Little Farmer Big Star

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the words on the rock.

This is a rather hard rock. To leave words on it and write them so freely and unrestrainedly, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Who left these words? Doubts arose in everyone's minds again.

"Let's read the content first. After reading it, maybe you will understand." Someone said.

Everyone nodded in unison, and someone read it aloud.

"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young.

Um? What does it mean? Is it a poem? "

"It must be a poem, but I can't understand what it means."

"Whatever it means, just keep reading."

"The clock of creation is beautiful, the yin and yang are separated by the dusk.

Well, this sentence is barely understandable. Let’s look at the next sentence. "

"Zeng Yun is born when the chest is widened, and the returning bird returns to the canthus.

Well, I seem to be able to understand this sentence to some extent, but I don’t seem to be able to fully understand it. There is also the last sentence. "

"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."

If the first few sentences are a bit unclear to everyone, then this last sentence is easy to understand at a glance.

Moreover, it instantly gave rise to a feeling of ambition and pride.

Everyone was startled, and then, no one spoke, and no one applauded. Everyone just stood on the top of Mount Tai, looking up and jumping. The mountains were endless, disappearing and appearing in the clouds and mist, and all the mountain tops were at their feet. .

A kind of heroic feeling that all the mountains are under my feet and there is no one else in the world is stirring in my heart. There is an arrogant and arrogant spirit in my heart that seems to be bursting out from my mouth.

This feeling is unprecedentedly smooth and comfortable, and this is the real feeling of relaxation and joy.

They had stood here for so long before and had never felt such a strong feeling.

Now, the sentence "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance." brought their mood and feelings to a very high level, making them want to laugh out loud.

After a long time, everyone's excitement calmed down a little, and they all said excitedly:

"Standing on the top of Mount Tai and feeling this poem is definitely an ultimate enjoyment. Moreover, we have only felt this last sentence. I have a feeling that the first three sentences should be equally extraordinary. .”

"Yes, but unfortunately our poetry level is still a little bit behind after all. It would be great if someone could appreciate it. I feel that connecting the four lines of poetry should give people a stronger feeling."

"I didn't expect that a poem could have such an effect. This is an effect I have experienced personally. I am so lucky today."

"Wait, who wrote this poem? There is no name on the stone. Could it be..."

"You mean, it was written by that enviable brother just now?"

"Isn't it possible? Apart from other things, the little brother with thin arms and legs just now had so much strength to leave these words on this rock?"

"That's true, but if it wasn't him, who could it be? If it existed before, it would be even more impossible."

"This is a really weird thing."

"..."

Everyone frowned and thought, and the scene became slightly quiet, but the sound of poetry reciting from the Yayun Poetry Club not far away could be heard.

Everyone looked up and smiled, wondering if they should say, "What a coincidence."

I saw the young man reciting his masterpiece with great emotion, and it was that "Brother Yan" again.

After a while, "Brother Yan" finished reciting, and the people around him applauded again, and there were also people who commented decently.

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time.

Yan Yunqiu recited another poem, and while he was feeling proud, he suddenly heard bursts of laughter coming from the opposite side. He didn't know if he was a little too sensitive, but he always felt that there was some irony in the laughter.

Then he snorted softly and said loudly: "Why are you laughing?"

Everyone here looked at each other, and a tall and thin man said: "I'm not laughing at all.

I just find it a bit funny that some people look complacent despite reciting a bad poem. "

"Oh, really?" Yan Yunqiu was not angry and said, "Maybe my poems are indeed a bit bad. I wonder if you have written a good poem to open our eyes?"

The tall and thin man here laughed and said: "What a coincidence. We did make a good poem here. Well, no, it's an excellent poem. Since you want to hear it, we will read it to you. Listen to it, so that you can know what truly good poetry is, so that you will not continue to be embarrassed."

With these words, not only Yan Yunqiu, but also most of the people in Yayun Poetry Club burst into laughter.

Although they did not agree with Yan Yunqiu's behavior of provoking trouble to the other party, what the other party said was indeed funny.

It is indeed a big joke that a person who doesn't understand poetry at all dares to say that he has written a wonderful poem and asks professional poets from the Yayun Poetry Society to learn about it.

Yan Yunqiu suppressed his laughter and said: "Then I wonder what your wonderful poems are like? This place is full of passion and passion, and we are here to smile like this? Wow haha!"

The tall and thin man smiled lightly and said, "What does it look like? Don't you know it as soon as you hear it?"

Yan Yunqiu sneered and said, "Okay, we are all ears. Read out your masterpiece. We promise not to laugh."

The tall and thin man also sneered and said, "Then you just listen. How about Mr. Dai Zong? Qi Lu is still young."

Although they cannot fully understand the meaning of the first three lines of the poem, they absolutely believe that the first three lines of the poem will be equally extraordinary.

Although the Yayun Poetry Club promised not to laugh, after the tall and thin man read out the first line of the poem, Yan Yunqiu and some people from the Yayun Poetry Club still laughed unceremoniously.

After Yan Yunqiu laughed, he said: "Let me go, what do you mean by this poem? Isn't it because you think that if you put some words together in a very high-quality way, it will be a good poem?"

The hearts of others suddenly lurched. After thinking about it for a while, they all took a breath and looked at each other with disbelief. Then they quickly stopped Yan Yunqiu and others from laughing and said, "Brother Yan, everyone. Brother, don’t laugh yet, this poem doesn’t seem that simple.”

After Yan Yunqiu and others heard this, they were quite unimpressed. How could such a messy poem be so simple?

Yan Yunqiu and the others were laughing, but the tall and lanky man and the others secretly despised him in their hearts, "Tsk! You are saying that you are a professional poet, but you still can't understand this line of poetry?"

The tall and thin man sneered and continued to read: "The bell of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang are separated by the dusk."

"this……"

Yan Yunqiu and some of the people from Yayun Poetry Society who had laughed just now felt their hearts tremble and stopped laughing after hearing this sentence.

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