C2201 Wonderful Dinner 5 (1/2)
”Yesterday, the East Zhou was in Qin, the sun was in the sky, fire was in the sky, and Luo Yang Chen was in the midst of a hundred-year ant nest. He was laughing at the top of Kunlun Mountains …”
Xiang Ying recited a poem from the ancient times, and at this moment, he could only sigh with emotion, he had already admired his master's talent to the point of prostrating himself to the ground. Just look at the shocked expressions of Montaubine and Yi Wan, and one's big mouth could even fit an egg.
The people of nineteenth century had never seen such a panoramic display before. Compared to the people of the 21st century who had been trained and trained by countless of movies and television, they were just a bunch of bumpkins.
To carve a miniature version of Mount Kunlun out of huge chunks of ice and then continue the visual effect with a continuous stream of paintings, this was equivalent to drawing guests from the East Palace of London all the way to the distant Hua Xia Divine Continent.
What exactly is China? Now let me tell you, not braids and feet, nor poverty and backwardness, but grandeur and grandeur!
With this kind of power, how could he only raise despicable people like the Qing Dynasty? Such a fertile land naturally nourished the vast masses of the Chinese people.
A gentle breeze blew from behind the iceberg, bringing a chilling feeling with it as it rushed towards the guests. At that moment, everyone forgot about the heat. It was as if they were all standing on the peak of a snowy mountain, their bodies covered with a freezing chill that was ten thousand years old.
The wind blew through the hall, causing the thin silk to flutter. The painting began to flutter; this was a natural animation. The first impression that people had was that the entire painting had come alive.
The Europeans at the scene were shocked speechless. They looked at the painting, the endless mountains, plains, and the desert plains, and the Great Wall of the Chinese people. Their hearts were struck and their souls trembled!
Those distinguished guests who had just alighted from the carriages and entered the banquet hall all had a dazed look on their faces as they entered. Some of them even stopped in their tracks and forgot to move forward.
”My God! What is this... What are the Chinese trying to do? What are these places! ”
”Hahaha …” Xiao Letian's candid laughter sounded out in the hall as he opened his arms wide to welcome the European guests.
”Mount Kunlun!” ”This is the divine mountain of China, the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, the origin of the dragon vein of China!”
”Mang Kunlun appeared in the sky and experienced all the human colors in the world. Three million jade dragons had appeared, and Zhou Tianhan was in a state of turmoil. Summer dissolved, rivers overflowed, people or fish turtle. Who had ever commented on the crime of a thousand years of meritorious service … This is Mount Kunlun, where the immortals live! ”
The Europeans did not understand Chinese poetry at all, but the Chinese officials present were not outsiders. Xiang Ying and the others were stunned.
”The Führer... The Head of State wrote a poem? My God, this is the first time the Führer has written a line... ”I have to say, I don't have the courage to.”
All of the Chinese officials present were so excited that they went crazy. If this wasn't a diplomatic occasion, they would have started shouting excitedly!
”To be born in the sky, Mang Kunlun, to experience the beauty of spring in the world …” Wonderful, wonderful beyond compare! ”
”Three million jade dragons flew from the sky, causing Zhou Tianhan to lose … ”Just what kind of majestic aura is this!”
”Summer dissolves, rivers overflows, people may be fish or fish, for a thousand years' worth of meritorious service, who has ever commented on it …” ”What kind of pity is this!”
Xiang Ying and the others were so excited that they were about to cry. If the Chinese scholars were to find a good poem, even if it was done by someone they respected the most, it would definitely move their feelings.