After pondering for a moment, Chen Qingzhi looked at the faintly discernible peaks in the distant sea of clouds and slowly recited.
"How about Grandmaster Dai? The green of Qilu is not yet over."
Elder Chen's eyes lit up when he heard those two lines.
What about Dai Zongfu? The green of Qi and Lu has not yet come to an end.
"The first sentence vividly described the feeling of admiration and admiration when one saw Mount Tai.”
"The Qilu in the last sentence should be referring to the two countries in ancient times, which set off the height of Mount Tai.”
Elder Chen analyzed excitedly.
Chen Qingzhi raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard Old Chen's analysis.
He didn't expect that the old man in front of him could analyze so much when the traditional culture was so seriously lacking.
It seemed like he really liked ancient poems!
He continued to read slowly,"
"The Bell of Destiny is divine, Yin and Yang cut off the twilight.”
Old Chen closed his eyes and repeated,"
"The Bell of Destiny is divine, Yin and Yang cut off the twilight.”
These two sentences were obviously describing the close-up view of Mount Tai. It was magical and natural, gathering thousands of beautiful scenes. The mountains were south and the mountains were north, separating the morning and evening.
The most wonderful thing was this 'Zhong' character. It brought all things in the world to life, and the entire nature was so emotional.
The word 'cut' was also used very ingeniously. It wrote the power of the ruler of the tall Mount Tai, emphasizing the image of Mount Tai covering the sky and the sun.
"It's really wonderful, too wonderful!"
"Teacher Chen, is there anything else?"
Old Chen looked at Chen Qingzhi with his eyes shining.
Chen Qingzhi nodded indifferently and said the third sentence,"
"The clouds were born from the swaying chest, and the birds returned to their homes.”
"Hiss! The image was too strong, and the language was too concise.”
Old Chen gasped and muttered.
Swinging chest gave birth to Zeng Yun, open eyes into the return bird.
Layers of white clouds washed away the gullies in the chest; The bird flew back to the sky and flew into the eyes of the people who admired the scenery.
The image vividly described the charming scenery of Mount Tai, and he couldn't bear to look away even when the sun was setting.
"Good poem! Teacher Chen is really amazing."
"Your three lines of poetry vividly describe the magical beauty and lofty image of Mount Tai! It's really wonderful."
Old Chen looked at the calm Chen Qingzhi with admiration and excitement.
Chen Qingzhi listened to Old Chen's praise for himself and nodded lightly. He continued to read the last sentence,"
"I will be at the top of the mountain, and at a glance…all the mountains are small.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a metallic voice sounded in Chen Qingzhi's ear.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission ahead of time and obtaining a lucky draw ticket.”
"Now, draw the lottery."
Chen Qingzhi said without hesitation.
What would the system's first reward be?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing the 'Thirteen Needles of the Hell'.”
Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!
He had actually drawn the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, which cured all illnesses!
Chen Qingzhi pretended to be calm on the surface and lowered his eyes to hide the excitement in his eyes.
Hearing this poem, Old Chen's eyes widened. He turned his head and looked at the mountains in a daze. The last line of the poem kept echoing in his mind.
When I reach the top of the mountain, I can see that all the mountains are small!
He had to climb to the peak of Mount Tai and look down at the mountains.
"In front of the towering Mount Tai, all the mountains are small.”
"What kind of ambition and spirit is this!”
Old Chen couldn't help but mutter. His eyes were wet.
The host who was very close to Elder Chen turned the camera to Elder Chen. The audience in the live broadcast room could clearly hear Elder Chen's words and the excited expression on his face.
"This old man looks very cultured. He must be so excited because the poem written by Little Brother is too good!”
"He's really a treasure trove. I love him, I love him!!”
"Although I don't understand it, I somehow feel that Little Brother's poem is very passionate.!”
"I've decided that I'll only be a fan of him in the future!!”
"So, who exactly is Little Brother?”
The audience in the live broadcast room was the first to react and fell into a collective daze.
The crowd gradually reacted and started discussing.
"Young man, your level of poetry is very high. It's not inferior to those ancient poems passed down by the ancients!”
"It actually feels like I'm there. It's too magical!”
"Although I don't understand ancient poems, I inexplicably feel that Little Brother's poems are powerful and majestic.!”
"Little brother is really amazing. He's both talented and beautiful. I love him.”
After a long time, Old Chen came back to his senses and sighed.
"Wonderful, wonderful! This poem is really wonderful."
"Teacher Chen, I'm the president of the Imperial Capital Ancient Poetry Research Association. Can I have your contact information?”
Old Chen turned his head and looked at Chen Qingzhi.
Once Old Chen said that, the surrounding people exploded again.
"Someone from the Imperial Capital's Ancient Poetry Association? Or the president of the association?"
"Oh my god, this young man has actually been recognized by the most powerful person in ancient Chinese poetry!”
"Young man, your future is boundless."
The fangirls in the live broadcast room were also shocked and flooded the screen crazily.
"Little brother, do you still need a girlfriend?？”
"Little brother fairy, where can you find such a handsome and talented little brother?？”
"Is it too late to go to Mount Tai now?”
"Useless streamer, give me your contact information!!”
Hearing Old Chen's request, Chen Qingzhi frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
However, Elder Chen couldn't wait any longer and quickly explained,"
"Teacher Chen, China has thousands of years of history. There are countless colorful cultures and arts, but unfortunately, very few of them have been passed down.”
"The same goes for ancient poetry. Poetry is the ancestor of literature and the root of art. If this continues, it won't be long before it completely disappears.”
"The standard of your poems is so high. I believe that with your participation, we will definitely be able to revive ancient poetry, promote traditional Chinese culture, and make people fall in love with poetry again!”
At the end of his speech, Elder Chen seemed to have seen the grand revival of ancient poetry. His eyes were filled with excitement.
Indeed, the fact that he could bind to this 'beautiful man in ancient costume' system had a lot to do with the lack of culture in this world.
However, he did not have the time to teach them how to write poems.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any thoughts of joining for the time being.”
After saying that, Chen Qingzhi turned his wheelchair and headed down the mountain.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Chen Qingzhi quickly took out his phone and frowned when he saw that the caller ID was his mother.
"Are you going to introduce me to a blind date again?”
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