"I once heard a goose catcher tell a story. There were two wild geese flying together in the sky. One of the wild goose was shot down into the blue clouds, while the other wild goose fell from the sky and died for his mate.

The wild goose catcher was moved and buried them together. That place was called Yanqiu."

People didn’t know why Zhao Guanren suddenly told this story, but they heard Zhao Ning read:

"Ask the world, what is love? Directly teach life and death to be together."

"Travelling from all over the world, Lao Yi has been through the cold and heat several times."

"Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children."

"You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to?"

"Hengfen Road, the loneliness used to be the flute and drum. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear."

"It's time to sigh to summon the souls. Mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain."

"Heaven is jealous. If you don't believe in me, all the birds and swallows will be reduced to dust."

"For thousands of years, I have visited Yanqiu to entertain the poets, singing and drinking wildly."

From the previous impassioned mood, it suddenly turned into a graceful and desolate one.

This suddenly brought tears to many people's eyes.

This poem even moved Li Qingzhao, who was sitting aside.

She had just experienced displacement and the pain of her husband's death. Although she had a bad relationship with Zhao Mingcheng, she still missed him desperately.

In their past marriage, there were fun, quarrels, and more often separations caused by political turmoil.

When Zhao Ning read the sentence "Happiness is joyful, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children", Li Qingzhao put down the wine glass in his hand, and seemed to have returned to the beautiful period when he just met Zhao Mingcheng more than 20 years ago.

time.

Things are different and people are not the same.

There were even women around who couldn't help crying.

Qian Jinshu stared at Zhao Ning in shock, never expecting that he could sing such sad and affectionate words.

It seems that Zhao Guanren is the man in the situation!

After everyone's mood had dropped, Zhao Ning suddenly started again.

Everyone was slightly surprised: He could actually compose lyrics again!

"I once met an unknown old general and heard him tell his story."

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp."

"Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates are burning, and fifty strings are beating outside the Great Wall."

"When the troops are called upon in autumn on the battlefield, the horses are as fast as they are, and the bows are as frightened as thunderbolts."

"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation before and after death."

"Pity happens in vain!"

After finishing chanting Xin Qiji's poem, Zhao Ning drank a sip of wine and then continued.

"In ancient times, there is no hero to be found, but Sun Zhong is looking for a place."

"On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain."

"The grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived."

"I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."

"Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north."

"Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road."

"It's worth looking back. Under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum."

"Who is to ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

The depressed and sad mood of the crowd was quickly lifted up by these two poems, as if they saw a good man with a strong physique, leading thousands of troops and horses to gallop on the battlefield, and the sky was dyed with blood!

Hearing such words again, everyone's hearts were shocked beyond words.

People just stared at Zhao Ning blankly, and the scene was completely silent.

Zhang Wencai, Zhou Shu and others couldn't help but take several steps back.

"Bring me the wine!"

Qian Jinshu quickly brought Zhao Ning another bottle of wine.

When everyone saw this, their eyes widened: He can continue to write lyrics!

After Zhao Ning took a big gulp of wine, his mood gradually softened. He looked up at the clean night of early winter, with a silver moon hanging on the branches and a few cold stars.

Just listen to him start chanting:

"The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down. Stars are like rain, and the fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road."

"The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

"The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance."

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

After reciting this poem, Qian Jinshu couldn't help but silently recited: "The crowd has been searching for him for thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

Even Li Qingzhao also recited in a low voice: "The crowd searched for him a thousand times, but when he suddenly looked back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."

Xin Qiji is a little fan of Li Qingzhao. How would he feel if he knew that in another world, his lyrics were chanted in front of his idol?

"The wind abides in the dust and the fragrance of the flowers is gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night."

"Things are different and people are not the same. Let's stop everything. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first."

"I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is very good, so I plan to take a boat trip."

"I'm afraid that a boat in Shuanggai cannot carry many sorrows."

When Zhao Ning's poem came out, everyone almost held their breath.

Li Qingzhao, who was at the table, couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao in Lin'an after experiencing the destruction of her country and her family in official history. It expresses her longing for her old friends and home.

How could Li Qingzhao not be moved at this time?

Countless nights, she dreamed of her youth, of boating on the lotus pond under the moonlight, drinking wine and falling asleep, with the boat full of dreams overwhelming the stars.

At that time, I was so carefree that even those pretentious "sorrows" became sweet.

Finally, Zhao Ning ended with a poem that expressed his life mood. He read:

"Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, so they fall in love with the upper floors."

"Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words."

"Now that I have realized the feeling of sadness, I want to say goodbye, but I want to say goodbye, but it's a cool autumn."

Among the many poets in ancient times, Zhao Ning’s favorite is Xin Qiji.

Xin Qiji's poetry has the vigor, richness, and great sentiments of a man, but also the sadness and indifference of life.

Especially the sentence "I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool autumn."

When we are young, little things always turn things upside down, making us think that we are the unluckiest people in the world.

When we really fought in the cruelty of reality, were bruised and bruised, and raised our wine glasses, in an autumn that seemed to be sentimental, we suddenly discovered that the tranquility of autumn is the most comfortable life.

Even Li Qingzhao seemed to be infected by the phrase "I wanted to stop talking, but said it was a cool autumn."

Being optimistic and open-minded does not mean forcing yourself to be happy or pretending to be happy, but letting go.

How to let go?

Only by experiencing, pursuing, clinging to obsessions, and experiencing the warmth and warmth of human relationships and the harshness of the world will one day slowly let go.

Only when you let go can you feel calm.

This sentence written by Jiaxuan back then is probably a true portrayal of his state of mind.

After the recitation, everyone at the scene was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before someone shouted: "Cai!"

Only then did everyone shout out: "Cai!"

Zhang Wencai, Zhou Shu and others looked pale at this incident. Zhang Wencai, who prided himself on being able to write lyrics, had something in his heart crushed to pieces.

Zhao Ning raised a glass of wine and raised it in the direction of Li Qingzhao. The meaning was very clear: What Yi An said just now must be taken seriously!
Chapter completed!