"In the garden below the window, ten pine trees were planted in the spring. Autumn leaves fell to the ground, and the trees were empty. "Li Zhi shook his head and read out his masterpiece aloud.
The surrounding princes also applauded and presented their masterpieces. For a time, the entire palace was filled with poets and prodigies.
"Imperial Father, how is my poem?" Li Zhi looked at Li Shimin with a cute face.
"Good, good, a poem written by slave Zhi is of course a good poem!" Li Shimin laughed and said proudly.
The homework of these brats had always been a headache for him. He did not expect that Meton would come and give him such a pleasant surprise.
"How is it compared to Meton's poem?" Li Zhi asked expectantly.
Li Shimin's face suddenly twitched and he was embarrassed and could not answer.
"Minister could not write such a poem when he was seven years old. The Minister is not as good as His Highness Prince Jin!" Meton quickly stepped forward to help Li Shimin.
"En! Slave Zhi will definitely be a great poet when he grows up! "Li Shimin looked at Meton with appreciation. At least you know when to advance and when to retreat.
"Oh!"
Li Zhi was so excited that his face turned red and he shouted excitedly.
"Teacher, this is my poem, please check it!" Prince of Yue, Li Zhen, immediately finished his homework on the spot and handed it over to Zhao Gongcun.
"Teacher, this is mine!"
"This is mine!"
A group of princes eagerly handed in their masterpieces. Even the most naughty Li You quickly handed in his masterpiece.
Li You felt that he would definitely be punished this time. He did not expect that he would be the fastest to finish his homework, so he was very excited.
Zhao Gongcun had mixed feelings as he looked at the rhythmic and symmetrical poems that were fresh out of the oven one after another.
Normally, if he saw a group of children writing such a perfect poem, he would be wild with joy and exclaim that they were prodigies. But now, it seemed that there were too many prodigies in the palace.
If it was a bootlicker, he would definitely climb up the pole and take the credit. After all, it was he, Zhao Gongcun, who taught the princes the poem.
However, Zhao Gongcun was not happy at all. Writing poetry was such a sacred thing, but now it was ruined by Mo Jiazi.
"Your Highnesses wrote well, en! Very well! "Zhao Gongcun said insincerely. He did not know whether to be happy or sad. However, for a group of children to be able to write neat poems, there was nothing he could ask for.
"Okay, go and do your homework!"
Li Shimin waved his hand, and only then did this group of excited new poets rush into the school to continue showcasing their poetic talents.
In a side hall of Chongwenguan Hall.
Li Shimin sat high up in the first place. In front of him, there were two factions. One was Meton, and the other was all the teachers in Chongwenguan Hall.
"Enlightenment of Rhyme?"
The two complete pieces of Enlightenment of Rhyme were quickly passed around among the teachers. The teachers looked at the Enlightenment of Rhyme with unchanging expressions. Their eyes involuntarily drifted to the young Meton.
The whole hall fell into a strange silence.
"Everyone is knowledgeable. Come and discuss, should this Enlightenment of Rhyme be promoted to the world?" Li Shimin asked.
From the standpoint of an emperor, of course he had the Enlightenment of Rhyme. In the future, the difficulty of writing poetry would be greatly reduced. It would be immeasurable for the promotion of poetry.
But as a poet, he certainly knew that poems written according to the Enlightenment of Rhyme would always feel awkward.
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed. The Enlightenment of Rhyme seems to reduce the difficulty of writing poetry, but it is full of craftsmanship! In the long run, people will not think of making progress and will copy what they have learned. I'm afraid that there will be no famous poems circulating in the future, and only mediocre poems will be left. "Zhao Gongcun said bitterly.
"Minister also agrees with Scholar Zhao's point of view. The Enlightenment of Rhyme is not the prosperity of poetry, but the great harm of poetry. Here, I want to impeach Mo Jiazi. Mo Jiazi's heart is not right, and he specializes in crooked practices. He has forgotten his ancestors and obliterated the painstaking efforts of his ancestors. First, he used poems to do crooked things, but he did not repent. He even took advantage of his crooked talent and wrote three crooked poems in a row. In the end, he went from bad to worse. He even used Enlightenment of Rhyme in an attempt to destroy the thousands of years of poetry in Huaxia. "Liu Wei, the scholar of Chongwenguan Hall, said angrily.
A group of scholars of Chongwenguan Hall nodded repeatedly. They looked at Meton as if he was a mortal enemy.
"Ah!"
Meton only knew who was the one who impeached him for forgetting his ancestors. It turned out that it was the person in front of him. At this time, Liu Wei was not in a high position and power. He was still in Chongwenguan Hall, waiting for the right time.
"Scholar Liu, what you said is wrong!"
Meton quickly defended himself. If he allowed Scholar Liu to accuse him, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk out of the Meridian Gate alive. He would be beheaded directly.
"For thousands of years, poetry has only been in the hands of a few people, and most people who read books have never been able to learn it. They even fear poetry. The Enlightenment of Rhyme is indeed full of craftsmanship, but it can allow more people to come in contact with poetry and learn it earlier, instead of wasting time. "Merton said.
"No matter how many mediocre poems you write, they can't be compared to a good poem that can be passed down through the ages!" Liu Wei said disdainfully.
Meton smiled and said, "The Enlightenment of Rhyme is indeed too crafty, but it is not useless. This is only the enlightenment for beginners to accumulate material, but it doesn't mean that a good poem can't be used. I remember that Scholar Liu has a poem that I admire very much! Ping Yang is good at singing and dancing, Jin Gu Sheng invites. ... Without trouble, I wave my long sleeves, waiting for the crow to cry in the night. "
When Liu Gu heard Moton recite his masterpiece, he didn't feel honored at all. Instead, his face was full of awkwardness. Because in Liu Wei's poems, almost all of them could be compared with the Enlightenment of Rhyme.
"You..."
Liu Wei's face turned red. He had just refuted Mo Jiazi that using the Enlightenment of Rhyme would destroy the poem, but in the end, he found that his poem was almost completely compatible with the Enlightenment of Rhyme.
This was great. He had been slapped in the face. If the poems made with the Enlightenment of Rhyme were all mediocre poems, then what was his poem that was completely compatible with the Enlightenment of Rhyme?
The other scholars were also embarrassed. When they thought about their own poems, they could not help but break out in a cold sweat. Liu Wei was not the only one who was in this situation. Almost everyone was the same.
In fact, they firmly opposed the Enlightenment of Rhyme, not because the Enlightenment of Rhyme would destroy the poem and wear away the poet's spirituality.
It was because the Enlightenment of Rhyme would reveal the deepest secret in their hearts, a secret that would give them fame and wealth. Of course, they were not willing to share it with the world.
"A flower blooming alone is not spring, but a garden full of flowers. If every ten scholars in the Tang dynasty could use the Enlightenment of Rhyme to write poems, and if one out of ten children who could write poems could write a good poem, I believe that in less than ten years, the Tang dynasty would be prosperous in poetry." Meton said proudly.
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