She even held the round fan in her hand without putting it down. She picked up the brush on the table and without any hesitation, wrote an article on the rice paper. The handwriting was so beautiful and neat that it was impossible to find anything wrong. After she finished writing, she sat casually aside. , poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, not caring about the result.
In the eyes of Qi Han of Anyu City, Lan Yu's poem "Ode to Plum Blossoms" must win the first place. After all, this poem was not only written by Lan Yu, but also modified by a powerful man who gathered his talents to the top. Word for word, sentence by sentence, it is enough to crush ordinary people. Poetry.
In the eyes of Xiao Luo from Pingwen City, Xiao Yi's poem Praising the Chrysanthemum is a sure-winner, because Xiao Yi once defeated all the scholars in Pingwen City with this poem, and it can be called the trump card of this "talent competition". one.
But Li Qingzhao, the Yi'an layman, gave them a bad premonition with his understatement.
The words on the rice paper on the table emitted golden light and suddenly floated in the air. The words grew larger and larger, large enough for everyone to see the poet's words.
"Partridge Sky"
The body is dim and light yellow, soft in nature, and only the fragrance remains far away from the traces of love. Why does it need light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers.
The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painted lantern is crowned with Mid-Autumn Festival. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't they come to an end?
As soon as this word came out, even people who didn't understand poetry had endless aftertaste and read it over and over again.
I just feel in my heart, wonderful, wonderful!
Lan Yu and Xiao Yi, who understood poetry, opened their eyes wide and stared at the words, tasting them again and again, feeling mixed emotions in their hearts and speechless.
Can they really write such a poem in this life?
Qi Han saw that word and just recited it silently in his mind. He knew that he had encountered a hard problem. His face turned livid and he squeezed the wine glass tightly.
On the other side, Xiao Luo read the first sentence of "Partridge Sky" and became mesmerized.
There is a good saying: "Plum trees make you jealous, chrysanthemums should make you ashamed." Use a group of flowers as a background, and use plum blossoms and chrysanthemums as comparisons to praise the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Whether it was Lan Yu's Yong Mei or Xiao Yi's Praising Ju, they were immediately reduced to dust.
The sentence "dark and light yellow body is soft in nature, and the love is far away, but the fragrance remains", the little sweet-scented osmanthus is described in such a beautiful way! As I read the previous sentence, I felt that the light yellow osmanthus was close before my eyes, and the fragrance of the osmanthus penetrated from my nose into my mouth, making people immersed in it.
"There is no need for light green and deep red, it is the best among flowers!" Countless people read this sentence aloud, only to feel that they took a sip of strong wine, the wine was spicy, but the aftertaste was endless.
Enjoyable! It’s really enjoyable!
Such a shocking poem. Even for a person like Qi Han, he was secretly shocked when he read this word. What a literary talent and talent.
This phrase is rare to see in a hundred years!
Who can argue with this wording? I am an old scholar in Pingwen City, but I can't write such a masterpiece!
This piece of "Partridge Sky" made everyone excited, but it became a big mountain pressing on Anyu City and Pingwen City. They could not climb or surpass it, and they even had to watch the talented woman in front of them use the power of osmanthus. Zi crushed their pride.
If we win this game again, Weiyang City will have won two games, no! Absolutely not!
Qi Han and Lin Ting raised their heads in tacit understanding and looked at each other, knowing what the other person was thinking.
Lin Ting stood up, raised his hand and said: "Jushi Yi An's poem determines the world, I admire you, but Miss Lan Yu and Miss Xiao Yi have already competed three times, talking about scenery, thinking, and sorrow. If so. It would be unfair to decide the outcome based on one poem alone.”
"Yes, the words and sentences are all prepared now. It would be too unfair if one article determines the outcome." Qi Han agreed, but in his heart he was betting that this one article would be the pinnacle of literary talent.
If they were all quatrains like this, there would be no need for them to compete. Qi and Han do not believe in evil, how many such words can there be? He didn't believe that Li Qingzhao could say such words.
If Mu Zixiao knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply: Thank you, there are many more.
Talk about thinking and worry.
This is relevant. Muzixiao felt that Lin Ting, a teammate he didn't know, could bet so accurately on the question. When they talked about their thoughts and sorrows just now, they intentionally did not participate in it.
Because of these two questions, Li Qingzhao, a lay scholar in Yi'an, can be called the grandma of the graceful school, and his sorrowful words can reach the state of perfection.
But it happened that these two people didn't believe in evil, so they were forced to write a few more articles.
The frosty face of Jade Cat on the field melted into a bright smile, "Then I'll ask Master Yi An to write some thoughts and sorrows."
Let you also gain knowledge and learn more, so that you no longer have to struggle to the death.
Li Qingzhao stood up, picked up his pen, and wrote several articles in one breath. Suddenly, he was writing verses on the rice paper that shine in the history of ancient and modern literature.
Lines of poetry were transformed from rice paper into gold characters, floating across the entire Wutong Terrace.
