"How can a scholar use his fists so casually? Are you really a scholar?"
"You —"
Zhu Yu was on the verge of exploding in anger. Embarrassment surged from the bottom of her heart, and her face turned red all the way to her ears.
"You should learn your lesson. You can't throw away the face of a scholar all the time!"
As Chu Yang spoke, he suddenly exerted force.
"Ahhhhhh —"
Zhu Yu screamed and cried out in pain. Tears immediately gushed out of her eyes.
"Tsk!"
Chu Yang looked down on her and threw Zhu Yu away with a flick of his hand. This plaything was actually just a coward, not worth mentioning!
He looked arrogant, but he was more fragile and cowardly than anyone else. He was probably relying on the strength of his family.
"Sleeping in spring without knowing the dawn, I hear birds chirping everywhere. Wind and rain come at night, I know how many flowers fall!"
At this moment, someone recited the four lines of the poem from the Book of Songs. Everyone was immediately shocked. Their gazes shifted from Chu Yang and Zhu Yu to the Book of Songs.
When everyone looked over, the Book of Songs had already shown the scene of a spring morning. When they heard the joyous chirping of birds, everyone felt as if they had just woken up from a nap.
"At first reading, it seems ordinary and nothing special. However, after reading it repeatedly, there is a world of difference within. Its charm does not lie in its words, but in its charm. It is natural and smooth, yet profound and unique. "
The Book of Songs began to comment. The entire place was silent as everyone listened quietly.
"If it is natural without charm, it will be shallow. If there are no ups and downs, it will lose its flatness. This poem has a leisurely and beautiful charm. The style of writing rises and falls without restraint, and the taste of poetry will last forever! "
In the Book of Songs, it seemed as if it was not a single person commenting, but many literary sages. They crossed eras and the river of time and space to comment on such a poem!
"Emotions are hidden outside the words, but the form overflows and the present is elegant."
"The poem is elegant, but it avoids the noble song."
…
There were a lot of comments, and they were incessant. Exclamations of surprise came one after another. Everyone was waiting with rapt attention — would the Book of Songs include such a poem in the Book of Songs?
When the "Book of Songs" appeared, if it only showed an outline, it could be judged as a ninth-rank poem. If it showed a vague shadow, it would be an eighth-rank poem. If it was half-real and half-illusory, it would be a seventh-rank poem. If it was completely real, it would be a sixth-rank poem.
Reciting the poem was the fifth rank, showing the scene depicted in the poem was the fourth rank, and commenting was the third rank. In the second rank, one would exclaim in admiration, and in the first rank, one would put the poem into the Book of Songs.
According to the Book of Songs, the Central State had already formed a clear hierarchy of poems.
In Chu Yang's poem, the 'Book of Songs' had already revealed its true form. It had also been recited by him, and the scenes in the poem had also appeared. The cries of comments and exclamations were even more numerous.
Compared to what people knew, the Book of Songs had so many comments and exclamations. It was extremely rare.
Therefore, many people believed that such a poem was very likely to be a first-rank poem, and would be included in the Book of Songs.
The waiting time was not long. Before the exclamations had ended, a word appeared on the Book of Songs — Spring!
The second word, sleep!
…
After that, the entire poem, "Sleeping in Spring, Unaware of Dawn," was vividly written on the paper. The Book of Songs also suddenly transformed into an eternal divine sun, shining brightly in midair, and a faint scent of ink pervaded the air.
The scent of ink quickly spread out endlessly from the small town.
Hualala!
Poems, calligraphy, paintings, and thousands of books also appeared at this time. Finally, it formed a flourishing age of literature in mid-air.
"It was indeed included. It's a first-rank poem, a genuine first-rank poem!"
"A refugee actually made a first-rank poem. It really makes people doubt life?"
"It's too unreal. Everything feels too unreal. It's too unreal! I actually witnessed the entire process of the birth of a first-rank poem. Who knows, when I go back, my son can also get some literary aura! "
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