She really didn't dare to expect or compliment the intelligence of the audience who didn't know the situation.
The host man was so amazed by Liu Xuan's poem that he praised it three times, and then began to chant, "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk."
Twilight becomes snow."
After just reading these four sentences, the praises started to surge and rushed towards Liu Xuan.
Not all those who come to the poetry club can write wonderful poems, but they still have this appreciation.
What's more, the poetry of Shixian has been throughout the entire history of China, and there are only a few people who can surpass it, let alone these frogs in the well.
The quality of poetry is closely related to the dynasty. Except for the Poet Immortal, even in the entire prosperous Tang Dynasty, most people's poetry is more closely related to the dynasty background. If the Song Dynasty was not so humble and sued for peace, there might not be Xin Qiji.
, if the government was not so turbulent and did not experience so many storms, maybe Su Shi's open-mindedness would not be so stunning.
Mi Country has been at peace for a long time, and everyone in the world respects Mi Country. This greatly limits the display of literary talents. There are only a few people who can form their own line and create new styles.
Seeing everyone's excitement, the host's voice gradually became louder and duller, like Xia Lei rolling, "... Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, when you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."
The applause of the scholars became more intense, and the hot atmosphere filled the air, which made the coldness dissipate a lot.
A smile gradually appeared on Liu Xuan's face. After what happened today, Princess Yuling will probably like him even more, so that he can marry the woman he loves as soon as possible, and then become the consort envied by everyone.
The man presiding over the ceremony was still reciting the poem, "...I will call you to bring out fine wine, and together with you I will sell off all the sorrow of the ages."
At the end of this sentence, it felt like the final word, and Liu Xuan was almost annihilated by the admiration of the onlookers.
What kind of genius can write ten poems within the specified time, what kind of literary star comes down to earth.
Yun Dieyi looked coldly at Liu Xuan, who was smiling. Damn it, he could be so content with plagiarism, and he wasn't afraid of shortening his life.
When the time came, everyone had to hand in their poems. When the host saw Yun Dieyi's poem, he suddenly said with a trace of ridicule,
"Girl, if you can write this calligraphy so well, why not make a living by selling calligraphy? Why bother plagiarizing Mr. Liu Xuan's poems?" There is a kind of arrogance unique to scholars in his words. He obviously disdains plagiarism, but he seems to disdain the wrong person.