Everyone has been prepared for this. Roughly speaking, they are divided into three factions.
The group headed by Wang Shiyu stood at the front, aggressive and confident. After seeing Lihua's performance in the morning, they were convinced of Zhou Yuzhen's words.
Su Siru and other spectators were on the other side, watching the show at the back.
Finally, there is Lihua alone, standing opposite Wang Shiyu in the front.
Aunt Tian is in the center, and she will judge the finished poems.
Wang Shiyu still has some moral principles: "Wuli, I won't bully you. I will write a poem on any of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, within one stick of incense. If I can't finish it within half a stick of incense, I will count it down."
Lose."
Lihua frowned lightly: "Sister Wang, isn't it a bit unclear to compete like this?"
Everyone was confused, and Wang Shiyu was confused: "What do you want?"
A dark light flashed in Lihua's eyes, pretending to be in deep thought, and said slowly:
"If you only get one poem, if each one has his own merits, grandma won't comment on who wins or loses. If not, how about using the four seasons as the theme and comparing who has written more poems with half a stick of incense. This way you don't have to waste too much time."
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Increase the difficulty directly.
The show girls were stunned, is Wu Li crazy? Isn’t this making herself look bad and giving Wang Shiyu points?!
They all have their own merits, so I really think I am all-powerful.
Wang Shiyu's breathing stagnated, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She felt that this scene was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, and she couldn't help but hesitate.
Aunt Tian looked at Lihua with a somewhat strange look. She was the one who was being complained by Mr. Yan. She wanted to stop her, but after thinking about it, she gave up.
She heard about what happened in the morning. It’s not good to be too proud, even if you hit a snag.
Zhou Yuzhen was extremely excited, and Wu Li was on the road to death. No wonder she added insult to injury. When Wang Shiyu won and made conditions, she encouraged Wu Li to leave the palace.
Seeing that Wang Shiyu was a little hesitant, she leaned closer and whispered: "Sister Wang, promise her, she will be the worst while studying. Have you forgotten what happened in the morning?"
Wang Shiyu thought of the book of words from "The Chaste and Fierce Lady" and immediately strengthened her confidence: "Okay, it's just as you said."
Lihua smiled softly and thanked her good cousin for letting her get what she wanted, so she had to thank her properly.
So before starting, Lihua passed by Zhou Yuzhen with her thank you gift, suddenly leaned over and mouthed next to Zhou Yuzhen's ear.
Zhou Yuzhen was confused and wanted to ask what she was talking about, but Lihua had already left.
The round-faced pretty girl next to me asked: "What did she say to you?"
Zhou Yuzhen was also confused about the situation: "She didn't say anything."
The round-faced beauty didn't think much about it at first, but when she heard this, she immediately became suspicious: "She obviously said it, and I saw it." It looked very intimate!
Zhou Yuzhen quickly denied that she really didn't hear anything, but the round-faced pretty girl showed her disbelief, and when she tried to explain, it was already too late.
Half of the incense was lit, and green smoke slowly rose.
The competition officially begins!
There was a sudden silence in Xiudexuan, everyone looked at the two people in the front.
Wang Shiyu sat in front of the desk. In front of him was a set of four treasures of the study, and the inkstone had already been polished with ink.
She picked up the pen, concentrated on it, and began to conceive the first poem without any distractions.
Lihua sat next to her, turned her head and glanced, nodding secretly. She was very talented, hard-working, and very good. She admired it very much.
It's just a pity that I met her, the person who mastered the logic of the algorithm. It's a pity.
As long as you are not a poetry guru like Li Qingzhao, Lihua has nothing to fear.
She had seen Wang Shiyu's poems hanging in front of the small house, and there were indeed two points to praise. It was a pity that she was too young and had too little experience, so she seemed to be complaining without any disease, superficial, and full of rhetoric.
Lihua can write a lot of poems like this with her eyes closed.
What a modern king of scrolls is best at is understanding and applying things flexibly.
People of this era have never read as many poems as she did, but plagiarism is shameful, and Lihua is not prepared to copy ancient and modern poems.
She used the poems she had seen and used format algorithm logic to compose them according to the attributes of each word and various relationships such as antithesis. This is exactly the principle of modern automatic poetry writing tools.
For example, she can compose one of Chun's poems casually:
The smoke rubs leisurely and the fire combines,
There is a time limit for picking up the eye.
Spring is like peach blossoms harvesting medicinal herbs,
The green garden and thousands of wells are in full swing.
It's impressive when you look at it, and it's very artistic, but if you look into it deeply, it's like a castle in the air with no support, and you can't feel the poet's true feelings.
Therefore, when pear blossoms are compared with quantity, literature is not the best, martial arts is not second. Poetry, an abstract art, is difficult to define, and only fools compare artistry.
I want to ask if she can write excellent poems? Maybe she can, but there is no need to work hard!
At this moment, Lihua was not in a hurry. As the saying goes, sharpening a knife will make it easier to chop wood. She first drank a sip of water to moisten her throat, then rolled up her sleeves with one hand and grinded ink with the other.
Seeing others scornful and anxious, I already have ink, so why do I need so much ink? I can still write ten or eight poems, so why not show off my own ink to make it look good? It’s too ink!
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yuzhen felt that Lihua finally matched the stupid image in her impression, and was still that idiot.
Her eyes showed pride, and she gestured to her left and right: "Look, she's right. Even if Wu Li has practiced etiquette, he's still a fool while studying.
By the time Lihua had polished an inkstone, Wang Shiyu had already written the first poem.
Aunt Tian reminded: "Little Master Wu, you can only burn half an incense, so you'd better work harder."
Lihua smiled and thanked: "Thank you, mama, for reminding me, let's start now."
She picked up the pen and finally started writing. She wrote very quickly, and in a short while she finished a song and put it aside.
Everyone looked a little surprised, thinking that she had thought of it while studying the ink, and were waiting for her to stop and continue to think about it.
But I saw that she continued to write and soon finished the second song.
Everyone was surprised, Zhou Yuzhen frowned and couldn't believe it: "She, she didn't memorize it in advance, right?" Otherwise, how could she write two poems in a row?
As soon as she finished saying this, she saw that Lihua's speed had not changed at all, and she continued to write the third, fourth, and fifth songs...
The show girls were shocked, their eyes widened and widened, and finally they couldn't help but gathered around, and even Grandma Tian walked over.
The ideas about pear flowers seem to flow endlessly, from spring flowers to autumn moon, from summer sun to winter snow, spring thunder startles, autumn frost and cold dew, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all year round, the scenery is infinite.
The beautiful ladies were shocked to the point of being struck by thunder. For the first time, they truly felt what it means to have a spring of literary thoughts flowing out like flowing water.
Wang Shiyu, who was concentrating on composing poems, felt that his thoughts at this moment were extremely smooth, so he wrote two more poems in succession.
By the time she felt something was wrong, the beautiful ladies around her had gathered around Lihua's desk, almost all of them holding a piece of paper with the ink on it still wet.
Wang Shiyu stopped writing in confusion. Not knowing what happened, she got up and walked over to take a look.
When she saw the scene clearly, there was a "bang" in her mind, and everything went blank.