"what's going on?"
"Why is he not moving?"
"Could it be that he hasn't figured it out yet?"
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After seeing the poem written by Li Yi in a short time, Baiguan was almost desperate, and suddenly saw that Zhao Xiuwen looked at the poem without writing, and immediately became suspicious.
This is really not a difficult topic to write. If the other party didn't even come up with a line of poetry after Li Xianzi finished writing it, the officials would not only have to suspect that the so-called "thousand-year poetry talent is the highest", isn't it? It's just a name.
But if this is the case, how could the poet ghost Wang Zhong say the words "I am ashamed to be inferior"
"Is there something wrong with Li Xianzi's poem?" Someone noticed that Zhao Xiuwen's eyes had been on Li Yi's poem, and asked in doubt.
"How could this be?" Standing in the crowd, Wei Siye was full of disbelief, looking at the poem like Zhao Xiuwen, and kept muttering: "How could this be, how could this be?"
A scholar from Hongwen Hall came out, stroked his beard, and looked a little excited, "It's an eye-opener, it really is an eye-opener!"
The officials were greatly surprised when they heard it. This poem can't be said to be mediocre, but there isn't much in it. However, looking at the appearance of Wei Siye and Chu University scholar, there seems to be another mystery in it
So Baiguan looked at the poem again, looked left and right, looked horizontally and vertically - still didn't see why.
Everyone's expressions changed. Could it be that Wei Siye, Chu University scholar, and Li Xianzi's poetry and prose attainments have reached the point where ghosts and gods are unpredictable, they are beyond their reach, and they can't even read it
At this time, Zhao Xiuwen finally retracted his gaze, put down his pen, walked back to the third prince of Qi, and said calmly: "I lost the first round."
When an eunuch heard this, he immediately extinguished a long stick of incense.
Naturally, this competition cannot be time-limited, otherwise, if it takes ten days and a half months to think about a poem, will His Majesty and many courtiers still be able to wait forever
For the three poems, from setting the topic to closing the pen, the two of them shared a stick of incense time. Li Xianzi didn't think about it at all just now, and just wrote it without wasting much time. On the other hand, Zhao Xiuwen, the stick of incense had already been burned for a short time. a short paragraph.
"What?"
"Why, you clearly haven't written it yet!"
Hearing Zhao Xiuwen's words, the faces of several envoys of Qi State changed greatly. After the young man of Jing State wrote that poem, they thought they had a chance of winning, but how did they expect it to happen
Zhao Xiuwen actually took the initiative to admit defeat
In an instant, several envoys looked at him and became vigilant. Could it be that this Zhao was bought by Jing Guo, or - he is Jing Guo's undercover agent at all
In this round, the envoys of Qi State lost for no reason, and the officials of Jing State won in a bit of a daze.
This wins
why
Not to mention the "No. 1 millennium poetic talent", even they, within this period of time, have come up with a poem that can surpass Li Xianzi's. Although it took a little longer, as long as they win one more It doesn't hurt to be on the stage, why did the Qi people admit defeat? Could it be that his poems were really blown out
"You can't waste too much time in the first game, you did a good job." The third prince of Qi finally looked away, patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder and said.
Zhao Xiuwen nodded, and when he looked at the figure talking and laughing with the little girl again, his expression finally became serious.
"In the first game, Li Xianzi won."
Qi Guo voluntarily conceded defeat, and the eunuch immediately announced the result loudly without even judging.
Until they heard the news that their side had won, all the officials didn't understand where they had won.
"Wei Siye, what's going on here?"
"That's right, Master Chu, what's so wonderful about this poem?"
"You guys are talking about it."
Although they won, the hearts of all the officials were even more tormented. Wei Siye and Chu University scholar immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.
The Chu scholar stroked his beard again, and said with a smile, "My lords, read this poem by Li Xianzi again."
Everyone was puzzled, and looked over again.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains, and the fishing boats in Yuanpu catch the moonlight.
The bridge is opposite the temple gate, the pine path is small, and the alley is a spring with clear stones and waves.
The green trees are far away, the river is dawn, and the misty red clouds are sunny in the evening.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points. "
But no matter how they look at it, it seems that there is nothing special about this title "Tihanshan Temple".
This poem can only be regarded as barely describing the scene at dusk, if you study it carefully, it may even be suspected of digressing.
"Mr. Chu, don't be a fool." An official urged.
The great scholar of Chu shook his head and said, "My lords, you might as well try to read this poem backwards."
"Read it backwards?" Baiguan was puzzled, did the poems read backwards
But some officials read it out subconsciously: "Qinghong counted thousands of peaks and green, looking around from the edge of the water to the clouds..., hiss, this, this..."
After reading a sentence, he closed his mouth, and his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.
"How can it be?"
"Is it possible to do this?"
"This, this poem is read backwards, unexpectedly, it is also a poem!"
After being reminded by the great scholar of Chu, the officials finally discovered the mystery.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains, and the fishing boats in Yuanpu catch the moonlight.
The bridge is opposite the temple gate, the pine path is small, and the alley is a spring with clear stones and waves.
The green trees are far away, the river is dawn, and the misty red clouds are sunny in the evening.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points.
Qinghong counted thousands of peaks and green, looking around the water and clouds.
On a sunny day, the evening glow is red and misty, and the river trees are green in the dawn sky.
Qingbo Shiyanquan is an alley, and the small path is across the bridge from Songmen Temple.
The bright moon is far away from fishing boats and Yupu, and the snow waves on the mountains and snow follow the tide secretly. "
Regardless of whether this poem is read forward or backward, it is actually a superb poem. When the two are superimposed, the meaning in it is naturally different.
Not only can it be read forward, but it can also be read backward, and the backward reading is also neat and appropriate. It can be seen that Li Xianzi's skill in controlling words, he may have reached the pinnacle of words and sentences, right
If the forward reading is from the scenery of the moonlit night to the dawn of the river and the sky, then the reverse reading is from the dawn of dawn to the evening of fishing boat singing. Everyone can even imagine these two scenes in Hanshan Temple outside the city.
Poetry, can you still do this
They finally understood what Master Chu meant by opening their eyes just now. After living for decades, is it not the first time they have seen such a miraculous poem
No wonder that Zhao Xiuwen simply gave up and gave up after taking a look. Don't talk about one stick of incense, even if you give him ten sticks of incense, a hundred sticks of incense may not be enough...
At this moment, the way Baiguan looked at Li Yi changed immediately.
To be able to write such unprecedented poems, even if he was well prepared, where would his poetic talent be
Perhaps, in today's competition, they really have hope of winning.