Rebirth of the Great Heavenly King

In fact, as the principal of Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, Wu Chuan is not much lower than Sun Shiying in terms of status, but when it comes to ancient poetry and prose, he feels that there is a huge gap between him and Sun Shiying in terms of cultivation. It is for this reason that Wu Chuan

I respect Sun Shiying very much, especially in poetry and prose.

Wu Chuan now heard Sun Shiying's call and hurriedly came over and said with a smile: "President Sun, what's wrong?"

Sun Shiying's expression became more helpless: "What did you say? It's really irritating! In the land of heaven, what kind of poems are there now... If the level is not good enough, people will laugh out loud."

Wu Chuan said: "That's not the case, right? Our standard in the world of ancient poetry in the empire has always been quite high. Isn't it impossible this year?"

Sun Shiying said helplessly: "Because the previous years were good, if there are no better poems this year, people will definitely laugh at them. And I just heard that there are some weirdos in Jiangnan Province.

He is very talented, and there are some top-notch talents in Yanjing, and there seems to be even a very good one in Nanyun next door. I don’t want to be embarrassed when the time comes.”

Wu Chuan nodded, and he also knew Sun Shiying's worries.

This matter of submitting poems on a provincial basis often arouses some confrontation among the provinces.

In the past few years, the traditional strong poetry provinces have mainly been Tianfu Province in the southwest, Jiangnan in the east, and Beizhili and Yanjing in the north, but this year it seems that the harvest is really bad.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Show me what you have in your hand." Sun Shiying said to Wu Chuan.

Wu Chuan snorted, and then said with a smile: "I was just about to tell you, I just got a poem or a word from a student in our school, and I brought it here to show you today, because I wanted him to

Also participate in this ancient poetry contest."

"A student in your school?" Sun Shiying frowned and said, "Isn't that your high school? A high school student can't write any good poems, can he?"

Although talent is a very important aspect of writing poetry and lyrics, it requires profound literary accomplishment and the accumulation of years to better bring out this talent.

Today's high school students may be able to write natural poems without carvings, but they probably don't have much foundation, so Sun Shiying is not very keen on it.

Wu Chuan did not explain, but said: "You will know after taking a look."

Sun Shiying nodded and looked at the piece of paper Wu Chuan handed him.

"Returning to the State at Dusk".

When he saw the title of this poem, Sun Shiying was not very impressed. After he read the whole poem, he chewed it carefully and then sighed: "This poem is actually well written! It's very good."

"

Wu Chuan said somewhat proudly: "It's not bad, right? I'll just say it."

"It's really good. I can be regarded as a seed player." Sun Shiying said with a smile: "The wind is biting at the end of the mountain, and the forest tops are half smokey. These two sentences are really used! It really doesn't look like a high school.

If a student can write it, it won’t be your ghostwriting, right?”

Wu Chuan waved his hand quickly: "Are you kidding me? If I really wrote it, why would I go through all the trouble? Just say I wrote it, right? But, Brother Sun, look at the next poem."

"Hmm." Sun Shiying was already fully interested. Although he was well-informed, he was surprised that a high school student could write such a poem.

While thinking this, he read the following poem.

"Langtaosha·Beidaihe".

"From poetry to lyrics...this guy is really quite capable." Sun Shiying thought in her heart: "But I don't know how well I wrote this poem?"

Although many people are proficient in poetry at the same time, many people are only proficient in one of them. After all, the Chinese nation has so many years of poetry history, and each of them is enough to study for a lifetime.

The first sentence, the heavy rain falls on the quiet swallows, and the white waves surge into the sky!

"What a huge momentum!" A person may be able to elaborate on the words used in a poem, but the momentum is often revealed naturally.

These two sentences instantly made Sun Shiying extremely excited.

"There are no fishing boats in sight outside Qinhuangdao. Who do you know where to go?"

Beidaihe's majestic momentum was vividly outlined by these words, making Sun Shiying feel that the emotions in her heart were instantly stirred up, and the blood in her chest was slowly ignited.

"Thousands of years have passed since the past. Wei Wu whipped his whip, and the Jieshi in the east left a legacy. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed!"

From the scenery to the discussion, the blood in the chest was slowly ignited at this time, and turned into a raging fire in an instant!

This is a hearty reading experience!

The grandeur of Beidaihe at the turn of summer and autumn, and the broad-mindedness of the mountains and rivers, entered Sun Shiying's mind from this poem in an instant!

The abyss is like the sound of thousands of mountains, and the water is like the waves of thousands of hectares!

Sun Shiying couldn't bear to put down this poem. After reading it three times, she slowly raised her head and said, "Is this written by your student?"

"Yes, a student who is about to graduate in his third year of high school!" Wu Chuan saw Sun Shiying's expression and knew that he was also shocked by this poem, and his words were not without pride.

"A high school student can actually have such momentum!" Sun Shiying shook his head and sighed: "Why do I feel that I have wasted my time after studying poetry for more than 20 years?"

Wu Chuan said: "Actually, I had this idea before... But if I think about it carefully, writing poems and lyrics is different from writing articles. Writing poems and lyrics requires more talent and talent, which cannot be practiced."

Sun Shiying also nodded in agreement: "You are right, it seems that this Li Chencan is right? He is a talented person. I have accepted every word of this poem! You really sent it to me in time.

"Langtaosha·Beidaihe", now, let's see if any of them can still laugh at me, no one in Shu!"

Wu Chuan said happily: "Then everything depends on you. I also hope that this poem by Li Chencan can get the honor he deserves."

"rest assured."

Li Chencan received the news from Yu Feng that his ancient poems had been selected and would represent Tianfu in the expedition. Although he was not calm, he didn't feel too much...

The college entrance examination is still approaching day by day. Although the imperial college entrance examination is not as scary as the thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge in the previous life, it is still an important criterion for judging a student's years of study.

Li Chencan also silently encouraged himself. He needed to pass the college entrance examination to reassure his parents, and also hoped to gain greater glory through the college entrance examination. He has a twice as smart brain and a photographic memory. It should not be easy to achieve these.

Disaster.

Zuo Hong, the head teacher, and Li Dong in the class are also working hard to improve themselves. Recently, Li Dong has been focusing on retreat and wants to defeat Li Chencan in the ultimate showdown in the college entrance examination!

The college entrance examination is coming day by day, and Ye Hanxue is working hard every day. Even if class is over, there is very little noise. The light from the window falls in finely, and dust is scattered in the air. Everything,

It all made Li Chencan feel as if he had returned to his own time and space, back to the eve of preparing for the college entrance examination.

And when I was eighteen years old, I didn't get admitted to college... After that, I began to struggle through the years and start wandering around.

In this life, he can no longer do that...