Xu Qing composed three poems this time, and all three are excellent works, even enough to be passed down to generations!
After listening to these three poems, Zhao Daru's old frowning face showed a smile.
OK!
Feel proud! Feel proud!
Kuang Zhou on the side was in a daze. This poem was an improvisation, with a time limit, and the focus was on speed. This would inevitably make the selection of words and dictionary appear hasty due to time constraints, and there was no time for too much polishing. However,
The three poems just now are extremely perfect in terms of artistic conception and rhythm, and there is no sense of haste at all.
Kuang Zhou was originally full of confidence in his poetry. Now after listening to Xu Qing's three poems, he looked at this poem he wrote...
What the hell is this that you wrote yourself!
Among his three poems, any one of them far surpasses me in terms of artistic conception and rhythm!
Before Jiang Xiang ordered people to copy and comment on Kuang Zhou's poems, Kuang Zhou said: "I give up..."
As soon as these words came out, the officials of Chu State and the envoys of Zhao State and Zhou State all looked at Kuang Zhou. This was the first time that Zhao State could voluntarily admit defeat!
Even the high-ranking Emperor Chu couldn't help but look at Kuang Zhou. Zhao Guo had admitted defeat!
As expected, my brother Xu Qing and I did not misjudge him!
After more than sixty years, today I am finally proud and proud!
If Emperor Chu had not maintained his majesty as an emperor at this time, he would have been tempted to laugh.
Xu Qing is better than Kuang Zhou in poetry, which means that Chu is better than Zhao in poetry!
How could Emperor Chu not be happy about this?
Even Xiao Ruxue on the side happily shook Su Qian's jade arm: "Sister Su! Xu Qing won, Xu Qing won! Xu Qing is so awesome!"
Su Qian had a smile on her face: "Yes, my husband won!"
Not only did he win, he also won a big victory!
Long Bing'er, who was standing aside, stared at Xu Qing without looking away for a moment, murmuring: "I didn't expect that he has such ability in poetry."
Princess Mingyue didn't say much, she just lowered her head and carefully copied down the three poems written by Xu Qing, then folded them and put them in the brocade bag.
The deputy envoy of Zhou State on the side couldn't help but clenched his fist and said a poem, "How could Zhao State lose!"
Even Zhao Guozheng, who had a cheerful expression in the audience, had a frozen expression on his face.
Naturally, he knew the people he brought with him. Kuang Zhou was a man whose talents were unrivaled in the poetry circle of Zhao State. This was also because he had never failed in poetry, which made him extremely proud.
How could this Anding County uncle make him admit defeat?
What a terrifying talent!
Jiang Xiang came back to his senses from the shock, and looked at the three poem manuscripts that had been moved to the side on an empty table for people to copy and comment on. While the people around him had not yet come to their senses, he quickly passed by with quick eyes and hands.
Two of them were quickly stuffed into the sleeves.
The movements are very skillful.
This is the original manuscript of the lyrics!
It is even better than Zhao Guo’s original poems and is of infinite value!
If you don’t take one now, chances are it will be hard to find in the future!
After what happened last night, Jiang Xiang looked at Xu Qing and Kuang Zhou and said: "Since the poem is one of a kind, Zhao Guo has taken the initiative to admit defeat, so he will start to review the poem."
Soon, a waiter took the lyrics from Xu Qing's desk, placed them on a table nearby, and began to copy them, and then made them available for everyone present to comment on.
First song
Yu Jia Ao, Qiu Si
The scenery is so strange when autumn comes under the barrier. The geese from Hengyang are leaving without paying attention. Sounds are rising from all sides, thousands of miles away, the sun is setting in long smoke and the city is closed alone.
A cup of turbid wine can bring a family thousands of miles away, but the swallows have no plan to return. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people cannot sleep, and the generals have white hair and their husbands are weeping.
The official on the side had just finished reading it, and while the civilian officials were still criticizing it carefully, the general was in a state of shock.
Although there were only a few military generals in terms of literary and moral standards, only a few Confucian generals and a few high-ranking military generals, as soon as this poem came out, it immediately resonated with the generals present.
In particular, a cup of turbid wine can be used by families thousands of miles away. Materials are scarce in faraway frontiers, and the Chu army is strictly prohibited from drinking medical spirits. They can only drink some turbid wine to miss their distant hometown.
Yan Ran has no plan to return!
Where is Yan Ran?
Northern grassland!
Dou Xian of the Eastern Han Dynasty pursued the Northern Xiongnu for more than three thousand miles and returned to Yanran Mountain by carving stones to record his merits.
If Yan Ran is not successful, then he has not made any achievements!
Now that the Central Plains is divided into three countries and civil wars continue, how can we still have the energy to expand our territory?
The most important thing is that in the heart of Anding County Bo, attacking the Xiongnu in the north is considered as a great achievement, rather than conquering Zhao and Zhou. It can be said that as soon as this poem came out, Anding County Bo's height surpassed everyone present.
What's the point of internal fighting?
If you have the ability to open up territory for me, China, and for my descendants of Yan and Huang!
This is a true hero!
Look at this person's vision!
The last line is "When a man is sleepless, the general's hair will turn gray and his husband will cry!"
I am afraid that this sentence is a feeling that only generals who have guarded the border can understand. Which general has not secretly wiped his tears because he was homesick at night when he couldn't sleep?
Even General Liu did this back then!
As soon as the words were finished, all the generals present could not help but burst into tears.
Old General Liu secretly wiped away his tears even though he was old, and couldn't help but curse: "It's from his grandma! It's so damn well written!"
A military general on the side said: "Old General, your eyes..."
Old General Liu punched him on the back: "I'm so damn blinded by the sand!"
The general beside him immediately grimaced in pain, but did not dare to say another word and wiped his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s touching or painful.
But he definitely doesn't dare to move now.
In the past, poetry was the personal show of those literati and poets. In the past sixty years, no one in the Chu Dynasty had written lyrics or poems for their generals.
But today, Xu Qing completely stood in the position of a military commander and wrote a poem to express the thoughts and thoughts of the border soldiers and their longing for their hometown.
How could such a general be unmoved?!
Uncle Anding County, after all, he is still on the side of their generals!
Old General Liu looked at Xu Qing in the main hall, and then said: "Grandma, if anyone says that this poem is not well written, I will twist off his Tianling Cap! Let me tell you! I will protect this kid from now on!
Did you all hear it?"
The military generals on the side were gearing up: "Don't worry, old general, whoever dares to bully my junior brother in the future should ask our fists first!"
Xu Qing also didn't expect that a poem would be written into the heart of the general of Dachu unintentionally.
Even Long Binger secretly wiped away tears. As the daughter of a military commander, although the three poems were excellent, they were only good in her heart.
It didn't touch her too much.
But this poem was truly written into her heart.
For a moment, Long Bing'er looked at Xu Qing with complicated eyes. This person was really special.