Poetry Contest

"I am so angry, I point my sword at the direction. How many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land? Why should I hesitate to die for my country? I can't help but sigh and my eyes are filled with tears..."

When "Loyalty to the Country" came out, the words were plain, not heart-wrenching, but the words were clear and round, and the heroic spirit in the lyrics was told slowly and steadily.

No one knew this tune, and they didn't feel how complicated the words were, but the artistic conception expressed in the lyrics gave people indescribable power, as if there was a fire burning in their hearts, making people's blood boil uncontrollably.

However...

The feelings expressed in the lyrics don't seem to be particularly related to the word "river and mountain", right?

"Good!"

A lonely voice came from the pavilion, and only the girl from Jiangnan clapped her hands with all her might, extremely excited.

"What's good?!"

Ouyang Changhao said angrily: "Master Ke clearly said that the theme is 'Rivers and Mountains', and Xia Shang's lyrics are full of 'serving the country'. How can the two be confused? Master Ke, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Ke Xiaofeng looked at Xia Shang: "What explanation does Master Xia have?"

Xia Shang smiled: "Xia first asks you, can you point fingers at the word 'Rivers and Mountains'? Only the current emperor can 'point fingers at the rivers and mountains'. We are just scholars. Why should we talk about the picturesque rivers and mountains? What about overlooking the mountains? As the people of Dahua, we can only protect the 'Rivers and Mountains', not 'point fingers at the rivers and mountains'. Serving the country with loyalty is the rivers and mountains in my heart!"

Others were silent, looking at Xia Shang with a slightly strange look, even a little scary.

This eloquent mouth can really turn the sun and the moon upside down and confuse black and white. No one can say a word of 'no' after hearing this.

Although no one praised her, everyone's expressions said it all.

At first, Ke Xiaofeng only compared with Xia Shang for the princess's order.

Now that she has seen Xia Shang's performances, she knows that this talented man is a great man in Yangzhou!

Although Ke Xiaofeng was born a girl, she has always been a leader in the capital. At the age of 16, she was already the most talented woman in the capital. At the age of 22, she was called a master. She was extremely elegant and praised. She was a proud woman who had never lost to anyone in literary competitions.

After seeing Xia Shang's talent, she was really moved by the desire to be superior.

"Mr. Xia is indeed talented. Today, I, Ke Xiaofeng, want to ask for advice. Please give me a question."

Ke Xiaofeng stood up and stood in front of Xia Shang, looking at Xia Shang with burning eyes, and stopped talking nonsense.

When the two looked at each other, the atmosphere in the field suddenly tensed, like the calm before the storm.

Seeing that the two were already on edge, the head of the Ouyang family made up a question without thinking: "Let's compete in poetry! Let's use 'plum' as the topic. Both sides take turns to write poems until one of them has nothing to write. Let's see who writes better and faster."

The rules of this question are simple and clear, and "plum" is also a common topic.

But if you take turns to write poems until one side can't write any more, it's a bit difficult.

No matter how capable you are, it's rare to write three or five poems in a row on a question, but I don't know how the two people in front of me will perform?

Ke Xiaofeng is known as the immortal poet in the capital, and even in Yangzhou, there are stories about her, saying that she is the best poet in the world.

If we only compare poems, it seems a bit biased towards Ke Xiaofeng.

Ke Xiaofeng also felt that the comparison was too favorable to her, so she said with a smile: "Let's change the topic. Mr. Xia is at a disadvantage if we compare him to writing poems."

"What to change? Writing poems is simple, so let's compare them to writing poems."

Ouyang Changhao sneered: "You are so ignorant, how dare you compare poems with Mr. Ke?"

"Mr. Xia, are you really not going to change?"

"No? Miss Feng, please start."

When it comes to writing poems, Ke Xiaofeng's demeanor changes, and in an instant he becomes another person, nodding and chanting:

"The dense snow is not endless, Yao is afraid of the sparse plums.

The pride is eternal, and the new and wonderful poems are like poems."

"Good!"

There was a cheer in the pavilion. Being able to write poems in such a short period of time is worthy of the name of the Immortal Poet.

However, when the Immortal Poet finished reciting, the young man opposite him spoke without a pause.

"A few petals are just beginning to contain snow, and it is hard to draw a picture of the lonely petals.

The fragrance has a unique rhythm, and it is so pure that you don't feel the cold.

Listen to the flute and the sorrow, and look at the branches leaning against the sick branches.

If the north wind understands my feelings, don't destroy me easily."

Ke Xiaofeng said four sentences, and Xia Shang immediately responded with eight sentences.

Not to mention the spectators, even Ke Xiaofeng was stunned.

There was no time to analyze the quality of the poem. Ke Xiaofeng paced around Xia Shang, her eyes lit up:

"The snow dances in the sky, the plum fragrance fills the neighborhood.

The wonderful mind is seen at leisure, the white joy of winter is coming."

Xia Shang immediately added:

"I heard that the plum blossoms burst in the morning breeze, and the snow piles up all over the four mountains.

Where can I turn into billions, a plum tree and a Fangweng."

Ke Xiaofeng's face changed again, and she paced around Xia Shang again:

"How many times in life can I encounter plum blossoms and snow, and there are many strange plants and trees, but there are few visitors to appreciate them.

The sparse shadows are drunk in the white wind, waiting for you to come and paint this masterpiece."

Xia Shang:

"How can the secluded valley bear the northern branches? Every year, I feel that the flowers bloom late.

Do you know the high-profile and elegant rhyme? It's when the ice and snow are piled up."

...

Under the bright sunshine, the backyard of Liuzhuang is full of talented men and beautiful women. It's so lively. Who cares about the hot summer when they are talking happily? Talking and laughing, competing in poetry, playing and singing, and chatting, formed a beautiful landscape among the green mountains and green waters.

However, the men and women who were chatting outside the pavilion halfway up the mountain gradually heard the voice coming from the hall.

A man and a woman.

The voices sounded like poems one after another...

Gradually, everyone was attracted.

Only by listening carefully and understanding the poetry competition between the two people, can you feel what a magnificent war this is.

If you don't hear it with your own ears, who would dare to believe that writing poems can be as smooth as speaking?

I don't know if it was prepared in advance or what?

In the pavilion, Xia Shang and Ke Xiaofeng were sweating profusely.

The two have been competing against each other and have made no less than twenty poems about "plum" in a row.

At this time, Ke Xiaofeng's speed of writing poems has obviously slowed down, and his speech is no longer so sure.

"The distant valleys... hide the scenery, the snow-capped mountains appear when the door is opened.

The cold fragrance cleanses... the lungs, the plum blossoms... try the new cold."

Xia Shang has broadened his horizons today!

His knowledge of poetry is entirely based on his memory of his previous life, all of which are other people's works, and he copied them here and there to use for himself.

But Ke Xiaofeng is different, that is really a real temporary creation. At the beginning, he really took three steps to write one, and they were all quite artistic. The name of the poet is really well-deserved! Not to mention that Ke Xiaofeng is now slow in writing poems, Xia Shang is also very anxious, because he has said all the poems about plum blossoms that he can think of, and he doesn't know what to say if he is asked to say more.

"There are a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold.

I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance."

This is Xia Shang's last one!

All the famous lines from the bottom of the box are brought out.

If Ke Xiaofeng can write again, then Xia Shang will have no choice.

I thought that with this famous poem, even if the number of poems could not be compared, at least the quality would be better.

"A few plum branches in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snow, because of the faint fragrance..." When this last poem came out, Ke Xiaofeng's face turned pale, thinking that such a masterpiece, let alone whether I can still write? Even if I write millions of chapters, what's the use?

One poem is better than a thousand words!

"Lost? I actually lost? No! I didn't lose! These poems were not written by you!"

Ke Xiaofeng's face changed again, pointing at Xia Shang and scolding coldly.