As Wang Han's voice stopped, almost everyone was stunned.
This first line of the poem seems ordinary at first glance. It seems to be a simple and unpretentious sentence that anyone can say.
However, combined with the current scene, after thinking about it for a while, I feel that it has endless charm.
Standing on this viewing platform, looking around, there are countless mountain peaks standing in different shapes. Some can be seen from the front, and some can be seen from the side. Isn’t that “looking horizontally into the side of the mountain?” "Chengfeng"?
The most important thing is that this poem is not only charming to people with advanced skills, but also people who do not understand poetry can understand it, as if it is just a commonplace conversation.
So, someone in the handyman team whispered——
"Do I understand this poem?"
"Who doesn't understand? Isn't it that when you look at a mountain from the front, it's a ridge, and when you look at it from the side, it's a peak? I understand it too."
"This poem is so good that we can all understand it. No wonder even Hall Master Zhao praised it!"
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While everyone was discussing in low voices, Wang Han continued to read the second sentence——
“It’s different for near and far, high and low!”
Another commonplace statement, so commonplace that anyone could blurt it out.
Even Wei Xiaoxue, who never liked reading, whispered to Wei Xiaolong next to her:
"Brother, I can understand the poems written by Yueyue. Is it okay for her to write like this?"
She feels that writing poetry doesn’t have to be written in such a way that no one can understand it, then is it good? Now, these two sentences in vernacular can be understood even by myself, who doesn't like to read. Isn't that too simple?
Wei Xiaolong replied softly:
"I can understand it too. Even Hall Master Zhao praised him just now, so of course it's good."
In fact, he himself had no idea, but after all, he had a richer life experience than his sister, so he vaguely felt that these two lines of poetry were not that simple, but for a while he couldn't figure out what the meaning was.
In the midst of everyone's expectations, Wang Han paused for a long time and then read out the last two sentences at once——
"I don't know the true face of Lingshan, just because I am in this mountain."
When the last two sentences came out, almost everyone was shocked.
These two lines of poetry seem to have a slap-in-the-head effect, immediately giving people a feeling of enlightenment.
The reason why we can't see clearly the appearance of the entire Lingshan Mountain is just because we are in the Lingshan Mountain. From this, we can think of some words rich in the philosophy of life.
After the four lines of the poem were connected together, Zhao Jin immediately excitedly patted the stone railing beside him and said loudly: "What a poem!"
Wang Han, who read the entire poem, was silently immersed in the poetry. He couldn't recover for a long time. When he heard Zhao Jin's praise, he couldn't help but admired: "It is indeed a good poem. This poem will surely win the praise of Zhao Jin." Famous for eternity!"
Lasting forever, what a high praise!
However, no one present expressed any objection.
Even the dumbfounded Ma Wuzhi could only reluctantly look at the guqin he put on the desk with his own hands, but he had to be convinced that this poem was indeed shocking to the world and made ghosts and gods weep.
Every word and sentence in this poem is very ordinary, so ordinary that anyone can understand it, including the handymen I just satirized. They can understand the superficial meaning of these lines.
However, when all these words are connected together, the meaning is completely different. It contains rich philosophy of life, which is shocking and alarming to read.
Is this really a poem that a little handyman could write?
What kind of life experience do you have to have to write such a poem?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Xiao Yinyue who had just put down the brush. He saw that she was in high spirits at the moment, with a smile on her face, and seemed to be very satisfied with the poem she had written.
Zhao Jin said loudly: "This poem is definitely the best today. Do you have any opinions?"
Everyone shook their heads and said no.
Although there is no first place in writing, there will only be disputes when the level is equal. When this poem, which is far higher than the level of others, comes out, there is no dispute at all.
Why argue? If you really want to close your eyes and say that this poem is not good, then others will have to doubt your level of appreciation.
Wang Han looked at Ma Wuzhi with a somewhat pitiful expression and said, "Your Guqin was not unjustly defeated!"
Ma Wuzhi murmured: "I...I..."
He and I couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. His mood was very complicated, including regret and helplessness, as well as wonder and shock about this poem. As a person who loves literature, reading such a poem A good poem, what a blessing it is, not to mention that I am a witness and saw its birth with my own eyes.
Strictly speaking, it was born because of myself. If I had not ridiculed the handyman, such a ridiculous thing would not have happened.
I forcefully forced a handyman to write a poem that could be passed down through the ages. Moreover, as this poem spreads, my name will always be remembered by the world, because I was the product of this poem. Important background.
It is the dream of many literati to be passed down through the ages! However, is this kind of spread what I want?
As Xiao Yinyue's reputation lasts for eternity, he will be infamous for eternity.
The key is that I also lost a precious Guqin...
Because I couldn't play, I never used the guqin. I just kept it like a cultural relic. Now, it has become someone else's.
Zhao Jin was very happy because Xiao Yinyue saved the Seven Star Sect's face. Finally, the Seven Star Sect did not lose in every competition.
In the past ten years or so, Zhao Jin has received countless visits from other sects. Although he did not fail in every one of them, he could only win eight out of ten at most, which is very frustrating. Qu.
Although I only won one game today, the meaning of this one is completely different. Firstly, this is a poem that will definitely be passed down through the ages. Secondly, it is Xiao Yinyue’s identity and age. She is only a thirteen-year-old girl. of handymen.
A thirteen-year-old handyman, who was ridiculed and insulted by a sect's servant, stepped forward in a critical moment and wrote an eternal masterpiece. What a passionate thing it was, and he was honored to become an important person. participants.
Therefore, Zhao Jin declared loudly without any hesitation:
"Today's poem titled "Lingshan", the winner of the best poem is Xiao Yinyue, the chief servant disciple from the Seven Star Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into thunderous applause, cheers and cheers came and went——
"Well done, Senior Sister Xiao is so powerful!"
"Senior Sister Xiao, the strongest handyman!"
"Senior Sister Xiao, I will always support you!"
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Amidst the noisy cheers, someone suddenly said loudly——
"Senior Sister Xiao, the most talented woman in the Seven Star Sect!"
As soon as these words came out, many people immediately shouted together——
"The most talented woman, the most talented woman, the most talented woman..."
This scene was really exciting. At this time, many people on the viewing platform congratulated Xiao Yinyue and congratulated her for writing such a wonderful work.
Amidst the excitement, Xiao Yinyue walked to the desk and took the prizes handed to him by Zhao Jin and Wang Han respectively.
Zhao Jin gave her a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, and Wang Han gave her a guqin.
After receiving the prize, Xiao Yinyue said thank you, then looked at Ma Wuzhi and said softly:
"Mr. Ma, thank you for the guqin. I like it very much. However, it seems that you still have a promise that you have not fulfilled?"
Just now, everyone was immersed in Xiao Yinyue's poems, and they forgot about this. Even Ma Wuzhi himself didn't think of it. He was still immersed in a complicated state. At this moment, after hearing Xiao Yinyue's words, he He was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses after a while.
He had said before that if Xiao Yinyue could write better poems than the ones above, he would apologize to the handyman.
Now, Xiao Yinyue not only won, but also won very beautifully and was unanimously recognized by everyone.
Then, it's time for him to fulfill his promise and apologize to all the handymen present.
Scholars value a promise worth a thousand dollars. Ma Wuzhi opened his mouth, but he couldn't give a single reason for rejection.
It's not easy for others to speak for him at this time, after all, he did lose.
After taking two deep breaths, Ma Wuzhi still faced all the handymen in the square, bowed slightly, and then said:
"In comparison, I shouldn't look down on the handymen, and I apologize to you."
Someone below immediately responded loudly——
"I accept your apology!"
"It's good to know your mistakes and correct them."
For a moment, all the handymen felt inexplicably sad. In fact, it was not just Ma Wuzhi who looked down on them. Usually, there were many people who shouted at them.
This was the first time someone had apologized for saying something disparaging to them, and Xiao Yinyue had won all of this back by standing up for them.
After this incident, Xiao Yinyue's status in the eyes of the handyman became higher.
As expected of the chief disciple chosen by everyone, he really can think of everyone.
At this time, Xiao Yinyue also said:
"In my opinion, all people are born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. We are just in different positions and do different things. Buddhism also says that all living beings are equal!"
The handymen also agreed one after another——
"Yes, all living beings are equal!"
"What a saying. All living beings are equal."
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After the matter was over and the words were finished, Xiao Yinyue took her things and walked towards where Wei Xiaolong's brother and sister were.
Wei Xiaoxue greeted Xiao Yinyue and said excitedly: "Yueyue, Yueyue, you are really amazing. You defeated everyone with just one poem and won such a rich prize."
Xiao Yinyue immediately said softly: "Hush, low-key, low-key, it's not that I am strong, it's just that my opponent is too weak."
Wei Xiaoxue immediately said in surprise: "Ah, is this what you call low-key?"
Xiao Yinyue handed some things to the two of them to help hold them, and then replied:
"You can be high-profile when doing things, but you must be low-key as a person."
Wei Xiaoxue pouted and said, "You still want to keep a low profile? You have gone from being the most beautiful handyman to the most talented woman. You can't keep a low profile even if you want to."
At this moment, Zhao Jin, who was about to lead the guests elsewhere, turned around and said to Xiao Yinyue:
"Xiao Yinyue, I would like to invite you to our Foreign Affairs Hall. What do you think?"
The tone of his words was very polite, not like a hall master talking to a handyman at all.
