"In the past two times, I announced it first. Such behavior is really rude! This time, let the head of the hospital announce the answer first! It also shows our gentlemanly behavior."
Chu Gong thought he could win with a second hand, but he was naive.
Yang Qingyuan was on the third floor, thinking slightly.
As the person behind the scenes, Zhou Mingsheng must have a certain degree of confidence in taking action personally.
Liu Bin did not want to offend Zhou Mingsheng, and many of the literati downstairs had recruiters for him. As long as the next poem could not be overwhelming, Zhou Mingsheng would gather the power of everyone and forcefully change the judgment results.
Yang Qingyuan already had a plan in his mind, so Mr. Zizhan asked him to lend him a poem.
Pick up the pen and dip it in ink, put down the pen and use it.
A poem is written in one go.
This time Yang Qingyuan did not use small regular script with hairpin flowers, but the running script was mixed with Fei Bai style, and the lingyun charm in the brushwork seemed to come out through the paper.
The master of Qingwu Academy on the side did not understand the meaning of Yang Qingyuan's move.
It is not easy to achieve this level of writing in such a short time, and the poem can be considered a masterpiece.
But the head of the Qingwu Academy had already seen Zhou Mingsheng's intention to come forward, and she didn't believe that Yang Qingyuan couldn't see it.
This poem seems to be slightly inferior to the previous one.
Master Qingwu, I don’t know what Yang Qingyuan is thinking! ?
As the little maid sent down the poems, the poems written by Yang Qingyuan were displayed in front of everyone. What caught everyone's eyes was a completely different piece of calligraphy.
The sharpness and pride on the paper could not be written by a woman from the Qingwu Academy.
Generally, women's fonts are relatively gentle, but of course there are exceptions, such as the legendary empress hundreds of years ago, who dominated the world with the sun and moon in the sky.
Her handwriting is even more cutting-edge than the average male calligrapher.
But judging from the small regular script of the hairpin just now, this calligraphy and the previous handwriting are most likely written by two people.
However, although this poem is excellent, compared with the previous two articles, it seems to be slightly inferior in conception and connotation.
A group of literati and talented people below were talking a lot.
"Although this word is good, the poem seems to be a bit average."
"This poem cannot be said to be average, but compared with the previous two poems, it seems to be a little worse."
"Why is it wrong?! The third question is about dusk. He clearly only wrote about night and dawn. This is obviously off topic!"
"My poetic talent is exhausted..."
"..."
Amid the discussion, Liu Bin remained stagnant.
"How can this be so?" Liu Bin stood on the second floor, his face full of disbelief, and he kept mumbling: "How can this be so?! How can this be so?!"
Everyone downstairs noticed Liu Bin's movements and were greatly surprised. This poem cannot be said to be ordinary, but there is not much that is outstanding.
"It's an eye-opener! It's really an eye-opener! I didn't expect that I could write poetry like this?! I've been reading poetry books for twenty years!"
The person who opened his mouth to admire was Chen Xuan, a scholar from the Hanlin Academy.
After watching it twice, Chen Xuan's eyes widened with fiery eyes.
When everyone present saw the appearance of Liu Bin and Chen Xuan, they naturally knew that there was another mystery in this poem?
But everyone looked at the poem again, looking left and right, but still couldn't figure out the reason.
Everyone's expressions gradually became awkward. Could it be that the literary level of myself and others was so different from that of Liu Shilang and Master Chen? !
Not to mention writing a good poem, has it reached the point where you can't even understand the poems of Master Qingwu?
Really unable to understand the mystery in the poem, one of them stepped forward.
"Please also ask Mr. Liu to clear up the students' doubts."
More and more people followed.
"Please ask Mr. Liu to clear up the confusion!"
Liu Bin stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Look at this poem again."
Everyone was confused and gathered around the paper again.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boat fishing in Yuanpu is fishing under the bright moon.
The pine path across the bridge to the temple gate is small, and the alley is like a spring with clear stone waves.
The green trees and rivers are far away at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, the green peaks are numbered with thousands of points. "
But no matter how they looked at it, there seemed to be nothing outstanding about this poem.
This poem is even suspected of going off topic. It can only barely describe the dusk situation in a few sentences, and it can only be regarded as tangentially related to the theme of dusk.
"Shilang Liu, please stop showing off!"
Liu Bin shook his head and said, "Everyone, you might as well try reading this poem backwards."
"Read it backwards?" All the talented people were confused. They didn't know what Liu Bin was trying to sell? Is it possible to read poems backwards?
But there is no way, why do you think you are not up to par and can't even understand? !
According to Liu Bin's statement, this poem can be read backwards.
One of them subconsciously read it out: "Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, the water meets the clouds and looks far away, the sunny sunset is red and misty, the river is green and the trees are vast in the morning..., hiss, this... is so scary. !!”
After reading just one sentence, everyone present took a breath of cold air, and the temperature in Qingwu Courtyard also rose by one degree.
"How can it be?"
"Inhuman!? Is this poem divine?!"
"This, this poem is read backwards, and it is actually a poem! And the contrast is neat and the rhythm is wonderful!!! This, this..."
After Liu Bin's prompting, everyone present finally discovered the mystery.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boat fishing in Yuanpu is fishing under the bright moon.
The pine path across the bridge to the temple gate is small, and the alley is like a spring with clear stone waves.
The green trees and rivers are far away at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, the green peaks are numbered with thousands of points.
Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, and the water meets the clouds and looks far away.
On a sunny day, the sunset is red and misty, and at dawn, the river and trees are green.
Qingbo Shiyanquan is in the alley, and the path is opposite the bridge to Songmen Temple.
The bright moon is fishing in the boat and the pond is far away, the mountains are covered with snow and the waves are darkly following the tide. "
This poem is an excellent poem whether it is read forward or backward, and whether it is read forward or backward, its rhythm and words are of the highest quality. When the two are superimposed, the meaning is naturally different.
If you want to write a poem with excellent artistic conception, rhythm, and words, at this time, Qingwuyuan can do it at least in a palm.
But if you want to write the kind of poetry that is full of poetry when read backwards, and the artistic conception is not bad, it cannot be completed in a short time, and you are not even sure whether you can write it.
The forward reading is from the moonlit night scene to the dawn of the river and sky, and the reverse reading is from the dawn of dawn to the evening singing of fishing boats.
The direct reading and reverse reading are equally neat and appropriate.
The author of this poem may have reached the pinnacle of perfection in choosing words and sentences!
No one present felt that this poem was written by the master of Qingwu Academy.
She couldn't write such a wonderful poem in such a short time.
The level of poetry in this world is far inferior to that of Blue Star.
And because of the particularity of its technique, this poem caused even more shock than those poems copied by Yang Qingyuan before.
Poems, lyrics, and rhymes are just for expressing emotions through scenery and expressing aspirations through objects.
However, the author of this poem developed a new genre of poetry, not for expressing emotions or expressing aspirations, but simply to show his poetry skills.
Pure virtuosity for the sake of a slap in the face—a virtuoso poem for the sake of virtuosity!
With such poems, even if Zhou Mingsheng wanted to tamper with the judgment, he couldn't.
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