619. A Poem For Liyue, The Journey Is Difficult

"How about a glass of wine before you die..."

Zhongli smiled, nodded and said:

"Yes, how can someone who can write this kind of poetry care about such a thing?"

"Only he is qualified to speak of his reputation as a poet, and no one else is qualified to evaluate him..."

"When I saw Li Bai, I lost my life... I finally understood the pain of the poets in your world."

Zhongli smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed:

"With Zhuyu in front of me, how dare I continue to do the same thing?"

"Does Shixian have any other poems?"

It can be seen that Zhongli really cares about Li Bai, which Jiang Xuan expected.

There is simply still some time before the fireworks show, so everyone needs to slow down their drunkenness.

The key is that my wives are also very curious about Li Bai's poems.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Xuan said slowly:

"The writer who wrote about the moon: I didn't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate, and I doubted the moonlight mirror flying in the blue clouds."

"Written to a friend: The poplar flowers have fallen and the children are crowing. When I hear the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams, I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow the wind until the night is west. y

"There are many more..."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any closeness, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people, the moon does not know how to drink, the shadow only follows me, temporarily accompanying the moon's shadow, and having fun until spring.

"My songs wander around the moon, my dancing shadows are scattered. We make love together when we are awake, and we are separated when we are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han."

As Jiang Xuan spoke slowly, everyone seemed to be in a trance, traveling through time and space, and saw the cold and arrogant figure drinking alone under the moon.

The white clothes are scorching, and the black hair is crazy.

Dancing against the shadows under the moonlight, there is no structure, but it is particularly ethereal.

Everyone finally understood why Jiang Xuan said that Li Bai was the most recent immortal.

Free and easy, eclectic, wild and uninhibited...

From the bottom of his heart, he looked down upon the troubles of the world.

Zhongli closed his eyes and listened to these poems with a happy face. For him, this was a real gluttonous feast.

In the past, the poems he recited and composed were only one ten thousandth less than what Li Bai composed casually.

The first sight of Li Bai leads to a lifelong mistake

Once you meet Li Bai, you will be ruined for life!

Li Bai is indeed the mountain above the heads of all men of letters that makes them breathless.

Only people like Zhongli who have a deep knowledge of poetry can understand the despair of facing Ruxian.

When a poem comes out, there are countless more sad people in the world who dare not continue to write poems.

It is hard to imagine the psychological quality of those poets who wrote poems under the pressure of Li Bai and became the Eight Great Masters.

"There is another poem, also by Li Bai. I think it would be best to give it to Liyue."

Jiang Xuan paused and looked at Ningguang, whose eyes were full of love.

"Get pen and ink!"

Zhongli waved his hand and said excitedly:

"I wish I could discuss Taoism with Mr. Li Bai face to face, but I can remember his pen and ink because I am a minister!"

Baiwen and three others on the side hurriedly sent in pen and ink.

Just now when Jiang Xuan drank wine for the first time, they began to secretly record it.

Anyone in Liyue can see the subtlety of these poems.

Seeing that Zhongli was ready, Jiang Xuan stood up and raised his glass.

Ningguang and others also followed him, and Diluc and others, who were a little drunk, also forcibly regained consciousness, stood up, and looked directly at Jiang Xuan.

Taking one step forward, Jiang Xuan seemed to see the original Li Bai.

Across time and space, whisper softly with him.

"Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates cost ten thousand coins."

"I can't eat when I stop drinking and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss.

"If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

"When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun."

Zhongli wrote quickly, his brows furrowed and his eyes sad.

This poem is full of twists and turns and dangers at this time. Just in words, it tells all the difficulties and dangers ahead.

Zhongli also thought of Liyue now.

Liyue is prosperous, civilized and military, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

But is that all?

The revival of Tianli will inevitably bring a lot of blood and tears. Even Liyue now has little confidence in suppressing Tianli.

What's more, there is also the destined reincarnation of the First Throne.

Even if they can win, how will Liyue and even the Five Kingdoms be destroyed?

This poem evokes everyone's sorrow in one fell swoop.

This is the power of poetry.

Jiang Xuan sighed and said leisurely:

“The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult.”

"There are many different roads, where is your peace now?"

Everyone lowered their heads with some disappointment, and an aura of decadence and depression spread around.

The brush in Zhongli's hand was also trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Jiang Xuan's eyes brightened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the bright moon.

After thousands of years, only the moon remains as bright as ever.

At this moment, the figures of Jiang Xuan and Li Bai repeated endlessly, and everyone seemed to have seen the aloof figure raising a glass to the moon.

He laughed loudly, drank it all in one gulp, and pointed his sword at the sky.

"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, so you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea!"

boom!

The shock from the depths of their souls shook everyone.

Zhongli's eyes widened and he quickly wrote down.

"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and you can hang up your sails and sail across the sea?"

"Okay! A good long wind and waves will come soon!"

“Even if the road ahead is bumpy and the night is long, Liyue’s voyage will eventually break through the waves!

"The vast ocean and moonlight are all in your hands!"

"What a poet Li Bai is! What a gifted man through the ages!"

"I'm not as good as him!"

Zhongli looked at the poem written in front of him with eyes filled with relief.

The calligraphy is flowing like clouds and flowing water, and if you watch it quietly, you can see its meaning.

This is not the realm of his calligraphy, but the thickness of his soul given to him by this poem.

Even if an ordinary person has this kind of awareness, why should he, the majestic Yanwang Emperor, be afraid of Liyue's suffering in the future?

Even if the wind is high and the waves are rough, the moon will last a thousand years!

The Demon War is like this, and it will be like this in the future!

In a daze, Zhongli seemed to see the man in white clothes and blue sword across time and space.

The other party looked back at Zhongli, and the arrogant and unruly connotation in his eyes shocked Zhongli.

With a loud laugh, the other party walked into the storm.

He is enjoying suffering.

Because he understands that he is the most unyielding existence in the world.

Zhongli was stunned for a long time, and after a while, he bent down happily.

"Been taught a lesson."

Divine power spread out, turning the paper into golden rocks.

The golden divine power flows like water.

It will not be weathered for tens of millions of years.

He poured out his divine power on this poem, just like when he made the holy relic.

Zhongli said softly:

"Tianquanxing, please place this poem at the entrance of Liyue City Gate. All Liyue people in the future should use this poem as advice."

"The wind blows through the waves, and the sails hang straight on the clouds!"

"Liyue should have a resolute soul. Even if the sky falls and the earth falls, Liyue people should not bend down and surrender.

Ning Guang nodded solemnly.

Even if Zhongli didn't say it, she would do it.

This poem is so important to Liyue, especially to Liyue who wants to be a civilization that lasts forever.

There is no way to break the firm will.

This poem will give all Liyue people an unyielding soul.

"What a Li Bai. If he appears in Teyvat, I will definitely come to study with the apprenticeship ceremony.

Zhongli looked at the poem with a smile on his face.

Perhaps, thousands of years later, this poem will also become a sacred relic.

"My friend, thank you very much. This poem is the best gift I have received so far, besides the resurrection of my old friend.

“Although the world before you had no gods, there were existences that rivaled and even suppressed the gods with human bodies.

"Poetic Immortal, I am not as good as him, whether it is literary attainments or the resilience of the soul."

"I'm not as good as him.

Jiang Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Zhongli who had become a complete fan of Li Bai, and inexplicably thought of Du Fu.

…please give me flowers…………

Not without joking:

"If you were in that era, you would definitely have something in common with the poet Du Fu."

"Du Fu, the poet sage, is just like you. He saw Li Bai's poems and met Li Bai once, and he missed Li Bai all his life."

"Du Fu, the poet sage, is Li Bai's number one fan."

Zhongli smiled.

"I don't think it's something to be ashamed of if I can be impressed by Li Bai."

"But, Poet Saint?"

Jiang Xuan nodded and said softly:

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

"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

"The endless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"The war continues for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."

“There are tens of thousands of vast mansions in Anhui, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain that cannot be affected by wind and rain.

"Du Fu is as famous as the poet Li Bai."

"Compared with the unruly Li Bai, Du Fu is a realist poet who cares about the country and the people. Together with Li Bai, they are called Li Du. The name of Li Du has been famous since ancient times."

Zhongli nodded leisurely and said softly:

"It can be understood that Li Bai's poems are unruly and aloof, while Du Fu's poems are filled with worries about the country and pity for the people.

"Li Du's name is worthy of its name."

"This kind of state can be achieved by ordinary people."

Jiang Xuan looked at Zhongli jokingly and said with a smile:

"The most important thing is that Du Fu is a real fan of Li Bai.

"The poems I wrote throughout my life are either about worrying about the country and the people, or about missing Li Bai and praising Li Bai."

"Gift to Li Bai, pregnant with Li Bai at the end of the day, dreaming of Li Bai one, dreaming of Li Bai two, remembering Li Bai in spring, pregnant with Li Bai in winter, no news about Li Bai recently..."

"It can be said that Du Fu thinks about Li Bai in spring and Li Bai in winter. He thinks about Li Bai during the day and don't think about Ji Bai when dreaming at night."

"Besides worrying about the country and the people, the only thing he thinks about every day is where Li Bai went, how Li Bai is doing recently, and whether Li Bai is doing well.

"Just meeting Li Bai once and traveling with him for a while, Du Fu became a devout and fanatical follower of Li Bai."

"Du Fu, the poet named after Li Bai, wishes he could be with Li Bai every day."

"Descendants say that if circumstances allowed, Du Fu was even willing to live and sleep with Li Bai, and even wanted to be buried with Li Bai when he died.

"When Li Bai goes out, he leads his horse. When Li Bai comes home, he cooks. When Li Bai writes poems, he studies his ink. When Li Bai sleeps, he makes mosquitoes."

"Li Bai is Du Fu's Bai Yueguang. It's a pity that Li Bai himself doesn't know about this. Even if he did, he would probably laugh it off.

"He is an arrogant person."

Everyone looked at each other.

For a moment, it was hard to imagine that such a fanatical person was actually the famous poet Du Fu.

He also wrote those eternal masterpieces with the world in mind.

"Based on the principle of universality, although the relationship between Li and Du is more like Du Fu's unilateral contribution, it is still a good story."

Zhongli smiled sadly and said:

"Li Bai is worthy of it. His literary talent suppresses people all over the world. Only a great talent like Du Fu can resonate with him. w

"resonance?"

Jiang Xuan laughed dumbly, shook his head and said:

"Then you are thinking wrong."

"In Li Bai's heart, everyone in the world is an ordinary person, and he is the only one who is a true scholar."

"Li Bai looks down on everyone fairly."

"Anyone else would be arrogant, but for Li Bai, this is normal."

"This Poet Immortal is indeed magically chosen, and his talent is indeed unmatched by anyone.

"Based on a poem written by Li Bai, later generations adapted a sentence into a more suitable description for him.

Seeing that everyone was alert, Jiang Xuan said slowly:

Holding the sun and moon in my hands and picking up the stars, there is no one as small as me in the world. ".