It’s just a poem, and everyone didn’t know what to say for a moment, because the poem had a far-reaching meaning, and the strong flavor of concern for the country and the people came to the fore. This is not a poem that a scholar could write, if it weren’t for the imperial court
How could anyone, such a loyal and loyal minister, be able to produce such a masterpiece?
Everyone couldn't help but look at the handsome young man named Ye Aniu, and couldn't help but sigh. People say it's hard to tell the difference between male and female. When you look at him, you clearly know that he is a man, but for a moment, you even think that he is more beautiful than a woman.
Be beautiful and enchanting. People only take one look at it and can't help but look away. It seems that such people should not consider the peace of the country and the people, but should consider the rouge powder and flowers.
Nowadays, there are more people writing poems, but if you can write your concern for the country and the people into your poems, you will undoubtedly be better in terms of conception. Moreover, Ye Aniu's poems not only rhyme neatly, but also connect the past and the future, and every sentence is close to the common people.
How can it be compared to ordinary people?
"The saints work in the field, and the people are like grains. The customs of the country are frugal and honest, and the people have enough to provide for their families. A man plows a few ridges, and the wanderings are like clouds. A silkworm spins a few silks, and the silkworms are like a mountain. Peace cannot exist by itself, and there is fierce desolation.
What's more, Shen Nong and Hou Ji should be weeping if they have spirits.
." Zhang Xiaowu repeated the poem in a low voice and took a breath of air-conditioning. He closed his eyes and felt the artistic conception of the poem. Suddenly, there appeared in front of him a picture of the misery of the people, the emergence of traitors in the court, and the corrupt officials who were detrimental to the people's livelihood.
The scene comes.
"Oh no! Aren't you scolding me?" Zhang Xiaowu reacted immediately and couldn't laugh or cry. Ye Aniu, who was pretending to be a woman, actually scolded himself through a poem. This was not bad. But he couldn't refute it, at least he knew
The current situation in the imperial court, although he and the central government are trying their best to
Although Zhang Xiaowu was determined to maintain this huge and ancient empire, the officials involved in corruption and bribery, and oppressed the people, seemed to be seriously ill. The reason why Zhang Xiaowu wanted to establish various colleges and create a modern university system was actually to use these college students to
Replace old officials and bring new life to the Holy Han Empire.
At this time Wang Jingzhi came over, and Zhang Xiaowu asked him: "Brother Ma, what do you think of this poem?"
Wang Jingzhi teased: "Brother Liang, it can be seen from your expression that you like this poem very much. However, this poem does not seem to be very friendly to you. Do you feel it?"
Zhang Xiaowu nodded and said: "I really like this poem, and I admire Ye Aniu who wrote the poem. No matter who this person is, I want to get to know him and ask him for advice. Brother Ma,
Do you recognize this person? Why have I never heard of Long Du having such a talent? Is he probably a young master from some aristocratic family?"
Wang Jingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, if he takes part in the imperial examination, he will definitely win the top prize."
"You mean he won't take part in the imperial examination?" Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but ask, and then he realized that he couldn't help laughing. He saw that this person was a woman disguised as a man. Since he was a woman disguised as a man, this person must be a woman, so it would be okay if he couldn't take part in the imperial examination.
It's normal. But when I think about women not being able to take part in the imperial examination,
It is indeed a bit discriminatory against women, but this has been a rule for thousands of years. The reason why the Holy Han Empire did not allow women to serve as officials is because women are more impulsive than men and less able to think rationally. There are very few impulsive men, while women
There are many people who are impulsive. How can future generations fail to understand the truth that the ancients knew.
Wang Jingzhi smiled and asked: "Do you like this person who scolds you very much?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "How do you say this? It seems that I like to be abused." He said in his heart, I am not shaking my pussy, I don't have the habit of being abused.
Wang Jingzhi smiled and said: "That's good. Although you are not familiar with this person, he is very famous." As he was talking, he suddenly saw Han Sanhu, the representative of the southern students, abandoning his pen and crumpling the half-finished poem on the table.
Waste paper, then turned around and bowed to Ye Aniu,
He took a long breath and said: "Young Master Ye is a great talent, but I feel that I am not one-tenth as good as you, so I won't show off my small work to embarrass myself. In this battle, I am convinced that I have lost. If I am lucky enough in the future, Han will definitely show my respect to you."
Mr. Ye, please give me some advice. I lost this round."
Seeing Han Sanhu admit defeat so straightforwardly, everyone didn't notice him. After all, Ye A Niu's poem was so good that anyone who came forward would unconsciously give way. It can only be said that Han Sanhu was simply too much.
I was unlucky to meet such a genius who wrote poetry.
It's just that Ye A Niu's reputation is too small. How come everyone doesn't know who he is? It's as if this person fell from the sky. Everyone can't help but continue to look at him. Ye A Niu's face turns red when everyone sees him, and he turns to face Dan.
The Taiwan security guard said: "Mr. Sanchi, let's do the next one."
Tantai Baoxin was also busy organizing the third game. In the third game, the topic given by Master Fan and the other three was candles, and the representative sent by the southern students was Yuezhou Long Qianzi. You can tell by the name that this is Long Qianzi
He was not a Han, but a Chinese-speaking barbarian. Everyone couldn't help but be more curious about what kind of ability this man was able to fight on behalf of the students from the south.
The person who came up in line from the northern representative was Xiao Zhian.
Among the ten young masters, Xiao Zhi'an is the most handsome, unrestrained and talented. Although it is difficult to distinguish the male and female of Ye Aniu, Xiao Zhi'an is the most handsome man in line with the public's aesthetics. There is a heroic atmosphere between his eyebrows, coupled with this
She is only nineteen years old, and has become a being that many wealthy ladies in Longdu City are flocking to.
The result of the poetry competition between the two made all the spectators and supporters happy. Xiao Zhian's poem "Night Candle" narrowly defeated Long Qianzi's "Mingguang" by a vote of two to one.
Long Qianzi was ashamed, but Hu Yanzhan on the side didn't care. He smiled faintly and said: "Brother Long, you are better than him when it comes to writing poetry, but when it comes to aura, you are not as good as him."
Long Qianzi said: "Is it because I am not a Han?"
Hu Yanzhan smiled and said, "Even if you are not a Han Chinese, have we ever despised you? Have we ever neglected you? Have we ever treated you as an outsider?"
Long Qianzi smiled bitterly: "No, I'm just too worried."
Hu Yanzhan said: "Because this is Longdu, the students watching the excitement around are mostly northerners. Although your poems are slightly better than others, they are not the same. So under the clamor of the northern students around you, the three adults felt a little bit.
It doesn't matter too much if you prefer him."
Long Qianzi asked: "How should we compare in this fourth game? Now our score is 1 to 2, falling behind them."
Hu Yanzhan said with a smile: "I have selected a representative, don't worry, if this person appears, he will definitely win."
Long Qianzi asked curiously: "Who is it?"
Hu Yanzhan smiled and said nothing, and asked someone to hand the note to Tantai Baoxin.
"Title, Long He."
"Representative of northern students, Sizhou Ji Xiaoqiang."
"Representative of southern students, Muzhou Liu Yuanqing!"