When the viewers in the live stream heard Jiang Yuan's words, they were instantly curious about Li Taibai, who was known as the Immortal Poet.
Because the poem just now was about to enter the wine. The entire poem was grand and magnificent, giving people a profound artistic conception and heroic words.
It was enough to be regarded as a masterpiece and left a legacy for hundreds of generations.
All of a sudden, the students present began to speak.
"Professor Jiang Yuan, tell us about Li Taibai!”
"Yes, Professor Jiang Yuan, we want to hear the poems of this immortal poet, Li Taibai!”
“……”
Seeing this scene, Nalan Mu Yun's entire face turned ashen, as if he had eaten a fly.
He didn't expect Jiang Yuan to be mocking him.
A poem that was more than 1,000 years apart, how could it be called copying? That was plagiarism?
This was especially so when the students around them expressed their desire to hear the story of the immortal poet, Li Taibai.
If Li Taibai was the Immortal Poet, then what was his ancestor Nalan Rongruo?
Nalan Mu Yun, whose heart was filled with rage, said angrily,""Isn't it just a classical poem?"
"Nalan Rongruo's poems are not worse than this!”
"If life is only like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan…Why would it be like the fickle man in brocade, who is willing to be together.”
"This Mulan is very popular. It focuses on the feelings of children. The structure is deep and meticulous, the melody is gentle and harmonious, the language is round and beautiful, and there is a kind of gentle beauty.”
"Can Li Taibai compare to him?"
After the audience in the live broadcast room heard Nalan Mu Yun's words, they all sent out bullet comments.
"Yes! Li Taibai was nothing, probably only this poem could be considered a masterpiece!”
"Only Nalan Rongruo can be considered a poet, look at how well Mulan is written, how many women's love and resentment are written.”
“……”
Even among the students present, it caused quite a stir.
Seeing this, Nalan Mu Yun heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
Even though that song," Let's Drink ", was very powerful, he absolutely did not believe that it could compare to his old ancestor, Nalan Rongruo.
Jiang Yuan sneered as he watched Nalan Mu Yun bring the atmosphere to life.
The next moment, he shouted loudly.
"There are hundreds of poets in the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless classic works among them. Why can't they compare to Nalan Rongruo?”
"Today, let me tell you what a true Immortal Poet is!”
At the end of his sentence, Jiang Yuan suddenly raised his voice. His voice was loud and deafening.
" The Immortal Poet Li Bai, from the period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. His name is Taibai, and his nickname is Green Lotus Layman. He is also known as the Banished Immortal."
"Because his poems were bold and unrestrained, fresh and elegant, with a wonderful artistic conception, wonderful language, romanticism, and clear conception, he was called the Immortal Poet by later generations!”
"The poems written by Li Bai are all beautiful. He specializes in the Five Jue and Seven Jue Ci Fu.
Among them were many masterpieces, such as "The Difficult Road to Shu" and other poems, which used romantic techniques to expand their rich imagination.
The artistic reappearance of the Shu Road's towering, abrupt, powerful, rugged and other wonderful and breathtaking and insurmountable majestic momentum was used to sing the magnificent beauty of the mountains and rivers in Shu.
Alas, the road to Shu is difficult, but it is difficult to climb the sky!”
"There is also a song to express one's aspirations,'Parting Children from Nanling to the Capital,' in which one looks up at the sky and laughs out of the door.”
"To send a friend off with a farewell poem, to express our eternal friendship. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.”
“……”
As Jiang Yuan recited the magnificent poem, everyone present was shocked.
The song "Difficult Shu Road" described the rugged mountains and steep peaks of Shu!
The poem," Parting Children from Nanling to the Capital," described the scene of the poet's pride at that time, as well as his lofty aspirations.
The song "Rubbing Wang Lun" expressed Li Bai's longing for his good friend.
Everyone listened to Jiang Yuan recite the classic poem.
They could feel the heroic and magnificent feelings in Li Bai's poems, as well as the romantic spirit.
Compared to Qianlong's saliva poems, it was much better.
"Hiss…Li Taibai's poems are too well written. He's actually proficient in both the Five Unique and Seven Unique ancient poems!”
"Oh my god, especially that song 'Difficult Shu Path', I seem to have seen the difficulty of entering Shu Road.”
"There's also that line about laughing out loud. How can we be people from Penghao?”
"I feel that Li Bai is the true immortal of poetry. Only immortals can create such a grand and lofty poem. Nalan Rongruo's poem is very stingy compared to Li Bai's.”
"Yes! I feel the same way!
As the surrounding audience gasped in amazement, Nalan Mu Yun's face darkened.
Compared to Nalan Shi, who was filled with love, hate, and sorrow, and looked rather petty.
It was indeed Li Bai's poem, but the poem was more magnificent.
Just by listening to the poem, one could imagine the beautiful scenes in it.
At this moment.
A few old literature professors in the Poetry Association building listened to Jiang Yuan recite Li Bai's ancient poems.
The pupils of the few of them constricted, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
" I'm born to be useful. I'll come back when I've spent my money..."
"This poem is so bold. It actually refers to itself as a genius whose talent has been neglected!”
“……”
As they listened to more and more poems coming out of Jiang Yuan's mouth, the old literature professors felt more and more complicated.
They knew that the Poetry Association had lost this time.
This was because Jiang Yuan, who had not experienced much, could not create such a heroic poem.
It had the color of ancient romanticism.
This was something that modern people could not write.
After reciting several ancient poems by Li Bai in one breath, Jiang Yuan finally stopped.
He looked at Nalan Mu Yun with a cold smile and said,"Can Li Bai's poems compare to the current one?”
"Such a poem with immortal energy is enough to be called a Poet Immortal!”
Hearing the mockery in Jiang Yuan's words, Nalan Mu Yun's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy.
He was so angry that the goatee under his mouth was about to rise.
"You…"
"Little Jiang Yuan, Li Taibai's poems are indeed magnificent and elegant, but you didn't write them, so why are you showing off?”
Nalan Mu Yun spoke with a face full of reluctance.
Anyone who read Li Taibai's poems would feel that the words were beautiful and majestic.
"Although Nalan Rongruo's magnanimity is not comparable to Li Taibai's, but in terms of love, infatuation, and deep resentment, Li Bai cannot compare.”
The unwilling Nalan Mu Yun spoke again.
Seeing this, how could Jiang Yuan not know that Nalan Muyun was trying to confuse the public? With the love in Nalan's poem as a characteristic, the two of them were not the same type of poets at all. There was no comparison.
After sneering in his heart, Jiang Yuan slowly spoke.
"Haha…Let me tell you, even Li Bai is infatuated and resentful!”
"The sound of the flute is swallowed, and Qin Er's dream is broken by Qin Lou's moon. Qin Lou Yue, year after year willow color, Baling sad farewell. On the autumn festival of Leyou Plain, the sound of Xianyang Ancient Road was cut off. The sound of the wind and dust ceased, the west wind shone, and the Han family's mausoleum!”
When Jiang Yuan said the last sentence,'The sound of the dust, the remnant light of the west, the Han Clan's mausoleum,' Nalan Muyun's expression changed drastically.
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