Chapter 257: 256 It should be an angel who was madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces!

When Ning Fei saw the barrage, he realized that he was mentioned in the news again.

"I'm just building a snowman, so that's not it."

Ning Fei was also surprised.

He didn't surf the Internet today, and he didn't know how big a frenzy he created in society after he built a snowman.

First, hot search discussions and praise.

Then, a few netizens also began to show off their own snowmen.

Then, more and more people participated in snowman building, and the popularity became higher and higher, and the snowman challenge became popular.

From government agencies to private companies, employees are organizing snowmen.

For some private companies, this is the best opportunity to advertise.

If the snowman they built can come out on top, then the designation will show up to the maximum in Huaxia.

Many families also found this challenge very interesting, and they invited their friends out to build a snowman to play.

So, there is a very interesting scene in the city.

Looking around, people are making snowmen everywhere on both sides of the road.

Sanitation workers were also dumbfounded.

It used to be that they swept the snow from the sides of the road into tree pits or piled them up.

They don't have to work now, and it's too late for people to grab the snow.

This is an interesting sport.

Sometimes, an act is nothing in itself, but what kind of impact the act will have is very important.

Ning Fei built a snowman in the shape of a galloping horse, leading the frenzy of building a snowman and bringing more harmony and laughter to the society, which is a good thing.

Back at Qingfengguan, Ning Fei chatted with netizens again.

"Xue has always been the object of Chinese ancients singing."

"After all, in ancient winter, people had nothing to do, and there was no good way of entertainment, so many literati liked to gather in the pavilion when it was snowing, showing off their literary talents and so on.

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"A question to everyone, if you were asked to describe the snow, how would you describe it."

After the snowy day, Ning Fei interacted with netizens like this, and everyone also found it very interesting.

"It is described as a lot of snow? How about the heavy snow that is like a feather falling all over the sky?"

"I think it should be 'Don't call me again, I'm afraid Charlotte will misunderstand'."

"Haha, the previous answer is full marks."

"Snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is blowing~"

"What if it's raining heavily?"

"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore."

"Father, Er Yuehong came to ask for medicine."

"Since ancient times, netizens have produced talents, why do your barrages have voices?"

Everyone chatted happily.

Ning Fei looked at the barrage and thought it was very interesting, but he also smiled.

He originally thought that everyone would say something like "Suddenly the spring breeze comes in one night, thousands of trees and ten thousand pears bloom".

But apparently not so.

"Ning Guanzhu, how do you describe the snow is very big?"

A netizen asked.

"There are many poems describing snow in the ancients. From childhood to adulthood, we have also learned a lot in textbooks."

"But my favorite is this verse:"

"It should be the gods who were madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces."

Ning Fei said something warmly.

His voice was soft and clean, and netizens felt comfortable in their ears when they heard him say this poem.

"It should be an angel who was madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces!"

Netizens murmured.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"This poem is too domineering. Who wrote it, why haven't I heard of it."

"I just checked, and the poet who wrote this poem is Li Bai."

"Sure enough, it's Li Bai. I'll say that only in this way can he write such domineering poems."

After everyone heard Ning Fei's poems, they all started to discuss.

Because Qingfeng looks at this situation and this scene, it is in line with the artistic conception in the poem.

At this time, Ning Fei also explained leisurely:

"The author of this poem is my favorite poet, Li Bai."

"It means that after the angels drank the wine of the Milky Way and got drunk, they rubbed the white clouds into pieces, turning them into heavy snow, and silver waves everywhere."

"The metaphor is bold, new, unique, astonishingly vulgar and perfectly plausible."

"A word 'crazy' fully shows the immortal energy of the gods."

Ning Fei praised this poem, and netizens nodded frequently when they heard it.

"I have studied geography, biology, and now Chinese in Ning Guanzhu's live broadcast room."

"I didn't listen to it so seriously when the Chinese teacher explained the meaning of ancient prose back then."

"The mood is different, the feeling is different. I used to think that poetry is poetry, but now I feel that poetry is by my side, and I can feel the atmosphere in poetry. It's a good feeling."

"If it snows in the future, you can put on a dress in front of the girl."

"Ning Guanzhu's temperament is too suitable for reciting this poem."

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"I'm afraid you are thinking about peaches."

Ning Fei was also immersed in Li Bai's poems.

Such a poem is an aged wine, and the more aftertaste, the more you can feel the artistic conception contained in it.

Li Baizhen is worthy of being a great poet in China throughout the ages, and his pursuit of romance is vividly reflected in his life.

Sometimes, when the feeling comes, it is natural to do something.

Men have always been like this.

So, Ning Fei went back to the house, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to study ink.

"Ning Guanzhu, is this going to paint again?"

A netizen asked.

Ning Fei shook his head and explained:

"The fairy is drunk, I may not be able to draw such a picture."

"Because if you want to draw such an ancient painting, you must have a verve in your heart, and it must be able to fit the artistic conception in the poem."

"I haven't really seen or felt such a 'crazy' immortal, so I don't have that feeling of the picture in my heart."

"I just wanted to write down these two ancient poems on a whim."

Ning Fei is good at calligraphy. He dipped his brush in ink, raised the brush, and then sketched it on paper. His movements flowed like clouds and water, and he had a unique flavor.

From top to bottom, from right to left, Ning Fei wrote these two poems:

"It should be the gods who were madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces."

His calligraphy contains Zhuangzi's indifference, wandering away and immersed in leisure. He does not seek rich changes. In the brush strokes, the province is flashy in the world, and what he pursues is the meaning of emptiness.

This scene is beautiful.

"Sure enough, handsome people look good in everything they do!"

Netizens admired Ning Fei's words and thought to themselves.

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The next day, Ning Fei was broadcasting live as usual.

The snow outside the door gradually melted, and the handsome snow sculpture of Hei Shuai has also melted.

Ning Fei pondered in his heart whether he should make another wood or stone carving, so that it could be preserved for a longer time.

"Besides, it depends on whether there are suitable materials."

Ning Fei thought to himself.

Ning Fei went to the village to buy things again. On the way, he met the village chief, who was heading towards the north of Qinshan Village.

Netizens found that when Ning Guanzhu travels, he often encounters the village chief.

It seems that the village chief is everywhere.

"Village Chief, what's the matter, I see you frowning." Ning Fei walked over and asked.

"It's not a big deal. Isn't Li Tietou in the north of the village going to be buried today? His dog won't be buried alive and dead. Just after a bunch of people tied the dog down, they buried Li Tietou. That's it." The village chief took a puff of cigarettes and shook his head.

"It's his white dog." Ning Fei sighed when he heard this.

"Yes, just that one. I haven't eaten for three days. I guess I can't survive." Qin Zheng sighed again, and then walked away.

The conversation between the two was heard by netizens, and everyone was very interested in what the village chief said.

Ning Fei explained:

"The customs of burial are different in each place. The old people in Qinshan Village will be placed in the living room for three days when they pass away, and then they will be buried at the cemetery in Houshan."

"Qinshan Village also allows burial."

"I heard from people in the village that Li Tietou passed away a few days ago. After he passed away, the dog he raised has not been able to eat or drink."

"Li Tietou's sons and daughters have been outside, and Li Tietouer's dog has always been with him. Now that his sons and daughters are back for the funeral, the dog should prevent others from burying Li Tietouer's body in the underground."

Thinking of this, Ning Fei decided to go to the cemetery in the back mountain in the north of the village to have a look.

Rural funerals should not be broadcast live in principle, which is not in line with the values ​​that are being promoted now, and the live broadcast room will be banned.

Ning Fei didn't go over immediately.

It was only in the afternoon that Ning Fei went to the back mountain in the north of the village to take a look, but there was no live broadcast of the content of the back mountain.

He could see in the back mountain in the north of the village that there was a new tomb in a cemetery, and there were traces of offering platforms, fruits, and ashes burned by paper money around.

Ning Fei saw a pastoral dog with a whitish coat at a glance.

The pastoral dog was lying on the side of the grave, curled up, eyes closed, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The village chief said that the dog had not eaten for several days.

There are many offerings of fruit, meat and other food on the altar next to it.

But the dog didn't move.

It should know what's going on.

But it just wants to accompany its master quietly.

After all, for it, that ordinary old man is the whole of its life.

"Wang!"

The puppy was at Ning Fei's feet and saw the dog from a distance. It barked as if trying to evoke something.

"Puppy, go."

Ning Fei sighed and said to the dog, then turned and left.

He didn't want to disturb the dog.

The puppy stopped and looked at the lying idyllic dog for a while, then turned around to see that Ning Fei had gone far, and hurriedly accelerated to catch up.

This time, the puppy ran extremely fast.

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