Chapter 168 167. Qin Shiming Moon and Han Shiguan! Three masterpieces born in one morning?
Departing from the hotel, Han Qing sat in the car and started a live broadcast. The live broadcast camera was always focused on Jiang Chen and the scenery outside the window that Jiang Chen was looking at.
From high-rise buildings, all the way to the suburbs of Chang'an.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has been stable at around one million people online.
Many viewers are still discussing the Liangzhou poem written by Jiang Chen just now, and also gave the original Liangzhou poem to Yan Ruyu. Many people are still very enthusiastic about this kind of generous work, hoping that they are The next lucky one.
"Yan Ruyu also received a gift from Lao Jiang. This Liangzhou poem is really well written."
"The luminous cup of grape wine, this first sentence made me kneel down."< br>
“Trivia, grapes were brought from the Western Regions. The first sentence of this chapter highlights the prosperity and development of the Tang Dynasty!”
“Frontier poems, Why are there only masterpiece-level frontier poems in the Tang Dynasty? Because in that era, everyone wanted to become a general, everyone wanted to expand the territory, everyone wanted to destroy the country alone, and everyone just wanted to live in a corner. The weak Song Dynasty is completely different."
"Lao Jiang has really left Chang'an, hahahaha, I am waiting for Lao Jiang to come home in Rongcheng."
……
That’s when.
Jiang Chen said to Chen Xiaojia who was driving: "Xiaojia, stop the car!"
Chen Xiaojia quickly grasped the steering wheel and slowly parked the car on the side of the road, which had just left Chang'an. , you can vaguely see the outline of Chang'an from behind, and you can see the vastness of the northwest land in front.
Seeing Chen Xiaojia park the car, Pu Yuexi in front also quickly parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and walked over.
Jiang Chen stepped out of the car, looked back at the outline of Chang'an, then looked at the road ahead, stretched out his hand and said, "Bi Mo!"
Han Qing quickly fixed the phone and then picked up her backpack.
Chen Xiaojia and Pu Yuexi immediately took out the simple desk from the trunk and started assembling it.
No one said anything, they just got busy quickly, fearing that speaking would disturb Jiang Chen's inspiration.
As soon as Jiang Chen took action, he wrote almost all masterpieces that were handed down from generation to generation. They did not dare to disturb the birth of a masterpiece that was handed down from generation to generation. They just prepared it for Jiang Chen as quickly as possible so that Jiang Chen’s inspiration could Spread it out as soon as possible, don't waste it.
After all...
They know that an artist's inspiration is extremely accidental and may disappear in a second.
The barrages and reward messages in the live broadcast room exploded again.
"Come, come! Lao Jiang's hard control, pen and ink!"
"Woo woo woo, Lao Jiang really loves Chang'an. Before he left, he still Want to write a work? ”
"Lao Jiang, leave some inspiration for your hometown, Rongcheng."
"Lao Jiang, why don't you draw a lottery now? I don't mind it, I will get whatever you write."
"Old Jiang..."
...
Chang'an.
Yan Ruyu personally framed the Liangzhou poems given to her by Jiang Chen in the study room. At the same time, she was watching Jiang Chen's outdoor live broadcast. Seeing Jiang Chen get out of the car and call for pen and ink again, she immediately stopped what she was doing and started seriously. Looking at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.
"This Liangzhou poem is already considered a masterpiece among frontier fortress poems. It is no worse than several masterpieces of frontier fortress poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Now Jiang Chen has another inspiration and wants to Write poems about the frontier? Or about the scenery of Chang'an?"
Yan Ruyu murmured to herself, looking forward to it.
Ding!
Her mobile phone message rang.
However, she didn't take a look.
Because there are already a lot of unread messages on your phone.
There are messages from classmates, high school classmates, college classmates, a few best friends, as well as her brother and parents, all asking about the Liangzhou song Jiang Chen gave her. of words.
However, she had to focus on framing the original poem by Jiang Chen, so she did not reply to any message.
At this time, she did not check the messages on her mobile phone.
But...
Buzzing buzzing...
The phone vibrated.
Brother Yan Rufeng couldn't help but hit him.
Yan Ruyu didn’t take her eyes off the live broadcast screen. She reached out to pick up the phone and answered the call. She said bluntly: “Ji Sa Zi?”
When Yan Rufeng heard her sister's words, she was not angry or surprised at all. This was the Sichuan and Chongqing girl Yan Ruyu she was familiar with. She seemed to be a completely different person from the soft and gentle Sichuan girl who was with Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.
Yan Rufeng said with a smile: "I didn't urge you, I just asked my mother and grandfather to ask you to come back after a long time. They miss you."
Yan Ruyu smiled and said in the same direct tone: " Miss me? I don’t believe it, I just want to see it. I have Liangzhou Ci in my hand, right?”
Yan Rufeng: “By the way, let’s enjoy Jiang Chen’s masterpiece.”
Yan Ruyu: “I know, I’m busy with the flight in the afternoon. Time to chat with you.”
Yan Rufeng: "Be careful when you frame it yourself. Grandpa said, if you are not sure, bring it back and he will do it himself."
Yan Ruyu: "I know!"
Yan Rufeng: " I have never seen such tenderness in your baby."
Yan Ruyu: " Hee hee, you are my Guoguo, you don’t need my tenderness.”
Yan Rufeng, who was far away in Chengdu, looked helpless, but there was also a hint of doting in his eyes. He had followed his only sister since he was a child, so he treated Yan Ruyu the same way. Extremely tolerant, as long as he can do it and has it, he is willing to give it to his only sister.
Because, she called herself Guoguo...
Hung up the phone!
The handsome and tall figure of her brother also flashed in Yan Ruyu's mind, and then she continued to look at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.
I saw that a table had been set up in front of Jiang Chen. Han Qing placed the pens, inks, paper and inkstones one by one, and then polished the ink for Jiang Chen.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Yan Ruyu’s face. If she could set off with Jiang Chen, she would be able to polish Jiang Chen’s ink in person, and she could also watch Jiang Chen write the ink at close range beside Jiang Chen. One after another, the works are handed down from generation to generation, leaving behind calligraphy treasures that will go down in history.
"Hey!"
Thinking of Jiang Chen's neglect and deliberate distance from her, Yan Ruyu could only sigh.
At this time.
On the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen had already picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. Then the brush fell directly on the snow-white paper, and then the words appeared quickly one by one.
Join the army!
Three words jumped out on the page.
Yan Ruyu immediately sat up straight, her eyes widened, and she murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, it is another frontier poem. Jiang Chen's inspiration at this time is all related to Chang'an and the prosperous Tang Dynasty! It’s a fascinating history.”
Yan Ruyu understood Jiang Chen’s inspiration for the frontier poem at this time.
Because, this is the charm of Chang'an and Datang.
No Chinese descendant can refuse.
Far away in Beijing!
Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun were still in the office. None of them went to class. They stared at Jiang Chen and wrote the words "join the army." Everyone's face was full of anticipation.
Lin Shuang said excitedly: "Sure enough, there are also frontier poems! I knew that Jiang Chen also had inspirations about the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Liangzhou Ci were all written in the Tang Dynasty. They were placed in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, they were not inferior to any of the great writers of the Tang Dynasty."
Zhang Shuwen, Huang Bo, and Li Wenjun just nodded in agreement, and then did not speak, looking closely at the hand in Jiang Chen's hand on the live broadcast screen. The brush, looking at every stroke Jiang Chen wrote.
Zhang Shuwen is more concerned about Jiang Chen's calligraphy: "Every stroke of Jiang Chen is a kind of enjoyment. It seems that he was born for calligraphy. It is unimaginable that he can continue to achieve this in the future. What height.”
Words appeared one after another on the white paper, and a seven-character poem appeared quickly and completely on the white paper. "Qinghai has long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks into the distance at Yumen Pass."
"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."
Looking at the completed A poem on the frontier was written on a piece of white paper by Jiang Chen, and everyone in the office fell silent.
Zhang Shuwen closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the artistic conception and picture description of this poem, and said softly: "What a yellow sand, a golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. Good, good, good ! This poem can also be ranked among the best in the collection of poems of the Tang Dynasty. ”
Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes, this frontier fortress poem is not inferior to the representative works of frontier fortress poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It is not inferior to the Liangzhou poem written in the morning."
"Jiang Chen's poems The works never disappoint.”
Huang Bo nodded with a look of yearning and envy!
If he could write a piece like this, he would be satisfied and would be willing to die where he was.
What a pity!
He couldn't write.
You can’t fool anyone.
As for Jiang Chen, he had already written two songs in the morning.
Lin Shuang suddenly said: "Jiang Chen hasn't put down his brush yet, he still wants to write."
A few people were shocked and quickly looked at the live broadcast screen.
Jiang Chen was still holding the brush in his hand, casually putting aside the original masterpiece-level frontier fortress poem he had just written, and then the brush continued to fall on the white paper and continued writing.
Several people stood up and came to the live broadcast screen to watch carefully!
One morning...
Is Jiang Chen going to write three masterpieces that will be handed down for generations?
This...
This...
Even in the Tang Dynasty, when poetry writing was most popular, none of the great writers who are famous in history could do this.
A few people looked a little excited.
It seems like we are witnessing the birth of history again.
Get out of the jam!
Two simple words appeared on the page again.
Lin Shuang immediately said: "It's still a frontier poem. This is the title of a Yuefu poem. It is one of the representative titles of frontier poems. Many literati in history have written about this title."
Li Wenjun added Said: "It's not just about leaving the fortress. The poem about Liangzhou written by Jiang Chen in the morning and the poem about joining the army just now are both... Common topics of frontier poems. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen also has profound research on frontier poems!"
Zhang Shuwen: "Jiang Chen's knowledge is seriously underestimated, there is no doubt about it! , all require a lot of knowledge accumulation to write.”
On the live broadcast screen.
Jiang Chen's brush didn't listen.
The number of people online in the live broadcast room has exceeded 1.2 million.
The barrages are still dense and never stop.
"Lao Jiang will continue to write, awesome!"
"Lao Jiang, take it easy, I'm scared if you write three poems in one morning."
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"It's still a frontier poem. Is Lao Jiang taking us back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty?"
"Lao Jiang is awesome. I don't know what to say. I can only say awesome."
" The masterpieces handed down from ancient times are as common as running water here in Laojiang "
"Lao Jiang, it's a lottery..."
"Lao Jiang has written so many works, but the value of his works has continued to increase, which shows that the quality of Lao Jiang's works is very high. Same as usual.”
"Awesome, I'm still writing. Lao Jiang really loves Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty, but who Chinese people can't love them?"
"Out of the fortress, a typical frontier fortress poem, written continuously all morning Three Frontier Poems ”
< br>"Lao Jiang's inspiration for the frontier poems was instantly shattered. Leaving Chang'an, did Lao Jiang think of the generals who set out from Chang'an to the Western Regions?"
......
Jiang Chen The brush moves quickly.
A complete poem appeared again.
“At the time of the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the moon was at the pass, and at the time of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.”
“But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and I will not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains.”
It is still a typical frontier poem.
After writing, Jiang Chen finally put down his writing brush.
Next to them, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, and Chen Xiaojia breathed a sigh of relief. They were a little nervous just now.
If Jiang Chen finished writing this poem and continued writing before he put down his brush, even they would be shocked.
Not to mention the many other viewers watching the live broadcast.
At the same time, Yan Ruyu who was still in Chang'an, as well as Huang Bo, Li Wenjun and others in the capital, watched Jiang Chen put down his brush on the live broadcast screen, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They are also really afraid that Jiang Chen will continue to write another song.
Then they will be really shocked.
Huang Bo stared at the picture and read: "The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains. Well written, and A frontier fortress poem worthy of a textbook and handed down from generation to generation, old man Jiang's inspiration is really endless, with no end in sight. "
"In one morning, he wrote the poem "Liangzhou", "Marrying the Army, and Leaving the Fortress", which are three frontier fortress poems that can be passed down from generation to generation. Even in the prosperous Tang Dynasty where literary giants gathered, it would never be It will shock the world.”
“Now, Jiang Chen’s use of these three poems is enough to leave no room for doubt in today’s literary world.”
Zhang Shuwen smiled bitterly: “Who dares. Question? No one has dared to question it for a long time. Yesterday's Song of Everlasting Sorrow and today's three consecutive frontier poems, Jiang Chen's achievements in the field of poetry are already comparable to the top writers of the Tang Dynasty. As time goes by, it is inevitable that he will surpass those top poets. "< br>
"We are witnessing the birth of the greatest poet."
Li Wenjun took a deep breath and said softly: "Not only in poetry, but also in the field of Song lyrics, Jiang Chen's works are not weaker than those of the top Song Dynasty poets. Literary giant."
"He alone has great achievements in both fields of poetry. Ranked at the top, and calligraphy is also ranked at the top in history, second only to Wang Youjun! In this world, no matter it is the literary world or the calligraphy world, who dares to say no to Jiang Chen. I will respond on behalf of Jiang Chen. I will definitely let him. The other party’s reputation has been ruined!”
At this time, Li Wenjun turned into Jiang Chen’s most loyal defender.
Whoever dares to question Jiang Chen, she will immediately confront him and refute him.
In today's world, who is qualified to question Jiang Chen?
Huang Bo: "It's unimaginable that in our era, such a terrifying Jiang Chen could appear."
On the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen had already gotten into the car and sat in the back seat, waiting. Set off.
Han Qing and Chen Xiaojia began to carefully clean up the two works written by Jiang Chen, their movements were extremely gentle, for fear of causing any damage to these two masterpieces that had just been published.
After cleaning up, under the watchful eyes of more than 1.3 million viewers in the live broadcast room.
The two cars continued to set off, continuing away from Chang'an and heading towards Rongcheng.
That is a land of high mountains!
(End of this chapter)