Yang night has been a little sleepy. Li Bai and Du Fu have been drinking poems in the backyard for more than two hours. Yang night’s belly has almost exhausted the ancient poems that can come secretly and will not be ruined. Later, Ji was trying to cope with it.

Li Bai and Du Fu’s enthusiasm is always a glass of wine, and they are often exported into poems after a short meditation. Many of them are unheard of in Yang Night. It is estimated that Li Bai and Du Fu recorded them or failed to keep them until the future. However, the most annoying thing is that Li Bai and Du Fu will look at the exquisite poems of Yang Night and wait for Yang Night together every time they compose a poem.
In more than two hours, Yang Ye was most afraid of saying, "Third brother, it’s your turn!"
So he was forced to endure the situation, and Yang Ye was the most difficult and painful literary creation in his life.
Li Bai’s "Spend a pot of wine, brothers like relatives raise a glass to invite to bring me my shadow and make us three to the moon"
Du Fu "good poetry, good poetry! Third brother, it’s your turn! "
Yang night "? Oh! Qian Shan is always hungry and blind sparrows are most afraid of beauty becoming dinosaurs. "
"Good poem! Good poem!" Li Bai and Du Fu have been slightly drunk, but they still don’t forget to applaud.
Yang night depressed, he figured out that his words had been branded by Li Bai and Du Fu in front of him, and at this time, no matter how he talked nonsense, the two poets and poets would feel good, even if they felt that which sentence was bad, they would recognize that this sentence would have its secret.
"I got another song!" Du Fu suddenly smiled and shook his glass slightly, saying, "The wine is exhausted, and the jade bottle brothers are all drunk. I wake up only to know that the poor are not more bitter to swallow and talk about bracelets and tears."
"Good heroism! How embarrassing! " Li Bai cheered on the horse and then quickly turned around and looked at Yang Ye with drunken eyes. "Third brother, hurry up and sing a song to solve the sorrow of the first and second brothers!"
Yang Yezheng secretly yawned and was suddenly startled by Li Bai’s clap. The horse turned to fuels and said, "Ok, ok! Others laugh at me for being too crazy. I laugh at others for seeing the flowers, wine and hoeing fields in the tomb of Wuling Haojie! "
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Du Fu listened one leng and then clapped his hands and came up excitedly. He picked up the stone table and filled the jars with two glasses of wine and handed them to Yang Ye for a cup of "three brothers! Just this poem Du Mou must propose a toast to you! "
Li Bai also took the glass and smiled and said, "Respect and respect! If my second brother and I are your brothers in terms of age, but if you are a green hill in terms of poetry, you can be called my brother in the United States. Hahahahaha … "
Yang night is almost depressed and crazy. During the day, the excitement and excitement of seeing Li Bai and Du Fu are completely gone. Although Li Bai and Du Fu are already praised by their brothers, they must be sincere. But Yang night feels that he is completely immersed in the atmosphere of literati’s pantothenic acid, boasting and pretending to be modest, but he feels that his heart is full of words.
"Third brother, why don’t you brew a poem carefully and recite a wonderful poem? It’s better for me and my second brother to let us know how far you are from the third brother." Yang night was depressed and distracted, and Li Bai suddenly grabbed him and said excitedly.
"Exactly!" Du Fu agrees with his fist.
Yang night was dumbfounded. How can this poem, fairy poem, hymn meeting be endless?
I cann’t. just stop
So Yang Ye hesitated, smiled, nodded and said quickly, "Make nunchakus hem and haw! Make nunchakus hem and haw! Martial arts people remember who is the enemy of the benevolent to practice Tai Chi! Make nunchakus hem and haw. Make nunchakus hem and haw. If I had flying skills, honest and frank wouldn’t surrender to righteousness … "
Li Bai and Du Fu were dumbfounded. How could they have heard of such things? After listening and watching Yang night with rhythm, she gesticulated with her hands and shouted and performed.
As soon as Yang night stopped to Li Bai’s horse, he asked, "Third brother, this poem is …"
Yang Yewhimpered in gas and jumped a few times. Many of them were not so sleepy. He smiled and fuels and replied, "Brother, this … this is not a poem, but a hip-hop rap."
"Ah?" This unheard of statement surprised Li Bai even more.
"Oh, oh, let’s just say that what I just recited is the lyrics." Yang Ye patiently explained that Li Bai’s eyes in front of him were eager to learn.
"Words?" Li Bai is confused again.
"This ….. is a epigraph that you can easily understand." Yang Ye was afraid of being pestered by Li Bai and asked simply to explain it according to the epigraph. "A epigraph can also be called a word lattice, which is the name of the lyrics tune, that is, those songs that you usually listen to have a certain melody and rhythm, right? The sum of these melodies and rhythms is the tone of words, the tone of words or the tone of words, or the tone of words. The tune is called epigraph, which usually depends on words, which probably means this. "
Li Bai twisted his beard and gradually laughed. "Oh … interesting!" He looked at Yang Ye again. "What’s the difference between this epigraph and the dialect?"
Yang night in the mind a long sigh on the surface but patiently and carefully said, "Let’s just say, for example, there is a kind of sixteen characters in the epigraph that makes it monotonous."
Sanpingyun’s epigraph format is flat, flat, flat, flat, flat and flat. "
"Is this plain rhyme? Can you see some? " Li Bai’s interest is growing.
Yang night bit her teeth to keep from cursing and said with a smile, "Let’s just say that there is a kind of epigraph, such as Yu Meiren, whose epigraph format is a cheat. The epigraph format is flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat, flat For example, when I filled the spring flowers and the autumn moon, I knew how many small buildings were built in the past. Last night, the east wind and the old country were unbearable. In the middle of the month, I carved a jade fence. It should be Zhu Yan who asked you how much sorrow you could have, just like a river flowing eastward. Yang Ye said that he had wiped his sweat and smiled and asked softly, "Is Big Brother white?"
"I know a thing or two!" Li Bai eyebrow eye smile smoothed her beard "third brother! Can you teach me more about epigrams? "
Yang Ye hurriedly waved his hand and nodded. "Let’s do this, big brother. Sometimes I’ll sort it out for you, okay?"
Li Bai nodded and turned his head to look at Du Fu, who had been listening. At this moment, Li Bai walked over and bowed deeply with his hands in front of Yang Night, and made the same gesture.
"Third brother, the so-called threesome must have my teacher. Today, the two of us are really willing to worship the wind. The wise brother is knowledgeable and talented, and the rhyme of the epigraph is unheard of. It really makes us both feel relaxed and happy!"