"Vast sorrow of parting, the white sun tilts!" Liu Yinian snorted. "Mo Jiazi still has the sorrow of parting. In my opinion, he can't wait to leave the Imperial College. I wonder how happy he is? "
Everyone frowned and continued reading.
"The whip points to the east, to the end of the world! This sentence is quite grand … "Shen Hongcai defended Meton.
Everyone nodded in their hearts. These two sentences were indeed able to make one's mind wander and become enlightened.
"The fallen flowers are not heartless. They turn into spring mud to protect the flowers!"
When everyone read this sentence, it was as if they were struck by lightning. They stood on the ground in a daze.
"This is an eternal sentence!" The Imperial College Professor felt as if he had found a treasure. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
However, what delighted the Imperial College Professor the most was not how wonderful this sentence was. It was also that this sentence referred to the fallen flowers as teachers. It could be said that most of the teachers present were old and had reached the end of their life. They were like flowers that had reached the end of their life and were destined to fall off the branches.
Who would have thought that this poem would turn the seemingly useless fallen flowers into fertilizer in the coming year to make the newly bloomed flowers more beautiful? It was a metaphor for the teachings of these old teachers to their students.
"The kindness of a teacher is as great as a mountain!" They thought of the teachers who had taught them before. They were afraid that the teachers who had taught them were already at the bottom of the valley. However, the teachings of those teachers had always influenced their lives.
"Since ancient times, there have been countless poems written about the kindness of a teacher. Only this sentence is the best." Imperial College Professor Ma Jiayun read it three times. Everyone couldn't help but nod.
Shen Hongcai looked at Liu Yinian and said sarcastically, "Mo Jiazi was able to write such a poem to express his gratitude for his teacher's kindness. It can be seen that he is a very sincere person. He is not as bad as someone said."
Liu Yinian's face immediately turned red. When this poem was read, his previous doubts and accusations against Meton were all untenable. It was like a slap in the face.
"Hmph!" Liu Yinian felt that he had no face to stay any longer and left angrily.
At this moment, no one cared about Liu Yinian's departure. Instead, they couldn't wait to continue watching.
The facts proved that Mo Jiazi was still the same talented Mo Jiazi. The first two poems had already made everyone so happy. How wonderful would Mo Jiazi's third poem be?
The third draft slowly opened, and the first line of the poem came into view.
"It's hard to meet, but it's also hard to part! The east wind is powerless, and a hundred flowers wither. "
Everyone nodded slightly. It was difficult to write a farewell at the beginning, so it was likely that he would also write about the sorrow of parting, which was also very appropriate.
"The silkworm will not run out of silk until it dies, and the candle will not dry until it turns into ashes."
The Imperial Academy Academician's mind went into a defensive mode, and he couldn't help but stand up.
"This poem …" Guozi Xue trembled as he pointed at the poem. His eyes were filled with excitement.
"This poem speaks of the kindness of all the teachers in the world!" Imperial Academy Academician Ma Jiayun also said excitedly.
These two lines of the poem spoke of the kindness of all the teachers in the world. Although it was better than Xinju Laogan and Falling Red Flower Protector, it was not as fitting as the silkworm and candle.
The silk that the silkworm spat out was the knowledge that they imparted. They taught for their entire lives and tirelessly imparted their knowledge to every student until they were old and reached the end of their lives. This was the end of the silk.
At the same time, they were like candle torches, burning their own lives to illuminate the future of the students. The burning of the candle and the tears were the teachers using their own lives to guide the students until they contributed their whole lives.
"It is indeed the end of the kindness of all the teachers in the world." The Imperial Academy Academician nodded in agreement. At the same time, he secretly rejoiced. If he didn't choose the topic of the kindness of all the teachers, how could such a peerless poem appear in front of them?
"This poem is a five-character quatrain?" Suddenly, the Imperial Academy Academician asked doubtfully.
"How is that possible? Based on the rhythm of this poem, it is definitely a seven-character quatrain. "The Imperial Academy Academician shook his head and denied.
"Then why are there only four lines?" The Imperial Academy Academician was puzzled. Seven-character quatrain usually had four lines and eight lines, but this poem had no continuation after the fourth line.
"Why is there no more?" The Imperial Academy Academician said in a panic. He flipped the front and back of the Xuan paper in his hand, but it was still blank.
"It can't be mixed in with the other exam papers, right?" The Imperial Academy Academician was puzzled.
The Imperial Academy Academician hurriedly flipped through all the exam papers, but he still couldn't find it.
"Impossible!" Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Suddenly, Shen Hongcai said carefully, "This can't be done by Mo Jiazi on purpose, right?"
"On purpose?" Everyone suddenly turned around and stared at Shen Hongcai.
Shen Hongcai swallowed his saliva and said helplessly, "Everyone can imagine that when Mo Jiazi entered the Imperial Academy last year, he wrote two and a half of the three frontier poems. This time, it can't be the same."
Everyone thought about it carefully and suddenly felt enlightened. According to this, this time, it was probably two and a half of the poem. However, last time, it was half of a five-character quatrain. This time, it was half of a seven-character quatrain.
"Mo Jiazi! This is nonsense! "The Imperial Academy Academician gritted his teeth and said. Meton actually wrote half of such a classic poem. It was simply a waste of God's gift.
Everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Although Mo Jiazi was overflowing with talent, this kind of thing was indeed something that Mo Jiazi could do. It must be known that Meton had written many crooked poems and used them to advertise. There was nothing that people couldn't think of, but nothing that Meton couldn't do.
If Modun were here, he would definitely cry out that he had been wronged. If he were to complete this poem, it was likely that this famous poem of gratitude would instantly turn into an ambiguous love poem. This way, it would be even harder for everyone to accept.
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, the Imperial Academy Academician laughed loudly.
Everyone looked at him in surprise. The Imperial Academy Academician loved poems as much as his life. Could it be that he had been angered by Meton to the point of going crazy?
The Imperial Academy Academician's laughter was extremely cheerful, without a trace of anger. This made everyone even more afraid.
Seeing everyone's expression, the Imperial Academy Academician didn't care. He said loudly, "In my opinion, Mo Jiazi's poem is just right, just right."
"What do you mean?" Imperial Academy Academician Ma Jiayun didn't understand.
"A teacher's grace is like a mountain, and his feelings are as deep as the sea. How can a few poems be enough to express it? In my opinion, Mo Jiazi must be unable to express it with words, so he only wrote half of it. "The Imperial Academy Academician said with certainty.
Everyone felt relieved. Logically speaking, Meton writing two and a half top quality poems in such a short period of time was enough to surprise everyone. If they wanted to ask for more, they would be greedy.
"The Imperial Academy Academician is right." Everyone nodded.
"Two and a half parts of a teacher's grace … No! Three parts of a teacher's grace! The world's teachers will definitely prosper. My path will not be lonely! "Ma Jiayun said with emotion.
It could be imagined that once Meton's poem was released, it would definitely make a huge leap in the image of the world's teachers. All along, they had revered the dignity of teachers and respected their teachings. But Meton directly used the teacher's painstaking dedication to create an image, which made everyone stunned.
The Imperial Academy Academician picked up the red brush and wrote on Meton's paper, "First Rank!"
At this point, Meton was first in four subjects.
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