After hearing this, Ci Song was about to walk into the stone stele. The moment he touched the poetry stele, he saw that the poetry stele began to shake slightly, and streaks of golden light overflowed from the poetry stele, condensing on the square. An illusory shadow appeared.
This shadow was eight feet tall, wore a Confucian robe, had white beard and hair, and had the look of a saint on his face.
"Every person who succeeds in poetry should have a name. Although I am no longer in the mortal world, my heart is still close to Tianyuan. If there is a true talent in the world, I can still follow my ambition and follow my path."
The shadow spoke slowly, and although its voice was plain, it contained an indescribable majesty that made people dare not blaspheme at all.
After hearing this voice, Ci Song immediately reacted, bowed his hands to the shadow, and respectfully replied: "Disciple Ci Song, pay homage to Qu Sheng."
After seeing this, all the students present stopped their original behavior and looked at Ci Song.
"Why have I never seen this junior brother before? Is he a newly recruited lay disciple this year?"
"No, although the Confucian robe he is wearing is similar to that of our school, it looks wider than the Confucian robe of our school, and the length of the hem is also different. There are subtle lines on the clothes, which is more like the clothes of aristocratic families. , looks a bit like the clothes from Yan Sheng Academy."
"Yan Sheng Academy? Could it be that Yan Sheng Academy also has a genius who writes poetry into ink?"
In an instant, there was a lot of discussion in the square, and everyone was discussing Ci Song's identity. Ci Song in the center of the square was still in front of the shadow, with shock and admiration on his face.
Qu Shengxuying directly threw out his test: "Using 'Brotherhood' as the title, write a poem in seven steps. Let's see your talent."
"Brotherhood? A poem in seven steps? Is this BUFF a bit full?"
After hearing Qu Sheng's question, the corners of Ci Song's mouth twitched subconsciously. You might as well just tell me the answer.
Yes, the answer that Ci Song came up with was the well-known allusion of "Seven Steps to a Poetry". This story tells about Cao Zhi and Cao Pi. This poem was written in the first year of Huangchu, which was the year when Cao Pi proclaimed himself Emperor Wen of Wei. Because Cao Zhi and Cao Pi once competed for the title of crown prince, Cao Pi was afraid, so he deliberately got rid of Cao Zhi and ordered Cao Zhi to compose a poem in seven steps. Finally, in grief and anger, Cao Zhi completed the poem in seven steps.
Song Song had memorized this poem since he was a child, but it was not until he went to college that he learned that there were two versions of the famous poem "Poetry in Seven Steps".
Ci Song did not write or think too much, and slowly began to recite: "
Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the beans to make juice.
The beetles are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
Since they are born from the same root, why be too hasty when they are in conflict with each other? "
Just when Ci Song was talking about his poems, the students present immediately began to analyze Qi Song's poems.
"This poem is not just about brotherhood. In my opinion, it is more like a confrontation between brothers and an accusation made by one of them against his brother."
"Yes, I agree. The brother used the word "bean" to describe himself. The word "cry" fully expresses the sadness and pain of the victim. "萁" refers to the bean stem, which is used as firewood after drying, and the 萁 is burned. And what was cooked was the beans that grew from the same root as himself, which further shows that the relationship between the brothers has reached an irreversible point."
"These last two sentences, "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fight each other?" are the real magic touch. It can be said to be the finishing touch, integrating the essence of the entire story into it. And this story is also about brotherhood. It’s a profound description that makes people moved.”
It can only be said that they are worthy of being disciples of Confucius and Sheng Academy. They analyzed the poems recited by Ci Song almost instantly, and even guessed the background of the poems.
As Ci Song slowly recited the poems, Qu Shengxuying actually felt a trace of touch in his beard and hair after hearing Ci Song's poems, and he slowly said: "What a good person. They are born from the same roots, and they are fried together." Why are you in such a hurry?', using the beans and beans born from the same root as a metaphor for brothers who share the same father and mother, and the fried beans as a metaphor for brothers and sisters killing each other. The last sentence not only contains the consolation between compatriots, but also contains A true brotherhood.”
After hearing Qu Sheng's praise, Ci Song was not too excited. Instead, he slowly stepped back, bowed and said, "Thank you for Qu Sheng's approval."
Just when all the disciples lamented that Song's talent could be recognized by Confucius, Qu Shengxuying spoke again: "In a blink of an eye, you can become a poem, and you are a world-shaking talent. You are the only one who can create poetry."
Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot out from the palm of Qu Sheng's hand and disappeared directly into Ci Song's eyebrows.
"This, this is?"
Feeling the warmth coming from his eyebrows, Ci Song subconsciously took a step back, feeling a little confused.
"This is my talent, which can help me see clearly, argue people, and think quickly." Qu Sheng explained slowly.
Immediately afterwards, the words on the stone tablet also changed in full view of the public, and Ci Song's name suddenly appeared on the stone tablet.
“You’re famous just by passing one test?”
Shock appeared on the faces of all the students present. Although some of the people present had their names on the tablet, they also passed the second test and were recognized by Qu Sheng after the third test. Ci Song only passed the first test. , he managed to be on the list. Such talent is simply astonishing.
Even Ning Ping'an, who had always maintained a calm expression, was slightly moved. Obviously, Ci Song's talent exceeded his expectations.
"There are only a handful of people who can leave their name on the monument in just one try. Over the past thousand years, this junior fellow student from Yan Sheng Academy has actually done it?"
The disciples of Kong Sheng Academy were full of surprise and sigh.
"It seems that this Five Courtyard Tea Party will be more interesting."
"However, even so, I'm afraid this junior brother is not the top student in Yan Sheng Academy, right? After all, there is a 'White Madman' in Yan Sheng Academy."
"Do you dare to shout this nickname in front of him?"
"Don't dare."
"Yan Sheng Academy is well prepared this time, and we will try our best."
…
Listening to the discussions around him, Ci Song didn't pay attention, but bowed his hands to Qu Sheng's shadow with awe on his face: "Thank you for Qu Sheng's approval."
"The first test has passed, can I continue with the second test?"
"Of course." Ci Song replied.
"Use 'Plum' as the title, use objects to describe people, and write a poem in six steps. See your talent." Qu Shengxuying said the content of the second test.
"Mei? This hit me again."
In Ci Song's view, the flowers that the ancients liked to write about most were plum blossoms and lotus. Of course, this was just Ci Song's subjective imagination, mainly because there were too many poems about plum blossoms in the poems he memorized.
"Then I have to choose carefully."
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