Playing and singing fairy tales in front of the queen and debuting

"The seedlings of Emperor Gaoyang are here, my emperor called him Boyong..."

Su Mu began to recite "Li Sao" loudly.

This world will usher in the birth of a masterpiece!

Qu Yuan in this world has created many poems, but "Li Sao" is the only one that is reserved for Su Mu today.

Although it was a bit unbelievable, things like time travel had happened to me, and other unbelievable things seemed much more normal.

"I took a long breath to cover my tears, mourning the hardships of the people's lives.

Although Yu is good at repairing and restraining him, he will replace him at night and at night.

Not only for Yu Yihui, but also for Yu Yihui.

I also have a good heart, even though I died nine times, I still haven't regretted it..."

"Li Sao" is a political lyric poem written by Qu Yuan based on the political reality of Chu State and his own injustice, "expressing emotion with anger".Because it expresses the poet's life experience, thoughts and circumstances to the fullest, some people regard it as an image record of Qu Yuan's life and call it the poet's autobiography.

"Li Sao" is very long, but everyone at the scene listened quietly, and no one made any abnormal noises.

It was a patriotic poem, a great poem they had never heard.

Su Mu said he was tired, so he just took a sip of wine.

And every time Su Mu drank, it was when all the audience breathed.

When Su Mu was reciting poems, everyone's breathing subconsciously stopped, causing some people's faces to turn red without knowing it.

To be able to witness the birth of a great poem with your own eyes, what is it like to be blushed? !

"The road is long and long, I will search up and down..."

The road is narrow, long and boundless. I want to go to the world to find the sun in my heart.

"I don't know anyone in the country, so why care about the old capital!

Since there is no such thing as a beautiful government, I will live in Peng Xianzhi. "

373 sentences.

2490 words.

When Su Mu finished reciting the poem, everyone at the scene hadn't reacted yet, and they were still immersed in the incomparable shock.

No one believed that this thousand-word poem was created by Su Mu on the spur of the moment.

Of course, even if it was not created temporarily, it is still a shocking work.

After a brief silence, there was a huge explosion that shook the world.

The shouts sounded instantly.

There was endless applause.

The huge sound waves hurt the eardrums of those who listened.

The barrage in the live broadcast room only has the word "beautiful".

Minister Zhai, who was applauding, couldn't help shouting: "Genius! A genius of poetry!"

Minister Zhang agreed very much: "It's not just a genius, it's simply born for poetry!"

The two were able to achieve the position of ministers, obviously they had a certain cultural background, so they were even more shocked by Su Mu's talent.

Amid the cheers and applause, Su Mu shouted to the students who were still in a daze: "What are you doing in a daze, rush to the finish line and win the first place!"

Although the chances of winning have been secured, if the red line has not been crossed, it is still not considered a win.

The students who reacted were extremely excited, their faces were flushed, and they exerted all their strength like chicken blood.

A gust of wind blew across Su Mu's cheeks, and he raised his head and drank the last sip of wine. Su Mu decided to be arrogant like Li Bai in ancient times:

"I, when I was five years old, recited Liujia, and when I was ten years old, I watched hundreds of schools.

Since Xuanyuan, it has been quite heard.

Fifteen Wonderful Books, written as Fu Ling Xiangru..."

As soon as these crazy words came out, everyone was taken aback.

I haven't boasted yet, so I'm out of breath?

Su Mu didn't need everyone's praise, he praised himself:

"The nearby Yiren Su Mu, who came from Emei, has heaven as his face, Tao as his appearance, he is unyielding, he does not interfere with others, he is only one person.

If you want to lean on your sword outside the sky, hang your bow and Fusang.

Floating all over the world, traversing the eight wildernesses, out of the boundless universe, into the vastness of the sky. "

quiet!

Needle drop can be heard at the scene.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly suspended.

Crazy!

There's no end to madness!

But, it sounds so domineering!

George was clenching his fists tightly at the moment, his eyes were shining brightly. Although Su Mu's words were arrogant, they were once something he thought about but didn't dare to do. Today, when Su Mu said it, he felt unprecedented refreshment in his heart.

Qiao Xiyan looked at the energetic Su Mu from a distance, her heart beat faster, her face was flushed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Chen Yan, the commentator, was also shocked by Su Mu's arrogant remarks. She had already thought up words to praise Su Mu, but now that Su Mu came out like this, she was a little at a loss .

……

Dean Cao is also watching the live broadcast.

At first, Dean Cao wanted to see how much Su Mu weighed, but in the end, he was so shocked that the brewed tea was cold without realizing it.

Beside Dean Cao, there is also a grey-haired but hale and hearty old man who looks older than Dean Cao.

"Old Cao, don't be in a daze, tell me what you think of Su Mu's poem?"

Dean Cao came back to his senses and exclaimed: "This is a passionate political lyric poem, an artistic masterpiece combining realism and romanticism. Some fragments of the poem reflect the historical facts at that time... ..."

After explaining his views, Dean Cao suddenly stopped, glanced at Song Wenwu, curled his lips and said: "Old Song, don't just let me talk, you are the president of the Poetry Association, you are more powerful than me." I understand!"

"This poem is too long, I can't remember it at all, and I don't even know how to write some words. I still need to ask Su Mu for an original manuscript, so that I can study it carefully and really understand this poem. Those things that poetry really contains."

"Don't talk about what you have or what you don't have. If you have any thoughts now, just say it and let me listen to it."

In front of Song Wenwu, Dean Cao was like an old child, less majestic and more cute.

"Forget it, let me just say it briefly."

Song Wenwu pondered for a moment and said:

"Lyric poems are generally short and have no storyline.

This poem is magnificent in length, and it seems that the mountains and rivers are at an end, and in the blink of an eye, there is a new scene, with ups and downs, hundreds of turns, so that the narrative poem and the lyric poem are integrated.

With love as the heart and things as the surface, depressed and resentful. "

"Wonderful!"

Dean Cao did not hide his admiration in his heart, and gave Song Wenwu a thumbs up: "If you want to say that you are still the president of the Poetry Association, Song, this view is far beyond what laymen like me can compare with."

"It's ridiculous!"

It was rare for Song Wenwu to be humble.

The main reason is that Song Wenwu didn't really study this poem thoroughly, otherwise, he would not be modest, maybe how to show off!

"By the way, Lao Cao, you have met Su Mu once, what do you think of his character?"

"Excellent!"

"Can it be of great use?"

"..."

Dean Cao suddenly fell silent.

Song Wenwu frowned, and asked puzzledly, "Why didn't you speak suddenly? Is there something unspeakable, or..."

"Su Mu is a great talent, and we can't restrain him."

"...Then shall I still invite him?"

"send!"