"Hateful and mad, the long sword is directed at it. How many loyal souls of brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land? How can I die to serve my family and country? I can't help but sigh and be speechless with blood and tears in my eyes..."
The poem "Serving the Country with Loyalty" came out. The words were plain and not soul-stirring, but the words were correct and the tone was clear, and the heroic spirit in the words was conveyed in a leisurely manner.
No one knows this word brand, let alone how complicated the words are, but the artistic conception expressed in the words gives people indescribable power, as if there is a fire burning in the heart, making people uncontrollably excited.
but……
The feelings expressed in the poem don’t seem to have much to do with the word “country”, right?
"good!"
A lonely voice came from the pavilion. Only the girl from Jiangnan spared no effort to clap her hands, extremely excited.
"What's so good?!"
Ouyang Changhao said angrily: "Master Ke clearly said that the title is 'country', and Xia and Shang's poems are full of 'serving the country'. How can the two be confused? Master Ke, do you think what I said is reasonable?"
?”
Ke Xiaofeng looked at Xia Shang: "What's Mr. Xia's explanation?"
Xia Shang smiled: "Xia wants to ask you first, can you point to the word 'country'? 'Pointing to the country' can only be done by the current sage. I can't wait for a scholar, so why should I talk about the picturesque country?"
What do you mean by overlooking the mountains? As the people of Dahua, we can only protect the country, not the country. Serving the country with loyalty is the country in my heart!"
The others were silent, looking at Xia Shang with slightly strange, even scary eyes.
This eloquent tongue can really turn the sun and the moon upside down and confuse black and white. It seems that no one can even utter the word "no" after hearing these words.
Although no one praised it, everyone's expressions said it all.
At first, Ke Xiaofeng only compared Xia and Shang because of the order of the princess.
Now that I have seen Xia and Shang performances one after another, I know that this talent is one of the best in Yangzhou!
Although Ke Xiaofeng was born a girl, she has always been a leader in the capital. She was already the most talented woman in the capital at the age of sixteen. She was called everyone at the age of twenty-two. She was extremely graceful and enjoyed a lot of praise. She was an extremely arrogant woman. Literature
No one has ever lost in a fight.
When I saw the talents of Xia and Shang, I really moved my whole heart.
"Young Master Xia is indeed very talented. Today, I, Ke Xiaofeng, will ask for advice. Please ask some questions from everyone present."
Ke Xiaofeng stood up and stood in front of Xia Shang, looking at Xia Shang with burning eyes and no longer talking nonsense.
The two people's eyes met, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, like the calm before the storm.
Seeing that the two of them were at war with each other, the head of Ouyang's family made up a topic without thinking: "Let's fight for poetry! Let's take 'Plum' as the topic, and both sides will take turns writing poems until one of them has nothing to do. Let's see who wins."
Do it well, do it quickly."
The rules of this question are simple and clear, and it is normal for the question to be "plum".
But it would be a bit difficult to take turns composing poems until one of them is unable to compose them.
No matter how talented you are, it's rare to be able to write three or five poems on one topic in a row, but you don't know how the two people in front of you will perform?
Ke Xiaofeng is known as the Immortal of Poetry in the capital, and her story is spread even in Yangzhou, where she is known as the invincible poet in the world.
If we compare it to poetry alone, it would seem to favor Ke Xiaofeng.
Ke Xiaofeng herself felt that the comparison alone would be too beneficial to her. She smiled and said, "Let's change the question. Comparing it to Shi Xia, Mr. Xia will suffer a loss."
"What to change? Writing poetry is easy, just compare it to writing poetry."
Ouyang Changhao sneered when he heard this: "You are so ignorant and ignorant, how dare you compare yourself to Master Ke in writing poetry?"
"Mr. Xia, are you serious that you don't want to change?"
"Don't want to change? Miss Feng, let's start."
When it comes to writing poems, Ke Xiaofeng's demeanor changes, and he becomes another person in an instant, nodding and chanting softly:
"Dense snow is not endless, and Yao was afraid of sparse plum blossoms.
The pride lasts through the ages, and the new mood is as wonderful as poetry."
"good!"
There was a burst of cheers in the pavilion. Being able to write a poem in such a short period of time is worthy of his reputation as a poet.
However, when the Shixian finished reciting, the young man facing him spoke without any pause.
"The calyx contains snow at the beginning, so it is difficult to mark the painting alone.
There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold.
Listen to the flute and worry about it, lean on the leaning branch to look at the disease.
The new wind is like a mind, and it is easy not to destroy."
Ke Xiaofeng responded with four sentences, and Xia Shang immediately responded with eight sentences.
Not to mention watching the visitors, even Ke Xiaofeng was stunned.
At this time, there was no time to even analyze the quality of the poem. Ke Xiaofeng walked around Xia Shang and his eyes lit up:
"The snow dances in the sky for a long time, and the fragrance of plum blossoms fills the neighborhood.
The wonderful mind begins to see when you are free, and the white head welcomes winter."
Xia Shang immediately answered:
"I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum tree blooms and one blooms?"
Ke Xiaofeng's expression changed again, and she walked around Xia Shang again:
"In life, you will encounter plum blossoms and snow several times, and there will be many wonderful vegetation and few tourists.
The sparse shadows are bathed in white wind and I am already drunk, waiting for you to come and paint this beautiful painting."
Xia Shang:
“The branch in the deep valley can reach the north, and the flowers bloom late every year.
Do you know, Mr. Gao Biao Yiyun? It’s when there is ice and snow.”
…
Under the bright sunshine, the backyard of Liuzhuang was full of talented people and beauties. How could they care about the hot summer weather while chatting? Joking, fighting poems, playing and singing, and gossiping formed a beautiful scenery among the green mountains and green waters.
However, among the men and women chatting outside the small pavilion halfway up the mountain, some people gradually heard the voices coming from the hall.
One man and one woman.
The sound is like one poem after another...
Gradually, everyone was attracted.
Only by listening carefully and understanding the poetry competition between the two men can you feel what a magnificent war this is.
Without hearing it with one’s own ears, who would dare to believe that writing poetry can be as smooth as speaking?
I don’t know if it was prepared in advance or something?
In the pavilion, Xia Shang and Ke Xiaofeng were sweating profusely.
The two of them had already competed and composed no less than twenty poems using the word "plum" in succession.
By this time, Ke Xiaofeng's poetry writing speed had obviously slowed down, and her speech was no longer so sure.
"The distant valley... hides the scenery, but opens the door to reveal the snow-capped mountains.
Lengxiangdi... lungs, plum blossoms... try the new cold."
Xia Shang's eyes were opened today!
I rely entirely on my memory of poems from my past life, and they are all the works of others. I copied one poem here and one poem here and used it for my own use.
But Ke Xiaofeng was different. It was a real temporary creation. At the beginning, he actually composed a poem in three steps, and they were all very artistic. The name of the Poetry Immortal is indeed well-deserved! Not to mention that Ke Xiaofeng's poetry writing speed is now slower, Xia Shang
He was also very anxious, because he had already written all the poems about plum blossoms that he could think of, and he didn't know what to say if he asked him to talk about them again.
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.
I knew it wasn't snow from a distance because there was a faint fragrance coming."
This is Xia Shang’s last song!
All the famous quotes from the bottom of the box were brought out.
If Ke Xiaofeng can do it again, then Xia Shang has nothing to do.
Xin said that relying on this eternally famous poem, even if the quantity of poems cannot be compared, at least the quality of the poems can surpass the other party.
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow in the distance, because there is a faint fragrance..." As soon as this last poem came out, Ke Xiaofeng's face turned pale, thinking that such a masterpiece was such a masterpiece, not to mention whether she could still write it?
What's the use of writing thousands of chapters?
A poem is worth a thousand words!
"Lost? I actually lost? No! I didn't lose! These poems were not written by you!"
Ke Xiaofeng's expression changed again, she pointed at Xia Shang and scolded her coldly. (To be continued)