"This poem is called "Ode to Lime"." Seeing everyone unable to recover for a long time, Wen Jijie nodded with satisfaction and said.
Meng Lingxi murmured Su Yizhao's poems, and suddenly his heart could not calm down for a long time.
Taking a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would lose this competition on the poem he was most proud of.
"This work represents great justice and is of unyielding character. I would like to bow down to you, I admire you so much!"
Meng Lingxi saluted Su Yizhao, and his face was a little burning at the moment.
He felt that his posting to Su Yizhao was an extremely despicable act, and he felt ashamed of the calculation in his mind before.
"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods!" Wen Jijie also sighed sincerely.
Unexpectedly, he saw such a noble character in a young man today.
"Do you think, who will win in this competition?" Wen Jijie suddenly turned around and asked.
Several people were silent. If it was just a comparison of poems, there is no doubt that Su Yizhao won.
Meng Lingxi's poems are not bad, on the contrary, his poems can be said to be excellent works.
However, Su Yizhao's poem occupied the great meaning, and for a moment, it shocked people.
The meanings between the two are similar, but Su Yizhao's poems are really amazing.
"I didn't expect that these two are so evenly matched!" someone exclaimed.
They were very surprised that Su Yizhao had such talent and thought, he was worthy of being ranked first in Fengtian Academy.
"This? At present, I think Su Yizhao is slightly better." Some students retorted.
"But I think Meng Lingxi's poems are also rare and excellent. If I were to choose, it would be hard to tell the winner for a while!"
"But when it comes to momentum and meaning, Su Yizhao clearly wins. In fact, the meanings they want to express are different and cannot be compared!" Some people hold different opinions.
"Actually, Meng Lingxi's poems are also very good, but..." Someone beside him said hesitantly as he already had some concerns in his mind.
"Not necessarily! Think about it, where did Su Yizhao get the object in this courtyard?" One of the scholars pointed to the courtyard and said.
"The poems of the two of you are indeed amazing. Their young talent puts us to shame. But in this competition, I feel that Meng Lingxi is the winner by a narrow margin."
As soon as Lu Zhongbo said this, everyone was shocked.
"There's no way a poem like this can be defeated!" someone immediately questioned.
"The poem is a masterpiece, there is no doubt about it. But this question is off topic, don't you think? If it is the next exam, no matter how good your article is, but you are off topic, will you be passed?"
"But this is not an exam!"
"You are lying, the competition must be based on the rules! Look! I don't know who wrote this poem! In order to beat Meng Lingxi, she just copied other people's masterpieces, regardless of whether they were correct or not.
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For a while, everyone was quarreling, and there were actually not a few people supporting Su Yizhao.
Wen Jijie made a gesture to calm everyone down, and then asked: "I think there is no need to rush when it comes to winning or losing. After all, we are competing with each other, winning or losing is secondary, and mutual discussion and progress is the key."
"Young Master Su Qi! It's up to you to answer our questions!" Wang Yong glanced at Su Yizhao appreciatively and said in a very friendly manner.
The young masters of aristocratic families, even if they are concubines, have their backs against a big tree to enjoy the shade.
What's more, Su Yizhao is so talented that he will definitely pursue an official career in the future.
He would sell his favor today and give him a chance, and he didn't expect Su Yizhao to remember his kindness. He couldn't make enemies anyway, right?
But I saw Su Yizhao stood up unhurriedly, and then said: "I know that you have doubts about the object you selected as the title, but you still ignored one object in the courtyard."
Su Yizhao was seen walking out of the courtyard. When everyone saw this, they automatically made way for him to pass.
Su Yizhao walked to the stone steps outside the pavilion and stood there. Everyone didn't know why, so they followed him.
She walked down and stood on the stone path outside the pavilion.
"May I ask you, what is this?" Su Yizhao asked, pointing to his feet.
When she asked, everyone couldn't help but stare at her feet with blank expressions on their faces.
"There is nothing but stepping stones!" someone said.
"There are rocks under your feet!" Meng Lingxi suddenly said.
Su Yizhao nodded, "Yes! These stones were cut into regular shapes and laid out in the courtyard. But what is its origin? Do you know?"
Everyone was a little strange and didn't know Su Yizhao's intention.
Someone replied: "Origin? What origin can the stone have? Isn't it obtained from mining in the mountains?"
Meng Lingxi suddenly realized, "The thing under your feet should be limestone. This kind of stone is the stone that has been burned into lime."
Su Yizhao nodded again, "Exactly! Since the limestone is also in the courtyard, it's not a deviation."
After she finished speaking, she stood with her hands behind her hands, and then added: "The world only praises the beauty of the world, but does not see the ugliness in the dark places."
"Soldiers expanded their territory, guarded the borders, and built strong walls for the people and the court with their own flesh and blood. For example, General Li Yuanlong of the previous dynasty did not want to be captured, so he committed suicide on the spot and died for his country."
Su Yizhao's tone became impassioned at this moment, and everyone couldn't help but be shocked by it.
For a moment, there was silence in the courtyard, and everyone was silent.
"Literary politicians are thoughtful and far-sighted, working hard to save the people and the court, and they are on the throne. Another example is that in the 17th year of Emperor Wu's reign, Fu Liang, a scholar in the Wenyong Pavilion, tried to persuade the king to work hard to govern, be frugal and love the people, but he was raped.
Someone framed me. I would rather have blood spattered on the spot to prove my innocence."
"This is their quality! And what they really do is not personal integrity, but for the common people of the world and the common people."
At this moment, the slender figure stood in the courtyard reflected by the remaining snow and white plum blossoms, looking extraordinarily tall, as if she was the only one existing in the world.
Su Yizhao looked around, his eyes showing unprecedented determination and clarity.
"This is also the great meaning of poetry!"
This sentence was obviously very weak, but it resounded throughout the whole courtyard, so sonorous, powerful and impactful.
Everyone's hearts were boiling when they heard this, and they couldn't express the passion in their hearts.
"Okay! What a great cause!" Wen Jijie came to his senses first, his eyes full of admiration.
"In front of the world and the common people, talking about poetry attainments is really superficial. It is rare for Mr. Su Qi to have such understanding at such a young age."
Wen Jijie praised Su Yizhao very much at this moment. Such character is a blessing to the family.
It will be a blessing for the country to enter an official career in the future.
Lu Zhongbo glanced at Meng Lingxi, who was also excited, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Su Yizhao is so outstanding. These words occupy the great cause of the country, and his personal integrity is small, but the meaning is extraordinary.