Happy Little Scholar

"what's going on?"

"Why is he not moving?"

"Is it possible that he hasn't thought about it yet?"

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After seeing the poem written by Li Yi in a short period of time, Baiguan's heart was almost in despair, and suddenly he saw Zhao Xiuwen looking at the poem without finishing it, and he immediately became confused.

This is really not a difficult topic to write about. If the other party can't even think of a poem after Li Xianzi finished writing it, then the officials will not only have to doubt whether the so-called "the most talented poet in a thousand years" is not It's just a name for nothing.

But if this is the case, how could Shigui Wang Zhong say the words "feeling ashamed"?

"Is there something wrong with Li Xianzi's poem?" Someone noticed that Zhao Xiuwen's eyes were always on Li Yi's poem and asked in confusion.

"How can this be so?" Wei Siye stood in the crowd with a face full of disbelief. He and Zhao Xiuwen looked at the poem and kept murmuring: "How could this be so? How could this be so?"

A bachelor from Hongwenguan came out, stroking his beard and looking slightly excited, "It's an eye-opener, it's really an eye-opener!"

The officials were greatly surprised when they heard this. This poem cannot be said to be ordinary, but it does not have many outstanding features. But looking at the looks of Wei Siye and Chu University Scholar, there seems to be some mystery in it?

So Baiguan looked at the poem again, looking left and right, horizontally and vertically - still not able to see the reason.

Everyone's expressions changed. Could it be that the poetry and literary attainments of Wei Siye, Chu University Scholars, and Li Xianzi were so unpredictable that they were beyond their reach, and they couldn't even understand them?

At this time, Zhao Xiuwen finally looked away, put down his pen, walked back to the third prince of Qi, and said calmly: "I lost the first game."

Upon hearing this, a eunuch immediately extinguished a long stick of burning incense.

Naturally, this competition cannot be unlimited in time. Otherwise, if it takes ten and a half days to think of a poem, can His Majesty and many courtiers still wait forever?

From setting the title to finishing the three poems, the two of them shared a stick of incense. Li Xianzi didn't think about it at all just now. He started writing without wasting much time. On the other hand, Zhao Xiuwen had already burned the incense for a short time. A short paragraph.

"What?"

"Why, you obviously haven't written it yet!"

After hearing Zhao Xiuwen's words, the expressions of several envoys from Qi State changed greatly. After the young man from Jing State wrote that poem, they thought they had a chance to win, but how could they have expected that such a thing would happen?

Zhao Xiuwen actually gave up on his own initiative?

In an instant, several envoys looked at him and became wary. Could this person named Zhao have been bribed by Jing Guo, or was he simply an undercover agent of Jing Guo?

In this game, the envoys of Qi State lost inexplicably, and the officials of Jing State were also a little confused when they won.

Is this a win?

why?

Not to mention the "thousand-year-old poet with the highest talent", even they, within this period of time, came up with a poem that could beat Li Xianzi's. Although it took a little longer, as long as they win one more time It's harmless enough, but why did the Qi people give up? Could it be that his poetry was really blown out?

"Don't waste too much time in the first game. You did a good job." The third prince of Qi finally looked away and patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder.

Zhao Xiuwen nodded, and when he looked again at the figure chatting with the little girl over there, his expression finally began to become serious.

"In the first game, Li County won."

Qi State took the initiative to admit defeat. There was no need to judge this game. The eunuch immediately announced the result loudly.

Until they heard the news that their side had won, none of the officials understood where they had won.

"Wei Siye, what on earth is going on?"

"Yes, Bachelor of Chu, what is so wonderful about this poem?"

"You should talk about it."

Although they won, Baiguan felt even more tormented. Wei Siye and Chu University Scholar immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The great scholar of Chu stroked his beard again and said with a smile: "My lords, take another look at Li Xianzi's poem."

Everyone was confused and looked over again.

"The tide follows the dark waves as the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boat fishing in Yuanpu fishes under the bright moon.

The pine path across the bridge to the temple gate is small, and the alley is like a spring with clear stone waves.

The green trees and rivers are far away at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, the green peaks are numbered with thousands of points. "

But no matter how they looked at it, the title "Inscribed on Hanshan Temple" seemed to be... nothing special at all.

This poem can only barely describe the scene at dusk in a few sentences. If you study it carefully, it may even be off-topic.

"Mr. Chu, please stop showing off," an official urged.

The great scholar of Chu shook his head and said, "My lords, you might as well try reading this poem backwards."

"Read it backwards?" Baiguan was confused. Is there anyone who reads poems backwards?

But some officials subconsciously read it out: "Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, the water touches the clouds and looks around..., hiss, this, this..."

After reading just one sentence, he closed his mouth, and his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.

"How can it be?"

"This is actually possible?"

"Here, read this poem backwards, it's actually a poem too!"

After being reminded by the great scholar of Chu, Baiguan finally discovered the mystery.

"The tide follows the dark waves as the snow-capped mountains fall, and the fishing boats fishing in Yuanpu are fishing under the bright moon.

The pine path across the bridge to the temple gate is small, and the alley is like a spring with clear stone waves.

The green trees and rivers are far away at dawn, and the misty red clouds are clear at night.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, the green peaks are numbered with thousands of points.

Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, and the water meets the clouds and looks far away.

On a sunny day, the sunset is red and misty, and at dawn, the river and trees are green.

Qingbo Shiyanquan is in the alley, and the path is opposite the bridge to Songmen Temple.

The bright moon is fishing in the boat and the pond is far away, the mountains are covered with snow and the waves are darkly following the tide. "

No matter whether you read this poem forward or backward, it is an excellent poem. When the two are superimposed, the meaning will naturally be different.

Not only can you read straight, but you can also read backwards, and the backward reading is also neat and appropriate. This shows that Li Xianzi's skills in controlling words. He has probably reached the pinnacle in word choice and sentence making, right?

If the forward reading is from the moonlit night scene to the dawn of the river and sky, then the backward reading is from the dawn to the fishing boats singing in the evening. People can even imagine these two scenes in Hanshan Temple outside the city.

Poetry, can it be written like this?

They finally understood what the eye-opening scholar Chu said just now meant. They had lived for decades, and this was not the first time they had seen such a magical poem.

No wonder that Zhao Xiuwen simply gave up and gave up after taking one look at it. Not to mention one stick of incense, giving him ten sticks of incense or even a hundred sticks of incense might not be enough...

At this moment, the way Baiguan looked at Li Yi immediately changed.

To be able to write such an unprecedented poem, even if he had been prepared, how bad would his poetic talent be?

Perhaps, in today's competition, they really have hope of winning.