C179 Chanjuan (2/2)

There was also the young man, who had agreed with him earlier and demoted Wang Xiaojian to a worthless person.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian's face was clearly carrying a calm and collected smile.

However, in their eyes, it was full of ridicule.

It was a silent mockery.

Ridicule their ignorance.

They belittled him, and from the beginning to the end, he had not even glanced at them. Instead, he had read out a poem that was full of artistic conception.

This was the best response.

However, while blushing, they were also shocked because Wang Xiaojian did not stop there.

He raised his wine cup, and a hint of sadness appeared on his pretty face.

”Zhu Zhu Ge Pavilion, Ling Qi, sleepless. If you don't hate me, what will you have to do in the future? ”

”It's difficult to say for sure that people would be happy when they are at peace with one another, and for the moon to be clear and round.” ”Let us hope that we will live on for a long time, with a distance of a thousand miles between us.”

When his voice fell, Wang Xiaojian raised his hand and drained the wine in his cup in one gulp.

His movements were natural and smooth.

However, there was a hint of sadness on his face.

It was as if at the moment the words were completed, he thought of someone.

He was thinking and feeling sad because of his thoughts.

The lobby was completely silent.

Every single one of them were stupefied after hearing Wang Xiaojian recite the poems.

They could feel the immortal energy of Ascension, as well as the yearning and longing of Chan Juan who was thousands of miles away.

It was also because of this deep yearning that caused them to sink into depravity and be immersed in the beautiful conception of poetry, unable to wake up for a long time.

Papapa ~

It was unknown who started the applause, and it soon followed.

Amidst the applause, people gradually broke free from the beautiful artistic conception woven by the poems, and once again let out exclamations of admiration.

”When does the moon shine? Ask the blue sky about the wine. Wonderful! Lee Bai actually wrote such a wonderful word. ”

”This question focuses on the topic of 'Autumn'. There is not a word 'Autumn' in the poem.” However, when he read out the words' thousand miles in total, 'the image of the full moon in the middle of autumn appeared in my mind. My family was thousands of miles apart, enjoying the moon together. ”

”That's right. Autumn is written, but no autumn is seen. The meaning of the words was Autumn. This technique is too brilliant! ”

”Don't you understand? Then I'll translate this poem. When people understood what it meant, they knew how beautiful the word was. This was enough to last forever. It means this... ”

Within the great hall, a young genius was resonated with Duan Ling Tian.

His face was filled with excitement, as if he had obtained a treasure. It was as if he had written this poem himself, and had started to translate it for Wang Xiaojian on his own accord.

He shook his head and said, ”When did the moon begin to appear? I raised my wine cup and asked the heavens. I wonder when the palace in the sky will be. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't withstand the cold from the high nine days in a building made of fine jade. Rise to the Dance admires the clear shadows under the moon. It doesn't look like she's in the mortal world at all. ”

”Yue'er turned the vermilion pavilion, hanging low on the carved windows, looking at herself without sleep. The moon shouldn't have any grudges against people, right? Why is it so full when people are leaving? It was difficult to complete this kind of thing since ancient times. I only hope that the loved ones of everyone in this world will be safe and healthy, and that even if they are thousands of miles away, they will still be able to share this beautiful moonlight! ”

Pah pah pah!

The moment his voice fell, many people in the crowd clapped.

”Brother Liu De, your explanation is really good. This is the meaning behind Young Master Lee's words.”

Yes, this poem is divided into upper and lower part. ”From the top, I feel an immortal aura that transcends the mortal realm. I'm afraid that only immortals in the sky would be able to write a sentence like 'why does it look like it's in the mortal world'.”

”And in the lower part, this humble one once again felt a deep sense of longing. At the end of the poem, there is also a blessing for the people of the world. ”

”I am unable to describe the literary level of this poem. This is truly something that has never happened before in history! ”

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