After Xu Yunyan once again recited what he had done during the hoeing day at noon, everyone present could not help but comment on it.
"This poem is easy to understand and does not have any fancy words, but it is still the most appropriate as an exhortation to farmers."
After a literati said this, Yuan Kewang suddenly said in a strange way, "How can such a poem be worthy of the knowledge we have learned? Even an ordinary farmer can probably write it, right?"
As soon as Yuan Kewang said this, the literati who had not yet commented on it also stopped talking. Indeed, they had always been intellectuals, and now such a quatrain suddenly appeared, which really made them a little uncomfortable.
Now Xu Yunyan is so angry in her heart: "Well, Yuan Kewang, I wrote a poem, and you just said here that I don't have any cultural level. What do you mean?"
Liu Zhengming asked Xu Yunyan to use this poem as a reference, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. After Yuan Kewang said this, Liu Zhengming hurriedly started talking here.
"Didn't we agree? Using this poem to make a point is not to say whether the poem is good or not.
Now that we have the first poem, should we continue to teach without hesitation? Rather than discussing here whether this poem can be written by us literati. "
What Liu Zhengming said made Xu Yunyan's affection for him double.
However, Yuan Kewang suddenly changed the topic, "Brother Xu Ying is so great and has written such an article that is so relevant to reality. Should we let Brother Xu Ying write one? How about we change the topic this time and don't need to persuade farmers like this?" Now that the Northland has been victorious, we will use this to compose a poem. Do you think this is good?"
Yuan Kewang didn't know why he was targeting Xu Yunyan here, making Xu Yunyan itchy with hatred.
But as soon as Yuan Kewang finished speaking, the literati couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded.
"This is a really good suggestion. Let's make a poem like this."
After Yuan Kewang finished speaking, some people shook their heads and recited one or two lines of poetry.
After these people composed one or two lines of battlefield poetry, Xu Yunyan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and one popular frontier fortress masterpiece after another appeared in his mouth, which was catchy and gave him a sense of accomplishment.
Xu Yunyan took a step forward, "Since you want me to make a fool of myself again, I will show my shame here. The beacon light shines on Xijing..."
After finishing this poem, while everyone who was doing it was confused and shocked, Xu Yunyan continued to take a step forward.
"The moon is bright during the Qin period and the moon is off during the Han period..."
Another popular masterpiece was produced. The scene was already a little quiet. Everyone was waiting here to see if Xu Yunyan would compose another song or if he had something to say. Xu Yunyan stepped forward again. He took a step forward, and after standing still this time, another catchy verse was sung by Xu Yunyan.
"Grape wine luminous cup..."
After writing three frontier poems that quickly became popular, everyone was looking at Xu Yunyan. Now no one can believe that the poems he wrote are simple and easy to understand and can be made by ordinary people.
For being able to write such beautiful frontier poems so easily, shouldn't he be said to be a child prodigy or a literary master?
Just after Xu Yunyan wrote three poems and no one reacted, Xu Yunyan took another step forward.
"If you want to ask about a bicycle..."
At this time, everyone present was surprised. They wrote four frontier poems in succession, and each one seemed to them to be much more beautiful than what they had done. Is this really a human being?
Yuan Kewang, who was preparing to ridicule Xu Yunyan here, was suddenly disappointed, "How is it possible? How could you write such a beautiful article? It is definitely plagiarized. Is this definitely plagiarized? You can't have done it yourself."
Yuan Kewang kept being hostile to him here, which made Xu Yunyan very curious, "Brother Yuan, we just met. I don't blame you for not believing that I can write such a poem, but after I wrote such a poem, you You can ask the many literati here, who has seen the source of these poems?
If they had seen it, wouldn't it prove that I copied it? If they haven't seen it, wouldn't it be me who made it? Does such a simple thing need to be considered here for such a long time? "
Just as Xu Yunyan finished speaking, Liu Zhengming next to him also took a step forward, "I don't know why this brother is so hostile to Brother Xu Ying? We have all seen Brother Xu's ability to write poems. Are we still afraid that he is plagiarizing?" If that’s the case, how about we rewrite the poem with a different content?”
When Liu Zhengming mentioned this, Yuan Kewang seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw in his heart, and he kept talking here.
"That's right, let's change the topic quickly and see if we can make such an excellent poem again. If we can't make it, it's plagiarism. Even if we haven't seen it, you happened to have seen it somewhere better than us. Just know it first, we will definitely know it later.”
When Yuan Kewang said this, Xu Yunyan felt a little helpless.
"How did you meet such a person? What does he say? Who does he think he is?"
However, in order to slap Yuan Kewang hard in the face and let him know that he was not someone he could ridicule at will, Xu Yunyan said, "Then please recommend a highly respected person here to propose a test question."
As soon as Xu Yunyan finished speaking, among the literati present, you looked at me and I looked at you.
The last one who was a little older stood up and punched Xu Yunyan: "Brother Xu, I will accompany you here first. It's not that I don't believe Brother Xu, but I ask Brother Xu to show his true ability and let us know about Brother Xu." Is this good for your literary talent?
I'm so shameless that I asked Brother Xu to write a poem using the word "Candei" as the title. Is that okay? "
After hearing this poem with the word "can be ashamed" as its title, Xu Yunyan's brain started spinning rapidly.
This article has never appeared in the past. It's not that it doesn't exist, but it will never exist in this era. However, it didn't exist in the Tang Dynasty, and it may exist in the future.
While Xu Yunyan was thinking here, many people here were sweating for him, but Yuan Kewang was grinning and waiting to see Xu Yunyan's joke.
However, Xu Yunyan didn't think for long before he took a step forward again and opened his mouth before everyone could react.
"My love for my son is endless, and I am overjoyed when I return home. My cold clothes are densely stitched, and my letters home are fresh with ink marks. When I see him, I pity him for his thin body, and I call him to ask about his hardships. He hangs low and is ashamed of his son, and dare not sigh in the dust of the world."
