Remembering the Past at Red Cliff
Remembering the Past at Red Cliff?
As an editor, Yu Hua was quite capable. She could tell that Nian Nujiao was a Ci name.
Then, she looked down.
The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure. On the west side of the old camp, people said that it was the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, and raging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The landscape was like a painting, and there were many heroes at that time.
Thinking back to the time when Gongjin first married, Xiao Qiao was a heroic figure. With a feather fan and a turban, he laughed and laughed, and the oars were reduced to ashes. I'm lost in my own country. I'm so sentimental that I should laugh at me. I've long had gray hair. Life is like a dream, a statue of the moon in the river.
Through the description of the magnificent scenery on the river on a moonlit night, the poem "Nian Nujiao·Remembering the Past at Red Cliff" expressed the sorrow and anger of the unappreciated talent, the unfinished achievements, and the unaccomplished boss through the description of the ancient battlefield and the reminiscence of the talents, magnanimity, and achievements of the heroic figures. At the same time, it showed the author's broad-minded heart that paid attention to history and life.
The whole poem used the ancient times to express its feelings. It was vigorous and desolate, magnificent, vigorous, and grand. It combined scenery, history, and emotion into one, giving people the artistic power to shake the soul. It was once known as the "masterpiece of ancient and modern times."
Looking at the lyrics on the screen, Yu Hua couldn't help but cover her mouth. She was afraid that she would shout out in excitement.
Was this poem really written by Lin Yuan?
She really couldn't imagine just how magnificent Lin Yuan's mind was to be able to write such a classic ancient poem. Even someone like her, who didn't appreciate ancient poems, was shocked. One could imagine how powerful the impact of this poem was for those true literature lovers.
This poem shocked Yu Hua too much.
If she didn't remember wrongly, Lin Yuan only took three minutes to submit the poem. Heavens, what kind of talent did this guy have to be able to write such a classic ancient poem?
No, he had to submit this poem. Otherwise, it would be blasphemy to this poem.
Yu Hua quickly submitted the ancient poem and Lin Yuan's identity. Then, she stared at the black screen of the computer and was speechless for a long time. The classic words flashed in her mind from time to time. It was a soul-stirring, majestic, and majestic feeling. It was really hard for her to imagine that this poem was written by a young man.
At the headquarters of the Federation.
Tang Wenzhong, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, slowly walked into the office of the General Administration with a purple clay teapot.
Although Tang Wenzhong's image was out of tune with the state of the office, everyone bowed respectfully when they saw him.
As one of the best writers and poets in Yanxia, Tang Wenzhong had written countless well-known articles, novels, and poems in his seventy-plus years of life. Many of his articles had even been included in the textbooks of the Ministry of Education and became a compulsory course for primary and secondary school students. Now, it was his twelfth year as the head of the Federation of Literature and Art, and he had an extremely high influence in the literary circle of Yanxia.
At the same time, Tang Wenzhong was also an education expert. His students were all over the country, and many of them had already achieved success and were even in high positions. It was also because of this that he had a very special position in the literary world of Yanxia.
"Mr. Tang, you're here." Gao Yuan, the director of the General Administration Department, saw Tang Wenzhong slowly walking over and quickly went forward to help the old man.
"Hurry up and do your work. I'm not so old that I can't walk the Tao." Tang Wenzhong waved his hand.”
"That's right. You're definitely old but still strong.”Gao Yuan complimented in a low voice.
Tang Wenzhong glanced at Gao Yuan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said,""You brat, stop flattering me. Do you think I don't know what I'm like? People who were about to die didn't have to be so particular.”
Hearing Tang Wenzhong say this, Gao Yuan did not dare to continue.
If he continued to suck up to him, Master Tang wouldn't let him be.
Tang Wenzhong saw that many people in the General Office seemed to be busy with something. He asked,"What are they busy with?"
"Elder Tang, isn't our Federation of Literature and Art going to cooperate with China Television to organize a collection of Doujin articles about the Three Kingdoms?" Gao Yuan hurriedly said. I heard that this news has just spread and many famous people in our country are preparing to participate. They were currently maintaining the system. They didn't want the system to have problems when someone submitted a thesis.”
Tang Wenzhong nodded in agreement, then sighed and said,""Unfortunately, many precious materials were destroyed when the Five Kingdoms invaded China. As a result, we know very little about the history of the Three Kingdoms. This is a regret for us as descendants of Yanxia! This event was very good and meaningful. I hope I can collect good articles! By the way, are there any articles sent over now?”
Gao Yuan smiled and said," Elder Tang, you're also too anxious. This news was just sent out less than a day ago. Even if it's conceived, it still needs some time. How can you send the article over so quickly?”
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