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"Drawing the sword and looking around with a confused heart"
I have always liked this poem. It feels like there is a swordsman in front of me who is very skilled in martial arts but has no place to use his weapons. What is the purpose of drawing the sword? For the sake of ideals? For the sake of grudge? To quell the war? In order to maintain the little bit of dignity in your heart that you can't let go of? But, even though he clearly drew his sword, why could he only be at a loss? I think of a lot, especially those that have been abandoned with the development of the times. For example, in martial arts movies and TV shows, the kind of fist-to-flesh martial arts that used to be used is no longer used now and has been replaced by special effects. Just like in "One Man's Martial Arts", no matter how powerful a martial arts master is, he can be killed with one shot. Like a taunt: Sir, times have changed. How should I put it, even though I know I can't go back, I still like to be nostalgic, so I can only miss it. In short, it does feel like this sometimes. He drew his sword passionately, but he hated that there was no place to stab him. There is only confusion, only confusion. —— So what if I am just confused? ! No matter what, I draw my sword just to draw my sword! Prove that I still have the final enthusiasm and principles, prove that I still have the final resistance and unwillingness, prove that I am still the same person I used to be! "Drawing the sword and looking around at a loss." There is no need to ask where the sword is pointing. Even though the sword is already exposed, I just want to swing the sword with no regrets. —— Celebrating that the author has finished writing Li Bai, I feel like I still have more to say~
Two months later, Zhao Qian, who was thriving, received a call from Hu Zhiguo. "Zhao Qian?" "I am." "I wonder if you intend to put the program you host on the first broadcast? Of course, the contract and price are easy to negotiate. If you are willing, I can come in person. Do you think it is okay? Zhao Qian? Zhao Qian?? Zhao Qian..." Zhao Qian glanced at the phone and didn't come back to his senses until the phone kept calling his name. "Didn't the USB flash drive I gave you some time ago fail the review? Can it pass now?" Hu Zhiguo laughed dryly at the opposite side: "People make mistakes and horses make mistakes. I didn't know what was going on at the time, so I got a reply like this. I'm sorry, brother Zhao Qian." In fact, they all underestimated Zhao Qian at the time, so when the USB flash drive was accidentally flooded, no one had much reaction.
So cute!
The setting is pretty good, I'll wait until I have more words to comment on it.
About Li Bai
I finished watching the author's live broadcast of Li Bai~ I was very excited. Thank you to the author for taking us back to the past to see the banished immortal Li Bai who was far away in the horizon. He was high-spirited, traveled far away with his sword, and drank wine and sang songs. It's a pity that life cannot always be complacent. I look forward to the author's follow-up. I like Li Bai's poems so much that I can't list them all. Let's share the music about Li Bai's poems here~ Autumn Wind Ci The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gathered and scattered, and the jackdaws were frightened again. When we meet each other on a blind date, we are embarrassed at this time and night. Enter my lovesickness door and know how painful my lovesickness is. I miss you forever, but I miss you forever. If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other in the first place. Guanshan Moon The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu glanced at the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned. The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces. The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
There are obviously many roads in this world, but unfortunately everyone wants to take the one that leads to success. It's not bad to get lost among the flowers.
Traveling is difficult Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade platters of treasures cost ten thousand coins. I stopped to drink and throw chopsticks, unable to eat. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun. The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, there are many divergent roads, where are you now? There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and sails will be hung directly to help the sea.
After eating the barbecue, Zhao Qian, who was slightly drunk, returned home slowly. As soon as he saw the big bed, he jumped on it, and then picked up his mobile phone to browse Weibo. Under the Weibo post he posted, the words Lu Yongzhi next to the shiny big V are very eye-catching. Then I saw Aite's words. Seeing what was in front of him, Zhao Qian smiled and nodded, but when he saw that this big guy wanted to read "Three Hundred Tang Poems"... Zhao Qian plucked his hair with a headache. Ah... It's true that people are sitting at home, and life comes from heaven! In fact, he doesn't have a complete poem in his hand. He just wrote dozens of poems in the book. What to do with the rest? Zhao Qian had no choice but to immerse himself in writing silently. In just a few days, a lot of his hair fell out.
Wang Shiyun
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Do you have any favorite historical figures? If you can bring it up, I will choose the appropriate one to write in the next plot. When submitting, it is best to state the time period in which the characters appear and the story you want to write.
I feel like the author has not entered society yet, so I don't want to comment on logic. Come on.
Your cover is fine! Prosperous
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Zhao Qian
The author only knows sensationalism and knows nothing else.
Shouldn't it be done with one click?
It's so well written and touching. Come on
I always feel like it doesn't look very exciting, it's just mediocre, and the follow-up response to the live broadcast is mediocre, and it just seems like it's on the hot search list and it's over.
First of all, the special effects are not about whether hundreds of thousands can be done well, but tens of millions of dollars, and there is a system and no logic to criticize.