It’s Huang Yusheng’s voice. At this time, there is no previous frustration, but it’s a bit more elusive.
It didn’t take long for this song "Jianghu of Life" to be written, but it has already been known to all. The identity of the Huang family is even more interesting. At this time, it is not necessary to watch the crowd. Although I have heard of poetry, I didn’t feel anything when I listened to it again. Many people still feel good.
"Thief!"
Bao Dao dark scold a pie pie, and then will hand plate thrown out.
"Sword across the ghost rain …"
"Uh" holding a hand slightly paused.
……
At the end of this time they also found the original poem?
New poetry!
Huang Gong writes a new poem!
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When Bow Road in Chenxianlou paused, some oily soup dripped into the clothes along the wrist …
"Bones like a mountain birds fly …"
Around this time has been quiet and no one to talk, except the kitten still meowing meowing to call to read Sion is slightly paused without stopping suddenly picked up speed …
"Dust is like a tide of people, like water"
"How many people sigh in Jianghu?"
"The dust is like a influx of people, like rivers and lakes sighing for several times" and I repeat it at the end.
Poetry is not profound, and it is not necessarily good enough to be extraordinary. When it is read, the momentum is full, and everyone listens to the score. After recalling it, they do feel full of heroism.
"Good poetry, good poetry!"
"Huang Gongyin’s good poems are worthy of the name!"
"Yeah … the joy of life!"
Of course, some people who are not sure occasionally ask, "Is it really good?" Then a disdain eyes slightly suo suo neck.
When I was reciting poetry, I was still drunk because I wanted to avoid the dishes that flew across the street from time to time. Now when I finished reading, people have unconsciously entered the window, and the sun shines in. He is slightly intoxicated with his eyes closed.
Good poem. Write it yourself.
Bao Dao’s hands were greasy with the vegetable oil in the fallen fairy house. At this time, the dish fell to pieces without holding steady for a while. Some people suddenly thought that "someone was shocked by a good poem and dropped the dish by mistake". Bao Dao felt that his heart was really blocked, and he swallowed a little and scolded 1 bitterly.
"Mom!"
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The setting sun shines on the ancient Huizhou land, the distant mountains, pavilions and pavilions near the water, and passers-by are all in a somewhat dim color. Xu Xuan walks home.
When a 70-year-old man passed by, Xu Xuan was still thinking, and suddenly something was wrong.
The old man looked around and saw that people noticed that he suddenly slammed into Xu Xuan, and it was difficult for the flint to react. Xu Xuan then watched wait for a while as the old man bumped into himself and then fell to the roadside.
"Ouch … the dead!" The old man groaned. When the dim sunlight slowly faded away, passers-by also cast their eyes in succession. They all noticed that some abrupt young faces were still in shock.
"Death ~ ~ people ~ ~ la ~ ~" The old man cried out.
I don’t know what’s going on, but Xu Xuan feels that he has fallen into the pit-who framed himself?
The scene was clear, and people gathered around. Although Xu Xuan was a scholar, at this time, after all, he hit someone and stood still, so his face showed an unhappy look. In this era, Huizhou’s folk customs are simple and there are many people who have to complain about this kind of thing
"He … he … is he …" The old man who fell on the ground trembled and pointed out Xu Xuan’s expression with a somewhat mournful expression. He probably didn’t make it clear that the sympathy of the people was even worse because of the painful words for a long time.
"Yeah, it’s really professional and true." Xu Xuan’s face was naturally condescending, but it was quickly restored to calm. A moment ago, he was startled and probably reacted to emergencies. At this time, although he still couldn’t figure out the clue, his mood was stable and he wanted to think about it. Xu Xuan’s mouth was exposed with a little smile and then disappeared with a somewhat inexplicable meaning.
"Dad! You hold on, I’ll call a doctor for you! " Xu Xuan shouted anxiously and then hurriedly shouted at the crowd, "Is anyone a doctor? Is there? ！”
Then without waiting for an answer, he rushed into the crowd with a full face of anxiety.
"I’m a professional, too." Don’t you think so at this time
The faces of all the people in the crowd were confused at first, and then they were probably white. Oh, I made a mistake. It turned out that my old father had fallen and hurt himself. At this time, I was so anxious that I made a way out.