This is my intention, and I don’t know how to use it. A cup of Daffodils should belong to the Narcissus King.

At this point, Huang Yifan stopped.

This poem becomes:

The morning light welcomes guests in the beautiful hills, and the late rain leaves people in the drunken land.

This is my intention, and I don’t know how to use it. A cup of Daffodils should belong to the Narcissus King.

The meaning of this poem is that in the morning, the morning light dyes the mountains. Unfortunately, it rains in the evening. After drinking, the guests quickly get drunk. It is precisely because the guests are drunk, but they cannot understand the beautiful scenery of West Lake when it rains. If you want to feel the beautiful scenery of the paradise on earth, then you should respect the "Narcissus King" who guards the West Lake.

Although the words "half West Lake" in this poem did not appear, the scenery he described completely pointed to the West Lake.

Especially the last sentence "A cup should belong to the Narcissus King", this sentence is just released, and some people who understand poetry will scream.

"Okay, good poetry."

The Narcissus King is a god who protects the West Lake. This myth has been circulating for thousands of years.

It can be said that almost everyone who has been to West Lake knows this story.

Unexpectedly, someone could apply this mythological allusion to ancient poems.

Moreover, it seems that this person is younger than the Fangxing Jian just now.

No, not just that.

This person is not only younger than Fang Xingjian, but also looks like he is completely superior to Fang Xingjian's temperament.

If Fang Xingjian is the kind of talented and promising young man.

Then, this young man who wrote "A cup belongs to the Narcissus King" is a master of a generation who is rich in poetry and books but is introverted and unrestrained.

Uh, no, maybe not a master.

Some people feel that they have used the wrong word. Is it appropriate to call him a master at such a young age?

They wanted to change the word, but after thinking about it for a long time, they didn't know which adjective was more suitable for Huang Yifan.

It seems that in their hearts, they feel that Huang Yifan seems to be a master.

Just like Huang Yifan and Fang Xingjian stand together.

Originally, Fang Xingjian was quite temperamental, but under the influence of Huang Yifan, if you look at Fang Xingjian again, you have no temperament at all.

It’s not that Fang Xingjian has lost his temperament, but that Fang Xingjian’s temperament can no longer be revealed under a peerless master.

"Wow, the writing is so great that I actually quoted the Narcissus King. I admire it, admire it."

"Who is this person? Why haven't you seen him? Why does he look better than the lecturer in the Chinese Department of Yan University."

"I don't know, I can only say that there is a mountain with a high mountain. Today I came to West Lake to see it open my eyes."

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that in addition to the beautiful scenery, West Lake has such fun things."

The onlookers whispered.

Obviously, the two are compared. Although Fang Xingjian’s West Lake promotional slogan is pretty good, quoting words such as heaven and dreams on earth. However, compared to this beautifully rhythmic seven-character regulated verse, it is much worse. Especially the artistic conception of the last sentence “A cup should belong to the Narcissus King”, the artistic conception and allusions are perfectly matched, which is very powerful.

Also quotes classical.

Although one is quoted, it is only referenced in general.

The other is that it has reached the height of beautiful scenery and artistic conception coexisting, and art and literature flying together.

At this moment, even any of them could tell the difference between the two.

However, this poem does not seem to be just that.

Fang Xingjian was stunned and almost fell to the ground. Looking at Huang Yifan, he suddenly took out 1,000 yuan from his bag: "Huang Yifan, I keep my word. This 1,000 yuan is for treating you to dinner."

After saying that, Fang Xingjian never looked back, and he didn't know where he went in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Fang Xingjian leaving, Huang Yifan looked at the 1,000 yuan in his hand, and said with some amusement and laughter: "Is this considered blackmail?" To be continued.
Chapter completed!