"Nangong Wuxiang, it's the second song. Does your face hurt?"
A classic for all ages?
Am I kidding you with my collection of poetry spanning thousands of years of Chinese history?
Nangong Wuxiang's breathing stagnated and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
A sense of uneasiness continued to grow in his heart.
Nangong Wuxiang secretly put his trembling hands behind his back and forced a smile.
"Haha, Lord Wenxuan is really talented in writing. I'm just waiting for the third poem."
Impossible! There's no way he could have written three timeless classics in a row!
This has never happened before!
Nangong Wuxiang screamed wildly in his heart, almost going crazy.
Chen Yu glanced at him and smiled contemptuously.
There is no specified theme for the third song, so you can express yourself freely.
In an instant, Chen Yu's mind suddenly emerged with the teacher's poem, "沁园春·雪".
Without hesitation, Chen Yu wrote with his pen moving like a dragon.
"The scenery of Daqin is like a thousand miles of ice and ten thousand miles of drifting snow."
"Looking inside and outside the royal city, all that remains is wilderness; the mighty river has lost its roar."
"The mountains dance like silver snakes, the plains gallop like wax elephants, trying to compete with the gods of heaven for height."
. . . . . .
"The past is gone, but the heroes of today are still to be seen!"
boom!
Golden light rises into the sky, and the strange phenomenon reappears!
In the sky, there are vast mountains and rivers, flying birds, insects and fish.
The golden list appeared, and the content of "沁园春·雪" was presented between heaven and earth.
A spirit that can swallow the world and accommodate all rivers and seas fills the universe.
At this moment, the world seemed to have lost its voice.
Eyes filled with extreme shock looked towards the sky, completely stunned.
Ying Luo opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were already dazed, with a hint of shock and admiration on his face.
"He, wrote the third eternal classic?!"
At the same time, in the backyard of Tingchao Yaju, the long sword was vibrating more and more violently.
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