C1409

Shaoqing, Chen Wenxian suddenly put down the brush, looked up, reached for Sikong half language way: "please have a look at Chen's work."

After hearing this, Sikong glanced at the rice paper written by Chen Wenxian on the table. Instead of reaching for it, he stopped and said to Ni Qingling: "Qingling, please read it! Do you know all the words on it? "

All the characters written by Chen Wenxian are in traditional Chinese, and none of them is Gongjian. Most people may not be able to fully understand them.

Ni Qingling looks at the vigorous and powerful poem on the table and is unconsciously attracted by her eyes. The word alone gives people a feeling of high mountains and flowing water, elegant and natural. Chen Wenxian is really not an ordinary person! With this one hand, I am afraid it is enough to stand in the position of Taishan Beidou in the Chinese literary world.

Fortunately, Ni Qingling is studying ancient Chinese literature and has a wide range of ancient Chinese characters. For her, she can barely understand all the fonts written by Chen Wenxian. If Chen Wenxian uses oracle bone inscriptions, it is hard to say. Maybe we have to find an expert in oracle bone inscriptions to be familiar with them.

Ni Qingling nodded and gently picked up the rice paper, holding it carefully in her hand like a rare treasure. First she took a look at Sikong Banyu, and then glanced at the people with burning eyes. All of them were looking at her eagerly, and they were eager to know what was on the rice paper.

Ni Qingling takes a deep breath, takes back her eyes and opens her red lips.

"When Jinluan comes to see the autumn night of the Qing Dynasty, the jade words fall into the fifth watch sky."

"There are three thousand guests in the museum

"Once the plaque falls, thousands of flowers smile, I don't know the years have passed."

"Looking back, I suddenly look back at the banquet. The wind in disorder and the leaves are only reminiscent of the past."

After Ni Qingling's voice fell, everyone was silent. When you look at me and I look at you, it's a bit incredible, because this poem is not a good one. At most, it's just improvised. The artistic conception and writing can only be regarded as passable, but it can't be said to be a good one.

What they wonder is that Chen Wenxian, such a talented person, can only bring out such quality things, which is not the same as they think. Even if Chen Wenxian can't produce the best works handed down, at least he can also bring out the best works! After all, many poems have been well-known in this era, especially the works handed down by the poets and sages in history. Chen Wenxian's "wild geese return to their nests" is not comparable.

However, the principal and vice presidents of the College of arts are looking at each other with a look at each other. Others may not understand it, but how can they not understand their literary details? This is a satirical poem, but it also has the meaning of hating iron but not steel. The poem expresses his dissatisfaction and sigh for the current level of teachers and students of Huaxia Normal University. But why?

"Geese return to their nests Geese return to their nests... " President Wu Mingde murmured these three words, as if he had a sense of ignorance, but his mind, but he did not say a word to anyone.

After Ni Qingling finished reading, Xiumei frowned slightly, but she didn't understand why Chen asked Xian to write such a poem. She took a look at Sikong's half language with a low eyebrow, and gently put down Chen Wenxian's works and stood aside.

"Sikong alliance leader, how about Chen's work?" Chen Wenxian poured himself a glass of wine and asked with a smile after drinking it.

Sikong half language slowly raised his eyelids, took a deep breath, and sighed: "very good, the world likes to pretend to be profound. They always use some ambiguous and implicit words to show their knowledge and enjoy themselves, but they don't know that simple feelings are the most gorgeous chapters to write! Ha ha Chen Wenxian, but you have a choice, don't you? "

When Chen asked Xian, he immediately understood. He knew that Sikong Banyu had already understood the meaning of his poems. Otherwise, he would not have asked for such words. As expected, his mind could not be guessed!

He picked up the wine pot, poured himself a glass, and filled it with half language. He raised his glass and motioned, "would you like to drink this glass of wine?"

Sikong Banyu looked at the glass of turbid wine. After a pause, he slowly lifted up and said, "although the predecessors do not care about the affairs of future generations, I feel the same for you. If you are within the scope of my ability, I am willing to do something for you. However, my energy and time are not much. You should know that."

Chen Wenxian nodded heavily. With the words of Sikong Banyu, it was enough.

"Please..."

"Please..."

Two people raised their glasses to indicate that they had finished drinking. After drinking, Chen Wenxian suddenly burst out laughing: "I regret this life. Up to now, it is almost no regret. Leader Sikong, Chen also wants to see your masterpiece. Do you have such a chance? "

Sikong Banyu raised his eyebrows and shrugged helplessly: "do you think I dare to sit here if I don't take out something today? Although we are all people who are not afraid of being scolded by others, I deeply admire you for this kind of mind, and naturally I will not let you down. "With that, she slowly raised a brush with one hand and looked at Ni Qingling, who was beside her. Ni Qingling understood and quickly opened a piece of rice paper and spread it out with a piece of paper.

After a pause, Sikong did not remember to write. Instead, he looked up at Chen and asked, "you don't seem to have answered me. You can choose by yourself. Why do you choose this way? You still have a lot of time. If you want, I believe you can recreate the glory of this place."

After drinking three cups of wine in succession, Chen Wenxian took a long breath and wiped the corners of his mouth without any care. His eyes showed a gloomy look and said slowly, "a lot of time? No You are wrong. Chen has no time. If you don't show up, if the world has not finished, I may still have time. But now it's gone, because I'm already a puppet with strings. I can't help myself with life and death. I have a choice in your eyes, but I don't have one. "

"Oh?" Sikong half language brow a frown, ask: "is the road to heaven?"

Chen asked Xian to smell the speech and gave a meaningful look at Sikong Banyu: "it seems that you have met with those of other nationalities, otherwise you will not know the road to heaven. Good On this road, I have no choice. "

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