Chapter 671: Tearful sentence (1/2)
The genius remembers the address of this site for a second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! This inexplicable sense of sadness makes everyone feel trembling, and the eyes are instantly lost.
”This...this is...impossible!”
Zi Kong's face also changed abruptly, looking at Ziyu incredulously, ”How can you make such a good sentence?”
Not only is he, the other Confucians also have a dignified complexion, one by one.
”Ask what is love in the world? Directly teach life and death to promise!”
boom!
When this giant is completed, the whole world seems to be silent, even if the world is crying for it, and the earth is crying for it.
”Ooooo...”
On the field, many people couldn't help but tears in their eyes and cried out, especially those women, biting their lips one by one, their eyes deep and sentimental.
叽叽——quack——
Zikong's egrets and yellowbirds also began to mourn, circling in the sky, and then trembling violently.
They looked at the verse, as if they were in surrender, as if they were sentimental, and they gradually disappeared invisible.
Everything in the world is affectionate, and affection is deep, and it can touch the earth and earth!
This poem, with a sense of grief, made everyone resonate in it and devote it to it.
There is no picture in the verse, but there is a whisper of love and a sad choking voice, so that Zi Kong’s poem does not break through, and the picture suddenly disappears!
puff!
Zi Kong was shocked all over his body, his face flushed instantly, and then a spit of blood spurted from his mouth. The whole person looked weak and paralyzed.
Tzuyu seemed to have expended a lot of energy, and his writing fingers were trembling slightly.
Looking at his face, Su Yu was stunned, but he saw that Tzuyu was already in tears, and his face was full of tears, as if something very sad happened.
”Ziyu Confucianist, are you okay?” Su Yu couldn't help but care. The old man helped himself in all he said.
”It's okay.” Tzu Yu waved her hands, and the tears on her face still didn't stop. ”I use your verses. I want to use them first. I just immersed myself in the verses.”
Su Yu smashed her mouth in amazement, the sadness of this poem naturally need not be said, this old man is also miserable...
”This poem, this...” Zikong's hands were shaking, staring at Ziyu, ”Where did you get this poem from?”
”Zi Kong, I got this poem from Boss Su. You said, is he qualified to enter?” Zi Yu wiped the tears on her face and then said.
”How is this possible?!” Zi Kong's pupils suddenly enlarged and his eyes fell on Su Yu.
Poems are the most important in the minds of Confucianists, and it is not trivial to inherit such things in poetry.
”Impossible! He is a warrior, how could he make such a quatrain?” Zi Kong still couldn't believe it.
”The ordinary is the most brilliant, and the verses are not only made by Confucians!” Ziyu said.
”His! It's so powerful, even this kind of sentence is difficult for Daru to make!”
”Worship! I feel dizzy every time I read Confucian and Taoist books, let alone write poems.”