"Is it possible that he hasn't thought about it yet?"
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After seeing the poem written by Li Yi in a short period of time, Baiguan's heart was almost in despair, and suddenly he saw Zhao Xiuwen looking at the poem but not finishing it, and he immediately became confused.
This is really not a difficult topic to write about. If the other party can't even think of a poem after Li Xianzi finished writing it, then the officials will not only doubt whether the so-called "the most talented poet in a thousand years" is not
It's just a name for nothing.
But if this is the case, how could Shigui Wang Zhong say the words "feeling ashamed"?
"Is there something wrong with Li Xianzi's poem?" Someone noticed that Zhao Xiuwen's eyes were always on Li Yi's poem and asked in confusion.
"How can this be so?" Wei Siye stood in the crowd, his face full of disbelief. He and Zhao Xiuwen looked at the poem and kept murmuring: "How could this be so? How could this be so?"
A bachelor from the Hongwen Hall came out, stroking his beard with a slightly excited expression, "It's an eye-opener, it's really an eye-opener!"
All the officials were greatly surprised when they heard this. This poem cannot be said to be ordinary, but it does not have many outstanding features. But looking at the looks of Wei Siye and Chu University Scholar, there seems to be some mystery in it?
So Baiguan looked at the poem again, looking left and right, horizontally and vertically - still he couldn't see the reason.
Everyone's expressions changed. Could it be that Wei Siye, Chu University Scholars, and Li Xianzi's poetry and literary accomplishments have reached a level that is beyond their reach and beyond their reach, and they can't even understand it?
At this time, Zhao Xiuwen finally withdrew his gaze, put down his pen, walked back to the third prince of Qi, and said calmly: "I lost the first game."
When a eunuch heard this, he immediately put out a long stick of burning incense.
Naturally, this competition cannot be unlimited in time. Otherwise, if it takes ten days and a half to think of a poem, can His Majesty and many courtiers still wait forever?
From setting the title to finishing the three poems, the two of them had a total of one stick of incense time. Li Xianzi didn't think about it at all and started writing without wasting much time. On the other hand, Zhao Xiuwen had already burned the incense stick for a short time.
A short paragraph.
"What?"
"Why, you obviously haven't written it yet!"
Hearing Zhao Xiuwen's words, the expressions of several envoys from Qi State changed greatly. After the young man from Jing State wrote that poem, they thought they had a chance to win, but how could they have expected that such a thing would happen?
Zhao Xiuwen actually took the initiative to admit defeat?
In an instant, several envoys looked at him and became wary. Could this person named Zhao be bribed by Jing Guo, or could he be Jing Guo's undercover agent?
In this game, the envoys of Qi State lost inexplicably, and the officials of Jing State were also a little confused when they won.
Is this a win?
Why?
Not to mention the "thousand-year-old poet with the highest talent", even they, within this period of time, came up with a poem that could beat Li Xianzi's. Although it took a little longer, as long as they win one more time
The scene is harmless, but why did this Qi man give up? Could it be that his poetry was really blown out?
"Don't waste too much time in the first game. You did a good job." The third prince of Qi finally withdrew his gaze and patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder.
Zhao Xiuwen nodded, and when he looked again at the figure chatting and laughing with the little girl over there, his expression finally began to become serious.
"In the first game, Li County wins."
Qi State took the initiative to admit defeat, and even no judgment was needed in this game. The eunuch immediately announced the result loudly.
Until they heard the news that their side had won, none of the officials understood where they had won.
"Wei Siye, what on earth is going on?"
"Yes, Bachelor of Chu, what is so wonderful about this poem?"
"You should talk about it."
Although they won, Baiguan felt even more tormented. Wei Siye and Chu University Scholar immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.
The great scholar of Chu stroked his beard again and said with a smile: "My lords, take another look at Li Xianzi's poem."
Everyone was confused and looked over again.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boat fishing in Yuanpu is fishing under the bright moon.
The pine path across the bridge from the temple gate is small, and the alley is a spring with clear rocks and clear waves.
The distant green trees and the river are at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.
Looking at the clouds on all sides and meeting the water, you can see thousands of green peaks counting their weight."
But no matter how they look at it, the title "Inscribed on Hanshan Temple" seems to be... nothing special at all.
This poem can only barely describe the scene at dusk in a few sentences. If you study it carefully, it may even be off-topic.
"Mr. Chu, please stop showing off," an official urged.
The great scholar of Chu shook his head and said, "My lords, you might as well try reading this poem backwards."
"Read it backwards?" Baiguan was puzzled. Is there anyone who reads poems backwards?
But some officials subconsciously read it out: "Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, the water touches the clouds and looks around..., hiss, this, this..."
After reading just one sentence, he closed his mouth, and his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.
"How is that possible?"
"This is actually possible?"
"This, this poem read backwards, actually, it is also a poem!"
After being reminded by the great scholar of Chu, Baiguan finally discovered the mystery.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boat fishing in Yuanpu is fishing under the bright moon.
The pine path across the bridge to the temple gate is small, and the alley is a spring with clear rocks and clear waves.
The distant green trees and the river are at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.
Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, you can see thousands of green peaks counting their weight.
Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, and the water touches the clouds and looks far away.
On a clear day, the sunset glows with red mist, and at dawn, the river and trees are green.
Qingbo Shiyanquan is in the alley, and the path is across the bridge from Songmen Temple.
The moon is bright, fishing boats are fishing in the distance, the mountains are covered with snow, and the waves are darkly following the tide."
No matter whether you read this poem forward or backward, it is an excellent poem. When the two are superimposed, the meaning will naturally be different.
Not only can it be read straight, but it can also be read backwards, and the backward reading is also neat and appropriate. This shows that Li Xianzi's skills in controlling words. He has probably reached the pinnacle in choosing words and making sentences, right?
If the forward reading is from the moonlit night scene to the dawn of the river and sky, then the backward reading is from the dawn to the singing of fishing boats at night. People can even imagine these two scenes in Hanshan Temple outside the city.
Poetry, can it be written like this?
They finally understood what the eye-opening scholar Chu said just now meant. They had lived for decades, and this was not the first time they had seen such a magical poem.
No wonder that Zhao Xiuwen simply gave up and gave up after taking one look. Not to mention one stick of incense, giving him ten or a hundred sticks of incense might not be enough...
At this moment, the way Baiguan looked at Li Yi immediately changed.
To be able to write such an unprecedented poem, even if he had prepared for it, how bad would his poetic talent be?
Perhaps, in today's competition, they really have hope of winning.
