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"Lu You jumped up suddenly. With a loud roar, an arrow pillar rushed out from Lu You's mouth, piercing the hut and shooting straight into the northern sky." "The blood has been flying towards the northern sky. They slowly A 28-character quatrain was formed, lingering over Bianliang for a long time. "
Lu You was dying.
The son wants to hire a doctor for him.
Lu You shook his head to stop and said, it’s useless. There were tears in Lu You's eyes. Lu Youyou said, can longing be cured with medicine?
My son doesn’t understand.
Lu You cast his eyes towards the northern sky for a long time, unwilling to come back. The son understood. When he was very young, his father told him that his hometown was in the far north. His father had told him thousands of times with his eyes, hands and words.
Lu You continued to write his poem, but he could no longer pick up the pen. He spat out each word and asked his son to memorize it one by one.
The son cried and persuaded, father, stop writing!
The son wanted to ask his father, can poetry be used to kill the enemy in battle? Can poetry regain the great power of the north?
There is also a cold reality son who did not dare to tell his father that Chinese people no longer read poetry. What Chinese people like is the singing and dancing, warm breeze and drunkenness by the West Lake in Hangzhou.
Lu You still writes. Lu said that he had to rely on poetry to nourish his life and thoughts. When he missed his hometown, he would grab a handful of poems to satisfy his craving. Lu You said that poetry can keep his eyes open.
Lu You asked his son to listen. Lu You's face looked tense and solemn.
Lu You’s roar is the sound of the earth shaking, the mountains shaking, and the iron horses fighting! It’s the Jin people who are attacking our Song Dynasty city! The Jinmen crossed the Yangtze River!
The son knew that his father had returned to his former glory.
There is no sound of killing! Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountains, the sounds of singing, dancing and orchestral music from the West Lake are overflowing. The warm wind, singing, dancing, wine and meat have soaked the land of the Song Dynasty softly and drunkenly.
But the son dared not say it.
Lu You yelled, telling his son to fuck him quickly, because the golden man was coming to kill him. Lines of poetry flew out of Lu You's mouth like arrows of revenge. Lu Youyou said that poetry can also resist and kill enemies.
The son asked his father to be quiet.
A loud slap hit his son on the face, Lu You yelled, how can you remain calm despite the urgent military situation? The son was at a loss. Suddenly, Lu You jumped up. With a loud roar, an arrow shot out of Lu You's mouth, piercing the hut and shooting straight into the northern sky.
That is my father’s blood! The son hurriedly chased him out, but where could he catch up?
The blood has flown to the northern sky. They slowly combined into a 28-word quatrain, lingering in the sky above Bianliang for a long time.
How can writing poetry kill people? The son was frightened.
The singing and dancing on the West Lake side are still going on. Can I tell my father some good news during the family festival? Holding the bloody
quatrains, the son was at a loss.