This poem is a poem that every enlightened child will recite in modern times.
This poem is also a popular poem with profound artistic conception.
Therefore, when Xia Qianqian said it easily, the noisy room suddenly became silent.
Yu Yinghua looked slightly startled, and then thought again: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown."
Her eyebrows widened and she couldn't help but praise: "Good poetry, really good poetry."
The other students were also shocked.
In fact, Zhuxian Academy is equivalent to a modern primary school.
Everything they learn is the most basic.
Some transfer students, because of their age, did not attend the introductory flower-character class and started directly from the later classes.
For example, Xia Qianqian, who is in her ninth year, skipped three years and went directly to the Guizi class.
Therefore, compared to the others, her foundation is the worst.
She grew up in a farm family and had no enlightenment. She was once rumored to be a foolish girl. Therefore, everyone expected that she would not be able to recite any good poems.
No, I'm afraid she still doesn't know what simplification and rhyme are, and what makes a good poem.
Unexpectedly, she was dumbfounded, as if she didn't understand at all, but she spoke clearly.
Huang Meimei didn't believe that the woman in front of her could have such good luck every time. "I heard that this poem is..."
She tilted her head and thought for a while, "I seem to have read it in a poetry collection. Xia Qianqian, did you write this poem yourself?"
This poem is indeed not written by her.
Xia Qianqian was silent and did not answer.
Seeing this, Huang Meimei became even more proud and rolled her eyes, "A blind cat encounters a dead mouse. You happened to memorize a poem, so you think you can compose it?"
Xia Qianqian was curious, could this poem exist in this time and space?
Her mind was spinning rapidly, and she searched again for poems about "moon".
After thinking for a moment, she looked up at the treetops outside the window and couldn't help but recite:
"There is a bright moon on the sea, and we are at this moment even when we are at the end of the world.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, the pity is filled with light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep."
Compared with the previous one, this poem has a quieter and more beautiful artistic conception, ingenious conception, blending of scenes, exquisiteness and subtlety, and is deeply touching.
Everyone was deeply shocked.
Even if she did not write this poem, it is very rare to be able to recite it word for word.
"Where is this poem?" Xia Qianqian said with an innocent face: "Have you seen this poem in the poetry collection?"
Huang Meimei: "..." There is no collection of poems in her house, it's just what she talked about casually.
Yu Yinghua in front of the podium looked at Xia Qianqian and couldn't help but be happy.
In a panic, she picked up the writing brush on the table with one hand and said excitedly: "Come on, come on, Mr. Xia, you read it again and I will write it down."
What a good poem, what a poem.
This girl is really talented.
Xia Qianqian read it again.
Yu Yinghua wrote it down carefully.
"Then can you still write poems about the 'moon'?"
Xia Qianqian thought about it and decided not to do anything at all, then chanted again:
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upstream.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay."
"Okay, great." Yu Yinghua clapped her hands for a moment, wrote it down in a hurry, and looked at her eagerly.
Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly, "Sir, to be honest, these poems are not written by me, but written in a poetry album I have read."
"You also have a poetry album at home?" someone said in surprise.
"Yes!" Xia Qianqian glanced at Huang Meimei and said calmly: "The seller was hawking on the street, and I accidentally saw it and bought it."
"But..." she said with great regret: "One day I went to the river to cut grass and accidentally fell into the river. It is really a pity."
Ruined?
Yu Yinghua said regretfully: "Then you..."
"I have nothing to do in my free time, but I have remembered a lot." Xia Qianqian looked at Huang Meimei again, "So just now Huang Meimei said that she also has a volume at home, so I thought we bought the same set of poetry volumes."<
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"This..." Huang Meimei's words were vague, and she hesitated for a while, not knowing how to respond.
Wang Yueyue saw something fishy in it and couldn't help but raise her voice: "Huang Meimei, who wrote your poetry collection? How could you include so many poems?"
Huang Meimei: "I...can't remember clearly." She said impatiently.
"Oops! I can't remember!"
Wang Yueyue imitated Huang Meimei and teased: "The author's name is only two or three characters, and you can't even remember it. Then how can you remember such a long poem?"
Huang Meimei was scolded and said angrily: "I want you to take care of it."
"I'm just curious."
Wang Yueyue was not annoyed, and said calmly: "Since you have such a good collection of ancient poems at home, and you still remember the poem Xia Xuezi recited, you must have recited it at home on weekdays, why don't you just pick one out?
Come out and say one more thought."
"Yes, Huang Meimei, recite a poem. You are not asked to do it yourself, so why is it so difficult?" Someone echoed.
Huang Meimei was so angry that she itched her teeth, "I...I haven't read it for a long time, so I can't remember it clearly."
"Or, you can bring it to the academy tomorrow and let us observe and learn." Someone else suggested.
In Huang Meimei's mansion, where would there be any collection of poems?
Being pressed step by step by everyone, she was so embarrassed that her face turned red and blue for a while, and she didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Everyone has been with Huang Meimei for a long time, and naturally they understand her virtues. They all hold back laughter in their hearts, and the eyes they look at her are full of teasing.
Yu Yinghua had an epiphany and felt even less good about Huang Meimei.
"There is a book of poems, but not a single poem can be remembered. What's the difference between having and not having one?"
The pun made Huang Meimei's face turn red with embarrassment.
At the end of the morning class, another legend began to spread in Zhuxian Academy.
In addition to becoming a sage of painting, a sage of medicine, and a master of geography, Xia Qianqian also has the title of a great poet.
Some people say that she memorized all her poems.
When the news reached Huazi Class, a group of students gathered around Yuanbao and asked: "Xia Xiazi, I heard that your family has a book of poems that is rare in the world?"
Yuan Bao looked confused, "I have many books at home, but what is missing is a book of peerless poems."
"Sister, do you often read from a book of poems?"
Yuan Bao, who was confused, blinked his eyes as big as black grapes, "My sister, I have seen her cooking and doing experiments, but I have never seen her reciting poetry."
What Yuan Bao said is true.
As a result, a group of people began to speculate.
Perhaps, Xia Qianqian lowered her status and said she memorized it just to save the face of other students.
Isn’t it normal for a person who is a good painter, good at geography, and a medical sage with superior knowledge to write superior poems?
Xia Qianqian is simply a talented player, an existence that is unprecedented in Zhuxian Academy.
