already stood up on the high platform, his eyes filled with deep astonishment.
No one knew that what stood behind Wei Changtian was all the wisdom of a long-standing civilization that had gone through countless ups and downs, twists and turns, and ups and downs.
They don't know what they will hear or see soon.
Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!
I will let you listen to it today!
What does it mean to be solitary?
What is the poem among poems, the pinnacle among pinnacles!
Taking one step forward, facing the Sun Moon Lake where the stars were reflected, Wei Changtian opened his mouth and chanted loudly.
"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide!"
"The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!"
...
It's like an illusion, it's like reality, it's like a dream, it's like waking up.
With just two sentences, the not-so-big Riyue Lake suddenly surged into a huge wave, giving people the illusion of not knowing whether they were at a lake, a river, or a seaside.
Countless golden carp jumped high above the heads of everyone on the wave, as if they had really jumped over the dragon gate and turned into golden dragons.
"When there is no wind, a wave rises! Thousands of golden carps leap about! This, these are just two sentences!"
Be it Shen Ran, who is supposed to be the protagonist tonight, or Su Wu, who is known as a saint.
Or maybe it's Yan Shuyuan, Ning Yongnian, Liu Zongliang, Liang Zhen... who came with different purposes.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene of visions, their bodies trembling crazily and involuntarily due to excitement and shock.
"Xu, Sister Xu, yes, am I dazzled?"
Youjia asked tremblingly: "Why, why can two lines of poems cause such huge waves to rise on the lake?"
"I......"
Xu Qingwan stared blankly at the man standing in front of the huge waves, with his mouth open, but unable to say another word.
And the other side.
Wei Changtian's voice continued, and each word seemed to roll from the sky.
"The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky without noticing, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible."
"The sky over the river is the same color without any dust, and there is only one moon in the bright sky. Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time? When did the moon over the river shine on people for the first time?"
"Life has been endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are just the same every year. I don't know who the river and the moon are waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water."
"..."
From big to small, from far to near.
The pen and ink gradually condensed from the clear and clear heaven, earth and universe into a lonely moon, and then used the bright moon to symbolize the recurrence and impermanence of life, the ordinary and the great.
The few dark clouds that had just been floating among the stars and the moon had long since disappeared, and the Sun Moon Lake gradually returned to calm, changing from one extreme to another.
The rippleless lake reflected the bright moon and stars, as well as the boats and figures, as if a whole world had been hidden.
"The white clouds are gone slowly, and there is no sorrow on the Qingfeng River. Who is going to be in trouble tonight? Where can I miss the moon tower?"
"It's a pity that the moon is lingering upstairs. It should be seen away from the makeup mirror. It can't be rolled up in the jade curtain, and it can't be brushed on the anvil of clothes until it comes back."
"At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The wild geese fly for a long time, and the light does not reach them, and the fish and dragon dive into the water to write a poem."
"..."
Baiyun, Bianzhouzi.
Lovesickness, Mingyue Tower.
Away from people, makeup mirror table.
Looking at each other but not hearing each other.
I don't know when, tears welled up in my eyes.
What Xu Qingwan thought of was her infatuation while sitting in front of the window of her boudoir in the capital, looking at the bright moon and thinking about Wei Changtian.
What Yang Liushi thought of was the despair of being trapped in Yanyun Mountain and thinking that he would be separated from Wei Changtian by life and death.
There is also Youjia.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at the high platform again, looking at the tall and cold profile, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sting in her heart.
She wanted to rush over desperately, but she never took this step.
Because she knows.
In his heart, Ning Yongnian has the country, the country, the people, the great cause, and the eternal aspirations... but he has no place for himself.
The bright moon can know one's own heart, but the king cannot.
...
It’s the end of spring, the end of lovesickness, the end of life.
Turning around, Wei Changtian looked at Shen Ran, who was also in a foreign land like him, and softly recited the last eight sentences of this article that was destined to be buried in the history books and shine with the sun and the moon for thousands of years.
These eight sentences are not only for Shen Ran, but also for myself.
"Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond. It's a pity that I haven't returned home in spring."
"The spring water flowing in the river is almost gone, and the moon sets over the river pool and turns to the west again."
"The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless."
"I don't know how many people will return home by the moon... The falling moon shakes my love, and the river is full of trees."
"..."
"Wow!!!!"
As the last word fell, the entire Sun Moon Lake from east to west, from south to north, every foot and every inch of the lake surface instantly rippled, and then a vast expanse of dazzling golden light rose amidst the huge sound of water breaking.
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At this time, no one was counting how many golden carp jumped out, because this number far exceeded their knowledge.
Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand?
Or all?
In this unscientific way, tens of thousands of golden-tailed carp jumped to prove to the world what unprecedented heights this long poem called "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" has reached, and even...
"What, what is this?!"
In the sudden exclamation, everyone saw that the golden light reflected by the golden tail slowly gathered together, and then turned out to form a huge golden gate with a length and width of dozens of feet!
With the appearance of the Golden Gate, all the golden carps in the Sun Moon Lake gathered together into golden waves from all directions like crazy, leaping desperately towards the Golden Gate!
It’s true, the fish leaps over the dragon’s gate!
Another vision appeared, and it was far more shocking than the "no wind but waves" just now.
For six years, the emperor's clothes have become dusty, and for one day, the water in Tianchi has shed its scales.
Could it be that today, there is really something about transforming into a dragon?!
Everyone was staring at the Golden Gate and even forgot to breathe.
And then at some point...
"Roar!!!"
An earth-shattering dragon roar came first, and a golden shadow soaring into the clouds and mist appeared later.
Surrounded by countless companions, a golden carp with broken scales and blood stains actually jumped over the Golden Gate and soared into the clouds, transforming into a more realistic golden dragon!
The golden dragon roared and swayed in the night sky for several times, and then suddenly dived towards the equally stunned Wei Changtian in full view of everyone.
Damn, repay kindness with hatred?
This golden arowana doesn’t follow martial ethics!
Seeing the huge dragon head coming towards him with its teeth and claws spread out, Wei Changtian cursed in his heart. At the same time, he quickly brought up the system interface, ready to buy a "Qingjue Jade Pendant" at any time to save his life.
But it turned out that he was overthinking it.
He saw this golden dragon roaring down, passing close to his body, and then straight up into the sky again. After a few flips, it quickly disappeared completely into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm.
The Golden Gate has dissipated, and the golden carps that failed to transform into dragons have returned to the bottom of the lake.
It was as if nothing had happened just now.
But it's really not an illusion...
Looking down at the golden scales in his hand, Wei Changtian searched the system for the same model in a second.
[True dragon forehead scale (special prop), can improve the user's level by one level, without any restrictions, 5000 points]