Just a few strokes of the pen, no extra points in the text!
In just a moment, a complete poem appeared on the rice paper.
If nothing else, just look at the momentum of this poem, there is a rush of ambition, and there is a magnanimity that makes people marvel.
"Wangyue!"
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young."
"The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dusk."
"Zeng Yun is born when the chest is widened, and the returning bird returns to the canthus."
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
The writing was astounding.
Huang Tinghui had already stepped aside, but at this time Li Baichong was speechless.
The poems and prose of the Dasheng Dynasty paid most attention to antithesis and rhythm.
Therefore, rhythmic poetry was quite popular in this era and was pursued by literati.
Judging from Li Baichong's status as a civil servant, when I first saw the first line of the poem.
I just feel like it's just mediocre, quite ordinary, and there's nothing too outstanding about it.
When it came to the second line of the poem, Li Baichong made a somewhat surprised sound. As a scholar, he was a very prestigious and talented person in the world.
Li Baichong studied poetry quite deeply, and these two lines of poetry caught his attention almost instantly.
"The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dusk."
Li Baichong softly recited these two lines of poetry. They were only two lines and only ten words, and they outlined the magical beauty and majestic image of Mount Tai that he had seen.
Just the word "clock" has already brought everything in the world to life.
Magical and beautiful, the beauty of Mount Tai is reflected in this short poem.
The side facing the sun in front of the mountain is called "yang", and the side behind the mountain facing away from the sun is called "yin".
The dusk and dawn of the sky are divided into yin and yang by Mount Tai.
What a wonderful stroke of writing. He only used the word "cut" to describe the power of the tall Mount Tai to dominate everything.
With just a few words, the still Taishan was filled with majestic power, giving him the feeling of "if you don't say anything, you will never stop".
As for the two sentences "Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the bird returns to the canthus"."
Seeing the endless clouds in the mountains, my heart is also rippling.
My mind and heart suddenly broadened because I climbed Mount Tai.
There is quite a feeling of "pushing aside the clouds and seeing the moonlight", a feeling of sudden ambition.
But what shocked Li Baichong the most, and made him speechless with horror, were the two finishing touches at the end.
"You will be the best, and you will be able to see everyone at a glance!"
If we only read the first few sentences, Li Baichong would only think that this poem written by Huang Tinghui is about the magnificence of Mount Tai.
It is a masterpiece among landscape poems.
But it’s just the last two sentences that bring this poem to another realm.
This sentence is the last sentence, once again highlighting the height of Mount Tai.
At the same time, he wrote the majestic posture and momentum of looking at everything, and also showed the boldness and courage of the person who wrote the poem.
It's really wonderful, it's really a masterpiece.
For a moment, even Li Baichong was speechless.
At first he just thought Huang Tinghui was just a talented scholar.
But now it seems that he really made a mistake.
How could such a talented person be an ordinary scholar?
If I missed such a talented student, wouldn't it be a joke to insist on "cultivating pillars for the country"?
After a long while, Li Baichong stroked his beard and said with great emotion: "The five words 'Qilu Qing is not over' will last forever."
"'Young is not over' is a good phrase, but 'How is your husband' is so confusing? It's not just a sentence."
"The phrase 'breast expansion' does not have to be incomprehensible. When you climb high, your mind will wander, and you will see its interest. The next sentence will be painful."
After finishing his evaluation, Li Baichong sighed again and added: "The description of other people's travels to Mount Tai cannot be described in a thousand words."
"Now you have said it all in just a few words."
"In just a few words, Taiyue is said to be upright and awe-inspiring, and it will be an eternal masterpiece."
"Every word can make ghosts weep with phosphorus and crack their gallbladder."
“It’s really a masterpiece!”
At the end of the sentence, Li Baichong added, "Sure enough, this is a generation of talented people!"
"Bai Chong!"
"Far worse!"
After saying that, Li Baichong, who was the master of the examination, took a step back and saluted Huang Tinghui.
Huang Tinghui knew that if this poem was written, it would definitely impress Li Baichong.
But I didn't expect that Li Baichong's reaction would be so great.
"Such a great talent, if Bai Chongru doesn't take it for Luyang Academy."
"I'm afraid the world will say that I, Li Baichong, am dim-sighted and blind."
Li Baichong stroked his beard and said happily to Huang Tinghui.
Different from just reminiscing with the old patriarch before, when he looked at Huang Tinghui now, it was as if he was looking at a piece of uncut jade.
The intense gaze made Huang Tinghui's scalp feel numb.
This was the case with ancient scholars. Once they discovered a potential talent, they would probably behave like this.
Especially those great Confucians who are persistent and principled.
Isn't their life-long wish to have the king's rule bring prosperity to culture and peace to the world?
To speak ten thousand steps back, promote those who are behind.
Perhaps it will also allow them to leave a good name in history.
Can leave some good talk among scholars.
As scholar-bureaucrats of the Great Sheng Dynasty, aren't these the things they pursue?
Listening to his cousin talking about these things, the old patriarch didn't understand the situation for a while.
He glanced at Huang Tinghui and then at Li Baichong.
"Cousin, can this boy catch your eye?"
"I don't understand poetry or anything like that!"
"But Brother Hui is talented, I still understand this!"
Although the old patriarch is illiterate, let alone poetry.
But he is still very clear about the ways of the world, and looked at Li Baichong with a smile on his face.
The old patriarch then understood that Hui Geer's poem must be extremely well written.
My cousin is talented, but he is also a very principled person.
If he wasn't impressed by his talent, no matter how much money he put in front of him.
Based on his performance just now, he might have rejected him outright.
Now he can still smile at Huang Tinghui and praise Huang Tinghui.
That shows that his cousin really takes Huang Tinghui seriously.
Of course, this is what the old patriarch wants to see most.
"Famous badge!"
"I can't write this poem written by Huang Xiaolangjun!"
"Although this dynasty does not select scholars based on poetry, the talent of scholars can still be seen from poetry."
"Huang Xiaolangjun is a piece of rough jade. If he can be carefully crafted, he may not be able to become the pillar of the country in the future!"
"Mingzhang, if he achieves anything in the future, then all this will be your credit!"
Li Baichong was also extremely happy. He patted his cousin on the shoulder and said.
"Cousin, do you mean that Tinghui can study in Luyang Academy?" The old patriarch's voice was trembling, and he looked at Li Baichong expectantly and said.
"It's natural!"
"Luyang Academy cultivates talents for the country, and Mr. Huang Xiaolang has real talents and practical knowledge!"
"If Luyang Academy doesn't take him, it will be Luyang Academy's loss."
After saying these words, the old patriarch was already in tears.
He patted Huang Tinghui's shoulder and said over and over again: "Okay!"
"OK!!"
"Brother Hui can study in Luyang Academy, that would be the best!"
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Chapter completed!