Chapter 22 Quietly is the separation of Sheng Xiao

Su Yong deliberately pretended to be silent and thought for a moment. Fang walked to the stage and said in a loud voice:

Looking for a dream?

Support a long pion,

To the greener place,

Backtracking,

Full load, a ship of starlight,

In the starry radiance,

Play the song.

In the soft wave of the Kang River,

I'm willing to do one,

Water grass.

......

Quietly, I'm leaving,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

Don't take away a cloud.

......

Quiet,

Quiet is the separation of Sheng Xiao;

Silent,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!"

After Su Yongyin, there was a dead silence around him. He wandered around, some were stunned, some people touched the back of the head, some people looked sideways at the sky, and some people meditated.

It took him a long time to hear Liu Guanyu sigh: "Wonderful."

The two people on the side looked at each other and asked with one voice, "This... Lord Su, what kind of word order is this?" Where are Kangqiao and Na Kanghe?

The shock on their faces is unparalleled. Although it is known that Yanlong has been known for thousands of years, in addition to the generation of great literary giants who have created a rhythmic tone, readers have strictly followed the established rhythmic word cards to fill in. At this moment, hearing such an ingenious and bright sentence, these two old gentlemen who have studied literature for most of their lives are really incredible.

Although the words in Su Yong's mouth are very different from the traditional poetry and songs, the writing and artistic conception inside are extremely in place and intoxicating. Moreover, there is also a rare fusion in metaphors, and the sentences are also extremely gorgeous and delicate.

It's just that the number of words in the group sentences is not so neat.

If the "poetry" that has just been taken off is unrestrained and bright, then his is a delicate, digital short sentence, but full of emotion, and the subtle inner portrayal makes everyone sigh.

He sighed in a daze: "Is this the unique delicacy of your Yanlong people?" Of course, she can fully understand such sentences. Her eyes were blurred and obsessed. Fortunately, she just sighed in a low voice, and no one noticed. Otherwise, with this sentence "Yanlong Man", I'm afraid it will cause trouble.

Su Yong smiled and said, "This is not a kind of rhythmic rhetoric. It's just some small tunes from my hometown. It's improvised and can't be elegant."

Liu Guanyu officially said, "No, the vulgar is elegant. General Su's improvised minor tune is not only concise and fresh, but also easy to understand. In particular, the depiction of inner emotions is in place to the extreme, which makes Liu ashamed."

Mr. Chen Xiong also stroked his long beard and sighed, "I didn't expect that in my twilight years, I could still hear such wonderful words... I heard that I would die in the evening. Alas, General Su, Mr. Chen wants to thank you. This can be said to be the biggest gain for me today. Although the scholars tried their best to perform before, their level was limited. In addition, it was nothing more than some clichés. Hearing that several judges were drowsy, at this moment, the tiger's body was shocked, and the troubles were all gone, all bathed in the "gentle cloud".

Several scholars are still so respected, not to mention those scholars. At this moment, hundreds of people underestimated "quiet, quiet is the farewell flute" together, shaking their heads and intoxicated.

Su Yong's performance this time is undoubtedly extremely successful. He believes that after this small sensation, someone will definitely delve into this new literary model, and gradually produce some similar works.

But he also knows that everything must have a step-by-step process, and you can't be a fat man in one bite. So after meditating for a moment, I finally gave up the idea of continuing to criticize modern poetry, but after prompting this direction, I gave up.

So today's poetry competition has come to an end. After the host loudly announced the ten lists of winners, many contestants and spectators were slowly leaving with satisfaction and defeat.

On the unusually wide west road in Kyoto, the autumn wind gradually tightened, blowing the red maple leaves on both sides of the road. Some of them were constantly spinning in the low sky, and finally fell to the ground reluctantly and mixed into the dust.

Along the way, he looked at the red leaves in silence. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and whispered, "I want to go with you."

Su Yong was stunned, nodded gently, and ordered the generals to take the horses back first. Then he smiled and said, "But do you want to visit the downtown of Kyoto?"

He shook his head and walked slowly out of the city, where there were relatively few pedestrians. By the gate, you can already see the sand flying outside the city through the gate.

At this time, they walked very close, just like a couple. Of course, the two have been much closer since yesterday's scene, but this makes both sides a little embarrassed. Su Yong was not bored to take each other's hand.

The two walked very lightly and walked with a tacit understanding, but they were a little inseparable. In the middle of half of their bodies, there was an ambiguous and strange emotion.

This is a strange feeling, which is unclear. But it's always a little uncomfortable.

After all, he took the lead in breaking the silence. She suddenly laughed and said, "Su...Your Excellency, do you know that now that you are unprepared, I can easily capture you."

By this time, he had already walked out of the gate. Su Yong was stunned, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You won't."

He smiled and said, "Are you so confident?"

Su Yong laughed and said with a smile, "What's the advantage of you capture me?" Khan is in our hands. Even if there are ten of you, you can't save him. And Yanlong has a lot of rules, and it is impossible to exchange me for someone. If you kill me, it will be even more troublesome. As you know, Yanlong doesn't have me, four heroes, and three kings, and you Yanmeng, there are no three tiger generals and Salmu. Are you stupid enough to kill me to provoke Yanlong?

He squinted and looked at the raging wind and sand in the distance and said, "At this moment, I am also a person. If I am killed by you, Yanlong must be angry in the court. At that time, I may not be too lazy to negotiate with you, cut a knife, and then kill into the grassland again... Can your wild grass still withstand this anger? "

He was silent for a long time and was unable to refute. Finally, he sighed: "Yes, now our life and death are indeed in your hands. However... even if I put aside these advantages and disadvantages, I... I'm afraid I can't do it."

Wow, the people in the grassland are really active enough. Do they want to show their love to me? Su Yong looked back at her and suddenly smiled, "I suddenly found that you are very different from the past. Do you know that you are very cute when you are naughty. And when you sigh, it's very feminine.

He stamped the script to be powerful, but he lowered his head with shame. After a long time, he quietly raised his red face: "Really?"