"In the fifth year of Zhongping, the capital of Yu Dynasty returned to Luochuan. The ancients said that the god of Si water was named Mi Fei. Feeling Song Yu's treatment of the goddess of the king of Chu, he wrote this poem. His words said:"
"I returned to my hometown from the capital region in the east. I carried Yique on my back, crossed the 轘辕, and passed through Tonggu and Lingjing Mountain. The sun was tilting to the west, and the chariots and horses were in trouble. You are driving the tax to Henggao, and the horse to Zhitian. Rong and As far as Yanglin, the sky is flowing as far as Luochuan."
When the first few lines of the poem came out of Yang Ling's mouth, the poetry meeting instantly fell silent.
Cao Pi and Cao Qing also calmed down and listened with others.
It's just that they wanted to hear how good Yang Ling was so they could seize the opportunity to laugh at him.
But as Yang Ling continued to chant, everyone's expressions changed!
"...as graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums are shining brightly, and the spring pines are gorgeous. It seems like the moon covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow falling on the flowing wind..."
This rhetoric... is too damn gorgeous, right?
Even an average literati can hear the genius in it!
"...I ordered my servants to drive, and I will return to the east road. I picked up the bridle to resist the plan, but I was so embarrassed that I couldn't go!"
Yang Ling recited the entire chapter of "Association" and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Chinese teacher was more strict and responsible when I was in school, forcing the whole class to recite this "Luo Shen Fu".
Otherwise, how could I still recite the entire text after so many years?
Yang Ling took a sip of tea and looked at everyone present.
Although he has recited the entire article, everyone is still immersed in "Luo Shen Fu" and cannot extricate themselves for a long time!
Nothing else.
Just because this poem is so beautiful and unique!
All the poems and songs in the world almost pale in comparison to it!
I didn't expect that Yang Ling was so talented that he could create such a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!
No wonder he would say that poetry, poetry, and poetry are just trivial skills. That’s right. With such a talent, there is no need to take poetry, poetry, poetry, and poetry seriously!
Cao Pi's expression changed drastically!
Like his father Cao Cao and his younger brother Cao Zhi, he was a well-read poet.
Naturally, I can judge the quality of this poem!
To describe it as an eternal masterpiece is no exaggeration!
The choice of words and sentences, as well as the emotions expressed, contain a unique beauty that makes people unable to help but marvel!
No, no, how can you praise Yang Ling?
Cao Pi on the other side also looked moved!
In his opinion, Yang Ling's poems have neat parallelism, beautiful rhetoric, and extremely rich imagination.
The most important thing is that Cao Pi can feel the resonance from it!
He felt that this article was particularly familiar, as if he had been living in Yang Ling's shadow.
Cao Qing looked at Yang Ling's beautiful eyes, which were also full of shock!
Her father and brothers are both great writers, and she has been influenced by literature since she was a child. Of course she knows how amazing Yang Ling's poem is!
However, unlike talented men like Cao Pi and Cao Zhi, what Cao Qing felt more from it was sadness, frustration and failure to get what she asked for!
What kind of strange woman could make him feel so infinitely sad and confused?
Cao Qing felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and tears almost fell down.
"Sister...he is so talented. If you don't like him, I'll tell dad to betroth me to him."
Cao Hua on the side wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and whispered.
Cao Qing just glared at her coldly and uttered one word,
"roll!"
After a long silence, Cao Pi finally recovered from the shock and couldn't help but say,
"May I ask, sir, if this poem has a name?"
"Luo Shen Fu."
"Luo Shenfu?"
Cao Pi murmured in a low voice, then raised his head, his eyes were exceptionally bright, and praised,
"The words and body used by Mr. Wang are exquisite. The sentences are exquisite and the paragraphs are gorgeous. The emotions are real, the imagination is rich, the scenery is strange, the characters are delicate, the rhetoric is skillful, and the depiction is vivid. It is really fascinating and admirable!"
"Young Master Zijian is overly praised. When it comes to talent, I still recommend you and the general first in the world."
Yang Ling quickly waved his hand.
He is not a shameless person. He is somewhat embarrassed in front of the original author.
"You're welcome, sir!"
Cao Pi was solemn and honest,
"To be honest, I used to be arrogant, and even the most talented people in the world were not as good as me."
"But after meeting my husband, I realized that there are people outside the world."
"If there is a stone of talent in the world, my husband will have eight fights for himself, my father and I will have one fight, and the rest of the scholars will share one fight!"
These words can be said to elevate Yang Ling's status to that of all literati in the world!
But none of the talented people present were dissatisfied at all. Instead, they nodded with sincerity!
Because Yang Ling's "Luo Shen Fu" is really enough to surpass everyone!
All the works of the world pale in front of it.
"It's getting late. Mr. Zihuan, Mr. Zijian, and Miss Cao, please go ahead and go back."
Yang Ling stood up with a smile.
"Sir, please walk slowly."
Cao Zhi said respectfully.
Cao Pi also had a smile on his face, but he was cursing his mother in his heart.
Today, he clearly planned to ruin Yang Ling's reputation and make him a laughing stock in the world.
This was good, it made him pretend to be so powerful all of a sudden.
After today, I'm afraid Yang Ling will become famous all over the world!
Yang Ling bowed his hands to several people and left gracefully.
Looking at his back, Cao Qing felt inexplicably disappointed in her heart, and she had the urge to call him out!
But when I thought about how I didn't even say hello to Yang Ling when I sat down just now, I felt extremely regretful!
After Yang Ling left, although today's poetry meeting went on normally, almost everyone lost interest.
After all, there is such a shocking "Ode to the Goddess of the Goddess" sitting there. If anyone else displays the work, it will undoubtedly be a bit of a humiliation for themselves.
Seeing this, Cao Zhi could only hastily announce the end of today's poetry meeting.
…
The General's Mansion.
Cao Cao was discussing political affairs with Xun Yu, Guo Jia, Xi Zhicai, and Jia Xu.
At this moment, a spy from the school affairs office hurried over.
He didn't say much, just handed the folding book in his hand to Cao Cao.
Cao Cao took the book and glanced at it casually, but his body shook violently!
His expression changed, he sat upright and stared at the folder in his hand carefully.
Seeing Cao Cao's appearance, Xun Yu and Guo Jia looked at each other, feeling a little strange.
What happened to make the Lord so shocked?
After a while, when Cao Cao finished reading the excerpt, he sighed,
"Yang Ling is really talented in literature. I really underestimated him before!"
Hearing this, several people were even more surprised. Why did the Lord suddenly mention Yang Ling?
Cao Cao saw their confused expressions and explained,
"You should know that Zijian holds poetry gatherings outside the city on weekdays, inviting talented people from all over the world to participate, right?"
Everyone nodded.
Because Cao Zhi's identity and talent are there, as long as he can get his praise, he can become famous all over the world.
Many talented people who wanted to stand out went there to participate.
So much so that the poetry gathering held by Cao Zhi was almost as famous as the Yue Dan Review held by the Xu brothers.
