Soon, more than a dozen people went up one after another and wrote their own poems on the desk. However, their quality was not as good as that of the madman before. Instead of gaining fame, they attracted ridicule from others and made others laugh. With a disgraced look on his face, he retreated dejectedly.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
Two poems, two styles.
Damn it, why did this happen
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people from Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
This remark caused another round of laughter.
After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.
The scene became a little deserted.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
About a stick of incense later, another person who looked like a businessman from other places wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the beauty poem written by the unscrupulous madman, it was still catchy, so it was praised. It was selected and hung high on the second floor.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.
What he wrote was: Peerless and independent.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
But the slovenly madman snorted coldly and said without any concealment: "Associating with you is violating my Song Qingfei's [Beautiful Words]..."
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
What he wrote was: Peerless and independent.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
These are all minor episodes.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.
After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
Just then, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Nothing." He strode to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. It was a poem with a completely different style. Said: In the quiet night, the courtyard gate is half-closed, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon pavilion. He wanted to talk about the affairs of his boudoir, but the maid in front did not dare to say anything.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
Many people's eyes fell on the desk.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
He said this in a loud voice.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
He went straight to the desk.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people from Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.
As soon as this sentence comes out, there seems to be a magical power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence, which is straightforward and simple, becomes full of meaning and flavor, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially the word Jue , and the word "independence" is the most subtle.
Lin Qiushui was very proud.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
"Good poem."
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
"Good poem."
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.
He said this in a loud voice.
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
"Good poem."
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people from Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
This remark caused another round of laughter.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
Lin Qiushui was very proud.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
"Good poem."
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
Lin Qiushui was very proud.
The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
Just then, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Nothing." He strode to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. It was a poem with a completely different style. Said: In the quiet night, the courtyard gate is half-closed, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon pavilion. He wanted to talk about the affairs of his boudoir, but the maid in front did not dare to say anything.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.
He went straight to the desk.
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people from Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
Many people's eyes fell on the desk.
He went straight to the desk.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
These are all minor episodes.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
After that, dozens more people presented poems one after another, but the level was really uneven. Everyone in Hua Xiang Rong on the third floor pavilion did not even participate in the poetry review. It was several mothers from Wen Shengzhai who made the poems. During the selection, five poems were reluctantly selected, which were temporarily selected and hung up.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
Two poems, two styles.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
The scene became a little deserted.
But the slovenly madman snorted coldly and said without any concealment: "Associating with you is violating my Song Qingfei's [Beautiful Words]..."
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
About a stick of incense later, another person who looked like a businessman from other places wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the beauty poem written by the unscrupulous madman, it was still catchy, so it was praised. It was selected and hung high on the second floor.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.
After finishing writing, Li Mu did not follow the example of the previous people and throw the pen on the ground. Instead, he gently placed the pen on the pen holder. He smiled at Mama Sang, the poetry critic who was completely stunned next to him, and said: "This Can this poem by a beautiful woman be selected?"
He said this in a loud voice.
After that, dozens more people presented poems one after another, but the level was really uneven. Everyone in Hua Xiang Rong on the third floor pavilion did not even participate in the poetry review. It was several mothers from Wen Shengzhai who made the poems. During the selection, five poems were reluctantly selected, which were temporarily selected and hung up.
But others don't think so.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
This is because the poems written by the madman named Song Qingfei, and later by Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang, have raised the overall level of tonight's poems. They are already ahead of the curve, and they are indeed good writers. Those who come after them, Even if she performs at a super level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience, especially Wen Shengzhai's Mama Sang. They are all beauties with extremely good poetry skills. Naturally, their poetry criticism is extremely fair. Some people who still want to give it a try will also I don’t dare to go up and show off my shame anymore.
However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
After that, dozens more people presented poems one after another, but the level was really uneven. Everyone in Hua Xiang Rong on the third floor pavilion did not even participate in the poetry review. It was several mothers from Wen Shengzhai who made the poems. During the selection, five poems were reluctantly selected, which were temporarily selected and hung up.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
The scene became a little deserted.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
"Ah? Oh, this... Okay, okay, someone, come and copy the poem quickly so that everyone can take a look." The mother who had previously invited Li Mu to come on stage to write a poem immediately said overjoyed.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
He said this in a loud voice.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
These are all minor episodes.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.
But others don't think so.
After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.
The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."
Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...
He said this in a loud voice.
This is because the poems written by the madman named Song Qingfei, and later by Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang, have raised the overall level of tonight's poems. They are already ahead of the curve, and they are indeed good writers. Those who come after them, Even if she performs at a super level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience, especially Wen Shengzhai's Mama Sang. They are all beauties with extremely good poetry skills. Naturally, their poetry criticism is extremely fair. Some people who still want to give it a try will also I don’t dare to go up and show off my shame anymore.
He said this in a loud voice.
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry. Even if your writing is poor, no one will laugh at you, because no one will hold you back." I’m looking forward to it, haha!”
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.
This remark caused another round of laughter.
However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."
He said this in a loud voice.
These are all minor episodes.
Soon, more than a dozen people went up one after another and wrote their own poems on the desk. However, their quality was not as good as that of the madman before. Instead of gaining fame, they attracted ridicule from others and made others laugh. With a disgraced look on his face, he retreated dejectedly.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."
But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.
This remark caused another round of laughter.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry. Even if your writing is poor, no one will laugh at you, because no one will hold you back." I’m looking forward to it, haha!”
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
He said this in a loud voice.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
Two poems, two styles.
Two poems, two styles.
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."
He said this in a loud voice.
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.
"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
Damn it, why did this happen
He went straight to the desk.
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
Soon, more than a dozen people went up one after another and wrote their own poems on the desk. However, their quality was not as good as that of the madman before. Instead of gaining fame, they attracted ridicule from others and made others laugh. With a disgraced look on his face, he retreated dejectedly.
The scene became a little deserted.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
As soon as this sentence comes out, there seems to be a magical power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence, which is straightforward and simple, becomes full of meaning and flavor, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially the word Jue , and the word "independence" is the most subtle.
These are all minor episodes.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
However, when Li Mu wrote the second sentence, most of the laughter in the audience immediately disappeared.
After finishing writing, Li Mu did not follow the example of the previous people and throw the pen on the ground. Instead, he gently placed the pen on the pen holder. He smiled at Mama Sang, the poetry critic who was completely stunned next to him, and said: "This Can this poem by a beautiful woman be selected?"
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
About a stick of incense later, another person who looked like a businessman from other places wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the beauty poem written by the unscrupulous madman, it was still catchy, so it was praised. It was selected and hung high on the second floor.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.
About a stick of incense later, another person who looked like a businessman from other places wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the beauty poem written by the unscrupulous madman, it was still catchy, so it was praised. It was selected and hung high on the second floor.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people from Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry. Even if your writing is poor, no one will laugh at you, because no one will hold you back." I’m looking forward to it, haha!”
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
These are all minor episodes.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
After that, dozens more people presented poems one after another, but the level was really uneven. Everyone in Hua Xiang Rong on the third floor pavilion did not even participate in the poetry review. It was several mothers from Wen Shengzhai who made the poems. During the selection, five poems were reluctantly selected, which were temporarily selected and hung up.
On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
The scene became a little deserted.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
Damn it, why did this happen
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
He said this in a loud voice.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
Many people's eyes fell on the desk.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
However, when Li Mu wrote the second sentence, most of the laughter in the audience immediately disappeared.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
Two poems, two styles.
What he wrote was: Peerless and independent.
Two poems, two styles.
He said this in a loud voice.
"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."
Just then, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Nothing." He strode to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. It was a poem with a completely different style. Said: In the quiet night, the courtyard gate is half-closed, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon pavilion. He wanted to talk about the affairs of his boudoir, but the maid in front did not dare to say anything.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."
As soon as this sentence comes out, there seems to be a magical power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence, which is straightforward and simple, becomes full of meaning and flavor, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially the word Jue , and the word "independence" is the most subtle.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
Lin Qiushui was very proud.
Then Li Mu continued to write: A glance at the charming city...
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
He said this in a loud voice.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
Just then, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Nothing." He strode to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. It was a poem with a completely different style. Said: In the quiet night, the courtyard gate is half-closed, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon pavilion. He wanted to talk about the affairs of his boudoir, but the maid in front did not dare to say anything.
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.
"Good poem."
Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.
He went straight to the desk.
The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
But the slovenly madman snorted coldly and said without any concealment: "Associating with you is violating my Song Qingfei's [Beautiful Words]..."
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
He went straight to the desk.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
He said this in a loud voice.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. '
Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...
On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.
He said this in a loud voice.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
But the slovenly madman snorted coldly and said without any concealment: "Associating with you is violating my Song Qingfei's [Beautiful Words]..."
After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry. Even if your writing is poor, no one will laugh at you, because no one will hold you back." I’m looking forward to it, haha!”
"Good poem."
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
Two poems, two styles.
This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.
As soon as this sentence comes out, there seems to be a magical power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence, which is straightforward and simple, becomes full of meaning and flavor, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially the word Jue , and the word "independence" is the most subtle.
After finishing writing, Li Mu did not follow the example of the previous people and throw the pen on the ground. Instead, he gently placed the pen on the pen holder. He smiled at Mama Sang, the poetry critic who was completely stunned next to him, and said: "This Can this poem by a beautiful woman be selected?"
He said this in a loud voice.
"Good poem."
Two poems, two styles.
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
The scene became a little deserted.
"Ah? Oh, this... Okay, okay, someone, come and copy the poem quickly so that everyone can take a look." The mother who had previously invited Li Mu to come on stage to write a poem immediately said overjoyed.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
Many people's eyes fell on the desk.
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
What he wrote was: Peerless and independent.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.
The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.
Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.
The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.
The foreign businessman was overjoyed.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.
Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...
By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.
As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.
This remark caused another round of laughter.
Then, comes the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country, for beautiful women are hard to come by.
By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
The scene became a little deserted.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.
This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.
The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.
"Good poem."
None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.
Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.
Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.
This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.
"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."
As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.
"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."
At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.
She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.
As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.
"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he made this young man look embarrassed when he came on stage.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.
Damn it, why did this happen
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.
But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.