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Chapter 2234

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Amidst Chu Yang's worries, the wind became even fiercer and fiercer as it swept past.

At the same time, the five people who came from afar had arrived and landed on the field. Chu Yang saw the County Governor. He was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and eagle-like eyes that were extremely sharp. His facial features were regular, and there was a hint of fierceness in his scholarly elegance.

As soon as he landed, his gaze swept across the field. With joy, he asked loudly, "In our Zhuangyuan County, who made a first-grade poem?"

"Him!"

"Him!"

"The one called Liu Xunhuan!"

… …

Immediately, many people pointed out Chu Yang.

"It's you?" The Zhuangyuan County Governor's sharp gaze instantly fell on Chu Yang.

As soon as he saw Chu Yang's dignified appearance, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and his fondness for him increased.

"I'm just a commoner!" Chu Yang could only salute and say, "I've made a fool of myself in front of the County Governor!"

"What kind of poem did you make that it could be included in the Book of Songs? This is the first time in our Zhuangyuan County!"

The County Governor's words and expression were filled with joy, and the people behind him were also somewhat eager.

"Where is the poem? Let us have a look."

"Not bad, not bad. Let's not talk about other things first. No matter how good a first-grade poem is, we must have a look first!"

"Not to mention a first-grade poem, I haven't even made a third-grade poem. If I can have a look at a first-grade poem, I will have no regrets even if I die."

Was it that serious?

Chu Yang, "…"

The County Governor of Zhuang Yuan County smiled at Chu Yang and said, "What's wrong? Can't we take a look?"

"County Governor, you must be joking!" Chu Yang hurriedly said, "The poem hasn't been written yet. I will read it to you — — Sleeping in spring without knowing the dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers fall!"

"Eh!"

As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, one of the five people immediately said in surprise, "Such a poem can be evaluated as a first-grade poem?"

"It's really a bit surprising."

"It seems that we have yet to discover the subtleties within."

"That's right. We are just a bunch of inexperienced people. Don't rush to make a judgment. Otherwise, we'll be laughed at by others."

The five of them immediately began to ponder as if no one else was around.

After a while, the county governor's eyes lit up. He said in surprise, "This poem captures the moment of waking up in the morning, but it doesn't spread out. It only reveals his feelings to people and leads them to the path of his feelings. Then, it leaves them alone."

Immediately, the person on the County Governor's left nodded and said, "That's right. What's left is for someone to enrich and supplement his thoughts. As for the scenes, he only chose one side of Spring."

Another person nodded in agreement and said, "Spring has enchanting colors and intoxicating fragrance. He didn't write about any of them, but only wrote about the sound of spring from the perspective of hearing. The chirping of birds everywhere, the whistling of the wind and rain — the sound of the birds was melodious, pleasing to the ear, and beautiful. The words' everywhere 'rose and fell, echoing far and near, making people feel as if they were in the mountains, overwhelmed. "

"The spring wind and the spring rain sprinkled, but in the quiet spring night, this rustling sound also made people think of the dreamy and dreamy mood, and the new beauty of the flowers after the drizzle."

The County Governor of Zhangyuan County couldn't help but sigh, "The greatest beauty of this poem is that it makes people imagine and appreciate the spring scenery of the birds and flowers, creating a great resonance. What's even more difficult is that this poem is so natural, as if it was born by heaven and earth. No wonder it was evaluated as a first-grade poem!"

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