He wrote his first autumn poem very quickly, writing it in a matter of seconds. Apparently he had already drafted it.
Zhao Hao was still biting his pen and thinking, as if he was a bad student taking an exam.
Seeing this, Lu Huairen sneered again, and then thought about his frontier war poem.
Poems based on the themes of spring, summer, autumn and winter are relatively easy and are the most commonly written by all literati.
But frontier poems are different. Without that experience, it is difficult to write them.
Even having that experience, it’s difficult to write about it.
Scenery, picture, artistic conception, and emotion all have to be considered. It is not easy to write at a high level.
If you haven’t seen the scenery and pictures before, it’s easy to make mistakes.
If the front is wrong, the back will be false.
On the contrary, if the artistic conception and emotion are not sublimated, the level will be greatly reduced.
Seeing that Zhao Hao had not yet started writing, everyone present started talking again.
"Why is this Zhao Manzi so late in writing? Is it possible that he didn't even prepare an autumn poem?"
"No way. When I attended the Golden Autumn Literary Society, I couldn't write it myself, and I didn't find anyone to write it for me? Then why does this guy dare to come here?"
"It's fun now, why can't I even write a sentence?"
"Hahaha, if he doesn't find someone to write it for him, he has to do it by himself. It's normal that he can't write it!"
"I really don't know what this kid is thinking. He dares to come to this game when it's clear that he will lose. How can he fight with Brother Huairen!"
"Isn't this guy always so overestimating his abilities? Why is it so strange!"
"That's right. Wait and see how he steps down!"
"There is no suspense at all. Just wait and see this guy kneel down and kowtow!"
"Hahaha, I'm really looking forward to it!"
"..."
Zhao Hao turned a deaf ear to these sarcastic and sarcastic voices, and he chuckled in his heart.
If you want to see my jokes, you will definitely be disappointed!
He dipped the brush in ink and began to write, writing both pieces in one breath.
Putting down his writing brush, Zhao Hao stood up and said to Prince Kang, Shang Henshui and the others: "Your Majesty, these three adults, this junior has finished writing."
King Kang said impatiently: "Okay, bring the work over quickly, I want to see it first!"
Lu Huairen was afraid of falling behind, so he quickly stood up and said: "Your Majesty, three adults, I have finished writing."
King Kang's eyes lit up, and he ordered the waiter behind him: "Okay, bring up Huairen's works first."
Compared with Zhao Hao's, he still looks forward to Lu Huairen's works more.
Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately went over to pick up Lu Huairen's work and quickly presented it to him.
He reached out and took it, and then started chanting slowly.
"The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaking and the dew turns to frost, the moon shines on the lake surface with silver light, and the formation of wild geese flying south calls for Li Shang."
"Well, it's not bad. It's a rare masterpiece."
With that said, he handed the paper to Shang Henshui beside him: "Mr. Shang, come and take a look."
Shang Henshui nodded slightly.
"Yes, the scene is delicately depicted, the line of sight is transferred well, vivid and layered, and the atmosphere and emotion are also good. As the prince said, it is a masterpiece."
After hearing what Mr. Shang said, everyone nodded, and a smile appeared on Lu Huairen's face.
He turned to look at Zhao Hao next to him, with undisguised pride in his eyes.
King Kang signaled, and the waiter was about to present Zhao Hao's work.
King Kang did not pick it up with his own hands as before, but waved his hand and said: "You can recite it, and I will not read it myself."
After hearing his words, everyone present couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Hao also had a smile on his lips, as if he didn't know what everyone was laughing at.
King Kang pressed down his hands, and the place became quiet.
The waiter began to chant.
"Autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present was shocked. King Kang, Shang Henshui, and the other two Lord Si Ye, their eyes lit up.
They have seen and heard too many sad and lonely sentences in the autumn.
However, when the word "since ancient times" is added in front of it, it seems to suddenly become different.
It directly aroused people's curiosity.
People can't help but wonder, how will it be carried out in the future?
The waiter recited the second sentence: "I say autumn is better than spring."
Snapped!
As soon as this sentence came out, King Kang's whole body was shaken, and he immediately slapped the table with excitement.
"Good sentence!"
When this second sentence comes out, people instantly understand the meaning of the first sentence.
This first sentence is saying that when all poets write about autumn, they are only writing about the sadness and loneliness of autumn.
In the second sentence, a sharp contrast was immediately made: I think autumn is better than spring.
In my eyes, autumn is better than spring!
This is like a question. The answer is given in the first two sentences, but the reason is not explained.
Why are autumn poems better than those of spring? What is the reason?
The waiter continued to chant: "A crane lining up on the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky."
Snapped!
As soon as the last two sentences came out, Shang Henshui's old eyes sparkled, and he immediately stood up like Prince Kang.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
No one thought that Shang Henshui, who was over seventy years old, would be so excited after hearing the last two sentences.
It’s incredible!
King Kang said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Shang, why don't you explain it to us, what's so wonderful about these last two sentences?"
He had some literary attainments, but not many.
I mentioned earlier that autumn is better than spring, so why do I start describing scenes again later?
Everyone present looked at Shang Henshui eagerly.
Shang Henshui took a deep breath, his burning eyes falling on Zhao Hao, his eyes full of shock and surprise.
Seeing that he was still reluctant to speak, King Kang said impatiently: "Mr. Shang, don't worry, please explain this poem to us quickly."
Shang Henshui took a deep breath and looked away from Zhao Hao.
Then he said: "Actually, it's not that difficult. The first two sentences of this poem have been sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring. Everyone should be able to understand it. The writing is very straightforward."
King Kang said anxiously: "Shang Lao, please say the last two sentences, the last two sentences."
Shang Henshui nodded: "The last two sentences, a crane flying above the clouds in the clear sky, lead to poetry reaching the blue sky. My lord, the ordinary poems we have seen, even if they are written about the time when the northern wild geese return to the south, are usually sent to where? Things?"
King Kang blurted out: "Love, whether for family, friendship, or love between men and women, sent to a distant place by wild geese."
Shang Henshui said: "Yes, we ordinary people all send our love, but Zhao Hao's poem is his own poem. Where to send it? Not to a certain person, but to the sky."
"Can it be done in spring? It can't be done! That's why he said in the first two sentences that in his heart, autumn is better than spring!"
"Isn't it wonderful that it's so ingenious?"
Shang Henshui's analysis made everyone present suddenly realize.
King Kang nodded excitedly and laughed loudly.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
