Zhao Changhuan finally understood what was going on when he arrived at the gathering place.
It turned out that there was a new high-end restaurant here.
This restaurant had a total of three floors. He didn't know what the interior looked like, but from the outside, it looked extremely luxurious.
Today was the first day of the restaurant's opening.
On this day, this restaurant didn't charge money, only poems.
There were people blocking the entrance and stairs of the restaurant. Only those who wrote poems that satisfied the person could enter the restaurant for a meal.
Of course, the poems they wrote would not belong to the restaurant. They were only testing them with the poems.
"This restaurant is quite interesting."
Zhao Changhuan smiled.
Liu Yifei nodded." Yes, but it looks like this place is really good."”
"Do you want to go in?" Zhao Changhuan asked.
Liu Yifei nodded, then immediately shook her head."Forget it. You have to write poems to enter this place. Moreover, judging from the situation, ordinary poems can't enter.”
"I can write poems too." Zhao Changhuan grinned.
"Really?" Liu Yifei was slightly shocked.”
"Wait!"
As soon as Liu Yifei finished speaking, Zhao Changhuan walked to the front of the restaurant and came to the nearest part of the restaurant.
At this moment, an old man had just finished writing a poem and successfully entered the restaurant. The surrounding people were clapping.
Zhao Changhuan glanced at the poem written by the old man. To be honest, it was not bad.
Since Zhao Changhuan was not known to everyone and he was wearing a mask, there was no commotion.
The person blocking the door was the restaurant owner's younger brother, a skinny man.
"I'll sing a song."
Zhao Changhuan said.
The boss's younger brother immediately nodded.”
Zhao Changhuan did not say anything. Instead, he picked up a brush and started writing on the paper prepared by the shop owner!
Earlier, the old man had caused a sensation. On the one hand, it was because everyone liked his poems. On the other hand, it was because his calligraphy was really good.
Zhao Changhuan had previously obtained the mastery of various calligraphy techniques with a brush, so his calligraphy was also terrifyingly good.
He was at least three levels better than the old man from earlier!
Everyone was shocked when they saw Zhao Changhuan's words!
Even the old man, who had just gotten the chance to enter the restaurant, had his pupils dilated!
"Good handwriting!"
The old man was so excited that he could not control his mouth.
Liu Yifei was also extremely surprised.
She really did not expect Zhao Changhuan's handwriting to be so good!
This was too immortal!
"The order of the waves washing the sand, the rain outside the curtain.”
After Zhao Changhuan finished writing the first line, everyone knew the title of the poem!
Then, Zhao Changhuan began to write the lyrics.
"The rain outside the curtain is murmuring, and the spring is waning. Luo Qin can't stand the cold at dawn."
The sound of rain came from outside the curtain, and the rich spring was about to wither. The woven brocade quilt could not withstand the cold at the fifth watch.
After reading the first sentence, the onlookers could not help but exclaim!
Those who could understand and those who could not could tell that Zhao Changhuan's poem was not ordinary!
The old man's expression gradually turned serious, and his gaze toward Zhao Changhuan became deeper and deeper.
At this moment, Zhao Changhuan continued writing!
"I don't know that I'm a guest in my dream.”
The old man's body trembled when he heard Zhao Changhuan's words!
As the vice president of the China Poetry Association, he could understand the meaning of Zhao Changhuan's words and the emotions behind them at a glance!
The meaning of this sentence was that one could only enjoy a moment of pleasure by forgetting that one was a traveler in a dream.
What a tyrannical phrase!
Actually, the old man knew from the start that Zhao Changhuan's poem would be very cruel, but he didn't expect it to be so cruel.
Only in the dream... To enjoy a moment of pleasure?
A poem could actually be written so well…Feeling sad? Heartache?
The poem written by Zhao Changhuan was very easy to understand. Anyone with a decent basic level of education could understand it.
Once the onlookers understood Zhao Changhuan's words, they would feel endless sorrow in their hearts.
Then, Zhao Changhuan wrote the second half of the poem.
When the sun went down, he would lean against the railing of a tall building and look into the distance alone. Because he thought of the infinite mountains and rivers he had in the past, his heart would be filled with infinite sadness. It was easy to leave it, but it was very difficult to see it again. Like the lost river water, the fallen red flowers return with spring. Compared with the past and the present, one is heaven and the other is earth.
To use meaning as a word is to-
"Don't lean on the railing alone. The boundless mountains and rivers are easy to see when they are apart. Spring is gone, heaven and earth!”
" Good lyrics!!!"
The moment Zhao Changhuan finished writing, the old man shouted excitedly!
Immediately after, everyone applauded Zhao Changhuan.
The shop owner's younger brother was also a very cultured person. After reading Zhao Changhuan's poem, he immediately translated the meaning of Zhao Changhuan's poem for everyone.
After he finished speaking, the shop owner's younger brother asked Zhao Changhuan if this was the meaning of the poem.
Zhao Changhuan nodded, indicating that the shop owner was right.
The onlookers who couldn't understand the lyrics and relied on the shop owner's younger brother to get the meaning of the lyrics instantly felt depressed after knowing the meaning of the lyrics!
Zhao Changhuan's poem was really sad!
Especially that sentence,'I don't know that I'm a guest in my dreams, and I'm greedy for pleasure for a moment.' It was simply heartbreaking!
"Sir, your poem is really well written!”
After Zhao Changhuan finished writing, the shop owner's younger brother immediately gave Zhao Changhuan the highest respect."You are qualified to enter our shop today. No matter how much you spend in the shop today, we won't charge you a single cent.”
"Can I bring people in?"
Zhao Changhuan waved his hand and called Liu Yifei, who was also wearing a mask, over.
"Uh... This..."
For a moment, the shop owner's younger brother was in a difficult position.
According to the rules, only those who had good poems could enter the shop today.
Bringing people in had never happened before.
"Young man, such a good poem, can't you let two people in?”
The old man was a little dissatisfied.
The surrounding crowd also protested.
"Yeah, what are you thinking about? Such a good poem isn't enough for two people to enter?”
Hearing the words of the people around him, the shop owner's younger brother immediately panicked.
After all, he was still a young man. The shop owner's younger brother couldn't help but say,""Big... Don't worry, I'll let them in... I'll let..."
"Alright, everyone, don't make things difficult for him.”Seeing that the shop owner's younger brother was in an extremely difficult situation, Zhao Changhuan immediately spoke up to stop the chaos.
This shop owner's younger brother was also an honest person. There was no need for him to watch everyone make things difficult for him.
"I'll write another poem. This second poem will be my friend's entrance ticket.”
Zhao Changhuan said calmly.
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