I always feel that I have heard the song "The Roaring Dragon" somewhere, but there is indeed no similar poem in Blue Star's memory.
Finally, Li Qingxian returned to the head of Beicheng City, with Song Yunjing's "Roaring Dragon's Song" in front of him, and he thought hard.
The wind blows the sky and piles of yellow clouds,
White water flows through Kunlun.
The great river comes from the west to the east,
The roar of the dragon spreads thousands of miles.
Li Qingxian's memory is mediocre, but after all, he has seen a large number of famous poems. This poem has a good foundation, but its momentum is much worse than that of famous poems.
After a long time, Zhou Hen, who smelled even worse of blood, came over and whispered: "Be prepared. The two people's literary spirit has dropped to half, and there is still no news from the court. At most, the three demon kings will take action in half an hour.
"
Li Qingxian looked up at the night, sighed softly, and said, "It's past midnight?"
"It's passed. Today is your birthday. You can't go back to the capital of God." Zhou Hen said.
Li Qingxian was silent.
"If you have anything to say to your family, I will have someone deliver it to you. In addition, I will arrange for them to leave Shendu and go to Wusu City." Zhou Hen said.
"Is there really no hope?"
"See for yourself." Zhou Hen pointed forward.
Li Qingxian looked forward.
The white antlers on the top of the tree-horned king's head originally only emitted a faint light, but now, they emit a dazzling white light, like a little sun in the dark night.
The antlers were originally hard and motionless, but now they turned into white flowing light, floating like water, exuding a rich and huge aura.
The antler light strips slowly extended, becoming densely packed, like long white hair, covering a radius of thirty to forty feet.
The vigor visible to the naked eye rushed in all directions.
The two demon kings with white teeth and black stripes stayed away from each other, showing fear on their faces.
Just one glance at it made Li Qingxian feel his heart congested.
"That is……"
"The deer demon clan has a powerful talent. As long as the horn of light is there, I will never be able to get close to him."
Li Qingxian looked around at the demon clan camp.
The camp is empty.
All the monsters stood between the city wall and the camp.
A pair of densely packed green eyes flashed in the dark night.
The general attack is about to begin.
Li Qingxian let out a long sigh and said, "Little Uncle Zhou, get ready."
"Okay, I'll go get the wooden eagle." Zhou Hen turned and left.
Li Qingxian took one last look at "The Roaring Dragon", and heard the sound of Song Yunjing reciting poetry in his ears.
"The wind blows in the sky and piles of yellow clouds, and the white water flows in Kunlun. The great river comes from the west to the east, roaring thousands of miles and carrying the roar of the dragon."
Li Qingxian closed the poem page and was suddenly stunned.
Because, four lines of poetry suddenly came to mind.
Li Qingxian suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt familiar but couldn't remember it, because those four lines were divided into two poems, and they were two long poems. Not only had he not recited them, but he had even forgotten the names of the poems.
The reason why I can recall it is because those four lines of Li Bai's poems are so powerful and common.
Li Qingxian unfolded the poem page again, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote and drew on the poem page.
Song Baige, who was not far away, took a look and ran over and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you preparing to leave? Do you want to change my father's war poem? This is a fourth-grade war poem."
At this moment, the continuous sound of drums came from all directions, and the demon tribes poured into the city like a tide.
The three demon kings marched forward.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, strong winds blew, and in an instant, dark clouds covering dozens of miles in radius covered Beichen City.
"Li Qingxian!" Song Baige roared.
Li Qingxian turned a deaf ear and wrote and drew for a long time. He was full of thick ink and was about to start writing when he had an idea and said: "I just thought about this war poem. I don't know why, but I always feel that there is room for improvement in this war poem.
But I didn’t know how to change it. I thought and thought, but couldn’t find a breakthrough point, until I discovered that the poem was called "The Roaring Dragon". What is a dragon? The dragon is the real dragon emperor! In my mind, the night appeared in my mind.
As I was thinking about the portrait of the emperor in the main hall of Wei Si, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed..."
Li Qingxian paused for a moment and said: "I seemed to see the Emperor standing high above the capital of the gods. With a wave of his hand, the snow in Kunlun Mountain melted, and nine streams of snow water gathered into a torrent and poured in from the west. The Emperor waved his hand again, and the nine streams of snow water turned into a torrent.
Nine white dragons crashed into Longmen Canyon. In an instant, I realized! This is, the emperor saved Beichen and gave me the chance to touch Longmen!"
Li Qingxian paused again, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This poem should only be owned by the emperor, how many times can mortals hear it!"
Song Baige was dumbfounded, watching Li Qingxian rewrite a new poem under "The Roaring Dragon" with the word "dog crawling" like a madman.
The yellow clouds move to the north and the wind blows, and the white waves flow through Kunlun in nine directions.
The great river comes from the west to break up the heaven and the earth, roaring for thousands of miles and touching the dragon gate.
As soon as this poem came out, a huge bridge-shaped rainbow a hundred feet long suddenly appeared in the sky above Beichen City.
Song Baige raised his head to the sky and counted quickly: "One, two... nine! Nine colors of rainbow, a poem? Dad! Come quickly! Beichen City is saved!"
At that sound, Song Baige broke his voice.
The nine-color rainbow suddenly rose and then disappeared slowly.
Everyone was still in a daze when Song Yunjing shook the Wen Bao, white wind swirled around his body, and flew directly over.
"What happened? Who changed the poem into Yipin? Which war poem was it?" Song Yunjing arrived before Zhou Chunfeng.
"You...see for yourself..." Song Baige pointed with trembling fingertips at the last four lines of the poem written by Li Qingxian.
Song Yunjing lowered his head and looked over.
Huang Yun moves north to stir up the wind,
The nine paths of white waves flow through Kunlun.
The great river comes from the west to decide the heaven and the earth,
Roaring thousands of miles and touching the dragon gate!
Song Yunjing only felt a buzzing sound beside his ears, and the heaven and earth became silent.
This poem is very similar to his own "Yym of the Roaring Dragon", but in terms of diction, imagery, artistic conception and majestic momentum, it far surpasses the original.
With just one glance, Song Yunjing could see the beauty of this poem.
Obviously, the wind is moving yellow clouds, and the wind has no color, but it is written as yellow clouds moving and the color of the wind is written. From real to virtual, the cause and effect are reversed, and the diction and imagery are taken to a new level.
The word "Jue" in "The Great River Comes to the West to Jue the Heaven and Earth" is a stroke of genius. With just one word, the image of the rushing river as if it bursts its embankment comes to mind, taking this poem to another level.
As for the last sentence, "Chuanglongyin" is changed to "touching the dragon gate", which is bold and majestic. The word "touch" has both impact and touch, integrating the grandeur and details of the river, making it lifelike and straight into the eyes.
"Good! Good! Good!" Mr. Haohao praised repeatedly.
Zhou Chunfeng walked over and took a look, his eyes sparkling with starlight.
"Beichen City is saved!" After saying that, Zhou Chunfeng looked at Li Qingxian and said, "You should take the lead!"
"Wonderful feat." Song Yunjing said.
The soldiers present will be short of breath, and their minor merits, first merits, and extraordinary merits will increase in sequence. Many middle-rank generals have never accomplished any extraordinary merits in their entire lives.
"Killing demons is important." Li Qingxian said modestly.
Song Baige was filled with questions and was stuck in his mouth.
Zhou Chunfeng nodded and said to Song Yunjing: "Get ready to sacrifice this cultural treasure of mine to avoid accidents!"
Zhou Chunfeng said and handed over the fragments of the great Confucian scholar.
Song Yunjing shook his head and said: "I have a fourth-grade cultural treasure in my hand. Just sacrifice that one. Your life-giving cultural treasure is too precious, so keep it well."
"When will we do it?" Zhou Chunfeng glanced at the three demon kings who were slowly approaching.
"You can do it now! Spring breeze, sweep the formation for me!" Song Yunjing said.
"good!"
Note: This poem "Touching the Dragon Gate" combines two lines from two poems by Li Bai: "Gong Wu Crosses the River" and "The Ballad of Mount Lu Sends to the Royal Xu Zhou".
The original sentences are "Yellow clouds are moving thousands of miles, and the wind is moving, and white waves are flowing down the snow-capped mountains."
