Then, one scholar after another recited their own poems!
How should it be said?
To be able to improvise a poem in such a short period of time, their standard was naturally not too high, but it was not bad either. After all, their foundation was there, and they were considered average. However, it was naturally impossible for them to be included in textbooks! Lan Tianhai and the others were also quite satisfied. None of them were bad!
"Elders, this poem that I composed is called 'Late Moon Thoughts'."
Qin Ming said faintly.
"En, read it."
"Again, tonight's parting rain …"
"…"
After Qin Ming finished reading, everyone was silent for a while.
"As expected of Qin Ming. As one of the four great scholars, he is indeed extraordinary!"
"Yes, yes. This' Late Moon Thoughts' is a level higher than those people from before! Maybe it can enter the textbooks! "
"Ai, comparisons are odious! I'm afraid that only Su Zhiming can compare! "
"…"
Everyone discussed spiritedly!
The dozen or so elders on the judging panel also discussed for a while. Then, Lan Tianhai said to Qin Ming, "Very good. This poem of yours should be the best one up until now! Continue to work hard! "
"Thank you, Uncle Lan!"
Qin Ming bowed slightly and then sat down with a smile.
"Next, Su Zhiming!"
Su Zhiming then stood up with a smile in everyone's eyes!
There were many rich girls who looked at him and Qin Ming with adoration!
Because they were both proficient in literature and martial arts, and they were also handsome. They were once the prince charming of these girls!
"Elders, the poem that Zhiming brought is called 'Thinking of My Lord'."
He paused and then read, "My lord came from his hometown, so he should know the matters of his hometown …"
It was a simple sentence, but it made them ponder for a moment.
"That's right. Zhiming, your poem is on par with Qin Ming's. However, your poem has a few special words that are of a higher quality than Qin Ming's poem. If we're talking about this, your poem should be better than Qin Ming's! However, I'll give you two a 50: 50 score! "
Xiao Qingcheng nodded and said.
"Thank you, Elder Xiao!"
Su Zhiming smiled and sat down!
Basically, his song was already the best. At least, it was the best song in this round. He glanced at the people behind him. There was no one who was a threat to him.
"Next, Lin Xuan!"
Lan Tianhai and the others looked at Lin Xuan.
It was not that Lin Xuan was very eye-catching. In fact, he was indeed eye-catching. He was the son-in-law of the Xiao Family and Xiao Runing's boyfriend. However, what did everyone want to see more?
He made a fool of himself!
Because if you got something that they couldn't, jealousy and envy would surge up. What right do you have to get it? Why can't I?
With this kind of mentality, he especially hoped that this person would embarrass himself. It was the kind of feeling that no one in the world should have a better life than him! There were simply too many people with this mentality.
Su Zhiming thought about how Lin Xuan had not written a single word just now. What kind of poem could he write now? He would definitely make a fool of himself.
Xiao Runing and Xiao Xinyue also looked at Lin Xuan worriedly.
After all, Xiao Runing had just said Lin Xuan's words to Xiao Xinyue … It was simply unbearable to look at! Xiao Xinyue originally had a little bit of hope for Lin Xuan, but it instantly disappeared.
Lin Xuan stood up and said, "Seniors, my poem is called 'Autumn Thoughts'."
"Autumn Thoughts? Actually, this poem's name is already too common! "
An old man said to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan nodded. "Yes, there is more than one poem with this name. However, I feel that the name of a poem is not too important. It's mainly because my ability is limited. I don't have that much time to think about the name of a poem."
"En, that's fine. Then recite your poem!"
Lin Xuan nodded.
Xiao Ru Ning's little heart was already in her throat, she was begging him, please don't let other people laugh their heads off ah.
Everyone else was already prepared to be laughed at.
"Autumn comes under the fortress, the scenery is different. Hengyang wild geese don't pay attention.
Voices rise from all directions. For thousands of miles, the smoke sets and the sun closes the lonely city.
With a cup of turbid wine, one can travel ten thousand miles. Yan Ran returns without any plans.
The Qiang pipes are long and frost covers the ground. People can't sleep. The general's hair turns white and the husband cries. "
After Lin Xuan finished reciting, everyone was silent!
Yes, everyone was shocked!
This poem was written by Lin Xuan?
"This poem … Xiao Xuan, quick, let me see it!"
Xiao Qingcheng said impatiently.
"Oh."
Then Lin Xuan handed the poem over.
Lan Tianhai and the others all looked over.
When Xiao Qingcheng and the others saw it, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.
These words … were too ugly, right?
But …
If one were to disregard this ugly character … …
Lan Tianhai couldn't help but stand up. Then, he wrote down Lin Xuan's poem on the blackboard with his beautiful handwriting. Everyone's eyes were on it.
Xiao Runing's little mouth opened slightly.
This … this was written by Lin Xuan?
The crowd might not have heard it clearly when they first heard it, but now that they were looking at the vigorous and powerful poem on the blackboard, they were all dumbfounded. The depth of the poem, the style between the lines, and everything else was too good! Not to mention anything else, at least it crushed Su Zhiming and Qin Ming's poems!
Moreover, they both wrote poems. Poems were much more difficult than four-line poems. The word count was also much higher!
"This … was really written by Lin Xuan?"
Xiao Xinyue looked at Xiao Runing in confusion.
"It … should be?"
Xiao Runing wasn't sure either.
As for Xiao Zun and Ye Qianling, their faces were flushed red. Really, they thought Lin Xuan would lose face, but they didn't expect this poem to be so good!
"Voices rise from all sides. For thousands of miles, the smoke sets and the sun closes the lonely city …"
"People can't sleep, the general's hair turns white and the husband cries!"
Lan Tianhai and the others repeatedly recited the most shocking lines! These two lines were definitely the essence of the poem!
"Xiao Xuan, your poem is expressing …"
Lin Xuan said, "It's actually expressing the warriors and generals of the three factions that guard the borders. They guard the borders day after day, year after year, stopping the invasion of demon beasts. It's very tiring, but it's worthy of respect. I've lived in the border cities all year round. Whether it was Tian Hua City or Lin 'an City after Tian Hua City fell, I've personally witnessed the fall of cities. I've also personally participated in the fight against the demon beasts. I might understand these things better than many people from the interior. Do they miss home? Naturally, so this poem is actually expressing their feelings of homesickness, not mine. "
"Good! Good!! Good! "
Xiao Qingcheng looked at Lin Xuan with satisfaction!
"It's said that poetry is a form of sustenance to express one's emotions. Only with true emotions can one write a good poem. Without such emotions, the poem would be soulless. You've experienced it before, which is why you can write such a good adverb. Not bad. I didn't expect you to amaze me so much just from today onwards! Thank you for bringing such a good poem. I also thank you on behalf of the soldiers guarding the borders! "
Lan Tianhai walked down and patted Lin Xuan's shoulder.
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