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[401] Return to the prosperity
Wow!
When this song "Manjianghong" comes out.
The delegations from the Cold Country and the North Korean Country were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground. The artistic conception in this poem is too strong, and Ye Xuan is really like the God of War in ancient times, as if he was about to drive a chariot Crush them into cold countries, North Korea, Japan and other countries.
At the same time, Ye Xuan's impassioned voice resounded through the sky.
"The cold country, North Korea and even Dongying were once the foreign vassals of our Hua country in ancient times, and they paid tribute every year. Later, our country declined, and your wolfish ambitions are clearly revealed. Now that our country is in a prosperous age, we must let you wait Kneel down and beg for mercy!"
This sound pierced the sky!
Let the cold country people and North Korean people at the scene be heartbroken!
And all the Chinese people only felt the blood beating in their hearts. They looked at Ye Xuan one by one, with deep admiration in their eyes, so domineering!
This song "Man Jianghong" was originally created from a poem written by Yue Fei, a national hero who resisted the Jin Dynasty in the Southern Song Dynasty. It shows the author's strong patriotic spirit of fighting against the Jin soldiers, recovering his homeland, and unifying the motherland.
But because of the existence of Ye Xuan, at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin people could not invade the Southern Song Dynasty at all, and naturally there was no Yue Fei to resist the Jin. Although Yue Fei still existed in history, he did not write this poem.
At this moment, the Golden Luang Hall.
The young emperor burst into tears.
"Clean up the old mountains and rivers Chaotian Que! Clean up the old mountains and rivers, Chaotian Que! Haha Clean up the old mountains and rivers, Chaotian Que!"
Tian Haiqian repeated it three times in a row. At the beginning, his voice was murmuring, but in the end he roared crazily.
"This is my dream when I was younghahahaha, this is my dream when I was young!"
His voice choked, and his big eyes rolled down.
This appearance frightened the little guard on duty at the door!
But he didn't dare to rush in, so he could only watch His Majesty cautiously at the door.
He was very surprised, what happened to His Majesty?
At this time, Tian Haiqian stood up slowly, walked to the corner, and stared at the maps of various dynasties in Huaguo, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce the back of the paper.
"Da Qin, this is the starting point for the prosperity of this nation!"
"The six kings, the four seas and one, rose in the barren land, rode horses in the Central Plains, drank blood and drank swords, gave birth to the mighty Qin Empire, built the Great Wall in the north, and conquered Baiyue in the south, arousing the majesty of my Chinese ancestor."
His eyes moved down, and there was a hot light floating on his vigorous face:
"Great Han, created by common people, governed by Wen Jing, passed down through the ages, respected Confucianism alone, established orthodoxy for thousands of years, recruited soldiers and horses, popularized martial arts, fought against the Xiongnu, sealed wolves to live in Xu, the Silk Road, opened up the Western Regions, connected the world, Pioneering and enterprising is the roar of that era!"
His eyes then looked down, and there was another map.
"This is the glorious chapter of the prosperous age that dreams back for a thousand years!"
"Great Tang! An era that makes the people of Huaguo linger in their dreams, and their hearts are surging!"
"How confident and powerful people should be living in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and how admirable a country with Li Bai is!"
"The Great Tang Dynasty, rising from the rich Guanlong, surrounded by eight waters around Chang'an, open and confident, graceful and luxurious, with various three-color colors, carrying the diverse pursuits of the Tang people. The culture is prosperous, there are thousands of poets, the unique rhythm is widely sung, and the country is closed to the Bohai Sea. , Nanzhao was registered, Tubo was established, many ethnic groups 'reconciled as one family', Koreans came to study, and Fusang sent envoys, what a flourishing Tang Dynasty!"
Tian Haiqian was full of emotions, and his eyes were full of deep longing.
Further down, it is Da Song!
"This is an era of prosperity and prosperity."
"The turbulent waves hit the shore, the heroes of the Song Dynasty, the cries on the Bian River are gone, the small bridges are flowing, Kang Wang is crossing the south, and the soft and beautiful face in the West Lake is gradually blurred. The three great inventions that shine in the history, the far-reaching Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, graceful and unrestrained The rhyme of the poems and rhymes constitute the carnival of the common people on the Hongqiao! This is a wonderful and exciting era, and the sword spirit is flying."
Tian Haiqian lowered his eyes, with deep nostalgia and envy in his eyes.
He murmured again in a low voice: "Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"
Suddenly, he burst out laughing, and said while laughing: "Ye Xuan understands me! Ye Xuan understands me! Hua Guo has this son, I am very relieved!"
At the same time, he silently swears in his heart:
'Many years have passed, and I must let the empire return to its prosperity in my hands! '
At this moment, Taixue Hall.
Twelve gray-haired bachelors, weeping all the time!
They came from the time of trouble,
Their family and country feelings are much deeper than those of today's young people.
When they heard Ye Xuan's song "Man Jianghong", they couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Old Su, why are you crying?" Zhou Sitong said while wiping his eyes.
"The wind dazzled my eyes." Su Xiaolan wiped her tears and asked, "Why are you crying too?"
Zhou Sitong said: "I also lost my eyes due to the strong wind."
All of a sudden, everyone was silent.
After a while, Su Xiaolan spoke again: "I think this poem is enough to last forever."
"No." Zhou Sitong shook his head vigorously: "This poem will be recorded in the annals of history forever."
When the voice fell, the twelve old scholars in the entire Taixue Hall burst into tears!
These are tears of joy
this moment,
Surprisingly consistent on the Internet!
"May my Huaxia return to its prosperity!"
"May my Huaxia return to its prosperity!"
Countless people are sending this sentence.
One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand even millions!
When our eyes returned to Ye Xuan.
He stood proudly on the stage, holding a microphone, glanced at the others, and said indifferently:
"I finished writing, who of you will come up and compete with me?"
Everyone looked at each other, all showing bitter smiles!
Nima, how does this compare?
People open their mouths without thinking, and the words come out!
That's all, and every word is a classic, every sentence is classic!
What else could this be if it wasn't a genius?
It can't be compared no matter what!
"I give up."
Dugu Shangying's body was limp and his face was full of despondency.
"I also give up."
Gongsun Rongruo sighed helplessly.
"Abstain."
Situ Haowen also lowered his head
In an instant, the other nine contestants all abstained! They also have self-knowledge, Ye Xuanzhuyu is the first, no matter what they write, they are just humiliating themselves.
Both hosts were shocked by this scene, and after a long time of stunned, they came back to their senses and said quickly:
"Then um let ten judges give their marks!"
"Ten!" The first judge gave the score.
"Ten." Second place.
"Ten." The third
Later, there are samples to learn from, and scores are given in turn.
Nonsense, whoever does not give full marks will definitely be stabbed in the back and scolded to death.
In the final statistics, all ten points, a total of one hundred points.
This one hundred points is well deserved, and there is nothing tricky about it.
The Eight Sage Kings stood up, clapped their hands and said, "Ye Xuan, I did not misread you!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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