"The sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea."
Guan Xingren nodded slightly, "What should be written is the scenery seen when climbing up the stairs...the scenery is magnificent and powerful."
Keep reading, "If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."
Guan Xingren's eyes suddenly widened, "This..."
When I first read these two lines of poetry, it seemed that they just described the process of climbing the stairs in a straightforward manner, but when I savored it carefully, Guan Xingren's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit.
"This poem... is incredible!"
Looking at the poems and essays that had been copied next to him, Guan Xingren put all the poems and essays aside and began to copy the poem "Ascending the Ninth Tower" word by word.
An indescribable emotion spread in my heart.
Especially the last two sentences kept echoing in my mind. At first it was just like a human voice in my ears, but later it was almost deafening.
It seemed that I had exhausted all my strength to copy this poem.
Guan Xingren's hands were trembling, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to express.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.
How much hope and longing does "desire to be poor" and "better" contain?
If you have not personally experienced hardship, you cannot truly feel your inner desire for a better future.
Guan Xingren put down the brush in his hand, stood up suddenly, and buried his head in the cold and biting water.
He is not one of those masters Wenzong who stands in the clouds and cannot even enter the academy.
He is just a ninth-grade scribe struggling at the bottom.
To hit the list of literary saints? I can only think about it in my heart, and I don’t even have the courage to say it to the outside world.
Because once you say it, it will only make people laugh.
Those astonishing talents, those masters of literature and art, swayed freely on the list of literary saints, making waves, attracting the admiration of the world, and the admiration of millions of scribes.
As for him, he didn't have top-notch talents, and even in the county school he was among the mediocre ones. He could only rely on the water dripping from the gaps between other people's fingers to practice hard.
But which scholar doesn’t want to denounce Fang Qiu? Doesn’t want to show his sage to the world?
The water was as cold as ice. Guan Xingren stood up slowly, gasping for air, and the water droplets on his face kept falling.
"This is the poem."
Guan Xingren focused his attention on the poet's name.
Too white.
A name I have never heard of!
From...White Deer Academy!
Guan Xingren suppressed the excitement in his heart and sat back at his desk. "Other poems are not important. I only concentrate on interpreting this poem."
"Even I can figure out why this poem is ranked so low."
Guan Xingren shook his head in confusion, added some lamp oil, and began to patiently interpret.
I also want to see farther scenery.
Eighth grade, seventh grade, and even sixth grade!
Taibai, I don't have your amazing talent, but I won't give up just yet.
Maybe you will become famous all over the world soon, but I promise, I will go up step by step.
Maybe one day, I can thank you in person.
Thank you for this poem!
Guan Xingren's heart was agitated, and finally a line of hot tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
I will go to the next level, I will!
…
Early the next morning,
Guan Xingren packed up the scattered papers on his desk, left behind the final page of the review article, washed his face with cold water, and hurriedly left home.
Wait early in the teahouse agreed with your classmates.
After the tea in front of me had cooled down, I replaced it with another pot, and then my classmates came over one after another.
"Brother Guan, why are you so early today?"
"It seems that Brother Guan stayed up all night last night."
A total of six people came and sat around the table.
Guan Xingren looked haggard at this time, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
He took out the criticism articles he had compiled from his pocket and asked, "Did you gain anything from yesterday's list of literary saints?"
As soon as this question was raised, the other six people immediately started chatting.
"I have chosen seven poems here. Maybe there is a chance that they will be on the list in January." One person took out the poems he copied.
"I picked ten songs. Although there are no great masters like Wen Zong on the January Literary Saints List, there are quite a few that are of high quality."
"You're right. The rankings of the top 50 are changing too fast this time. I picked five songs with the fastest rising momentum. Even if the competition for the list starts on the fifth day of the lunar month, there is still a chance to stay on the literary sage list."
…
Guan Xingren looked at several classmates and asked, "Which song do you value most?"
These six people were obviously already prepared.
"This poem "Inscribed on the Stone Forest Stele" was written by students of Songyue Academy, and it has now risen to the thirteenth place."
"My song "Yong Chrysanthemum" is also pretty good. It's currently ranked seventeenth."
""Green Pine" ranked third is so majestic, I think it will rise to first place soon."
Several people chatted and expressed their own opinions.
Guan Xingren also nodded. He copied these poems last night and they were indeed of high quality.
Several people said, turning their attention to Guan Xingren, "Brother Guan, which song did you pick?"
Guan Xingren spread out the paper in his hand and said, "Ascending the Ninth Tower."
As soon as the title of the poem came out, several people looked at each other.
"Brother Guan, it seems that this poem is not among the top fifty, right? Where did you pick it out?"
"The ones ranked at the back are meaningless. When the competition for the rankings comes on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the top fifty will basically be cleared."
"The top 50 now will become the bottom 50 later. If you choose the last 50 now, you will be kicked down the list when the time comes. It doesn't make any sense."
Several people summoned their respective literary documents and looked at what Guan Xingren said about "Climbing the Ninth Tower".
When they saw the rankings, everyone looked at Guan Xingren in disbelief.
"This poem was written by a student from White Deer Academy. I'm afraid it started to work hard when it first appeared on the list. Today is the second day of junior high school and it's only ranked 93rd."
"There's no chance. Let's not waste time on this poem."
Guan Xingren shook his head and said calmly, "I have already worshiped the literary name."
As soon as these words came out, the tea table suddenly became quiet, and the six people all stared at Guan Xingren, full of shock.
When praying to someone's name, the first word of worship is okay. It's okay to say "worship".
It means that this poem on the list of literary saints that month convinced me.
It doesn't matter what you say, but once it comes to worshiping the name of the poem, it means that it shares weal and woe with this poem and is closely related to it.
The higher the poetry ranking, the more literary scholars who worship the literary name can get more additional literary spirit rewards on the Literary Saint List.
However, once a poem fails the ranking, the scribes who paid tribute to the poem will suffer a loss of literary spirit, a turmoil in the literary palace, and even the literary system may be affected.
It is related to the future and destiny of scribes, and most scribes would not dare to worship literary names.
Unless the master Wenzong takes action, it will attract many scribes to worship the literary name. After all, even if such a person does not have a high ranking, he will not fail the list and the quality is guaranteed.
This is also the reason why those great masters of Wen Zong can hit the list of literary saints even if they do not rely on the Academy and Imperial College.
Worshiping literary names can help poetry and prose gather more fame.
It's like preaching a poem in public to a hundred people. Among the hundred people, only ten people may be truly impressed. These ten people are the basis for the reputation on the Literary Saint List.
And praying for a literary name means that a scholar is willing to bet his own future and destiny. A single literary name can be worth hundreds of thousands of people.
The two are not the same.
But now, Guan Xingren, who is most famous for his stability and pragmatism, has actually worshiped a literary name, and he also worshiped a literary name for a poem that was only ranked 93rd.
Everyone present was shocked.
You can't express your passion like this.
"Brother Guan, are you crazy? We have already worked very hard to accumulate cultural knowledge in daily life, why do we need to do such an unwise thing?"
"Even if you want to pray for a literary name, you have to wait until the fifth day of the fifth year to find a master-level existence. Although you will get less literary power, at least it will not backfire on you."
"Brother Guan, you are too anxious. Although the lower the ranking, the more literary rewards you will get when the literary saint list is settled, but this is too risky."
…
The concern of several people was palpable. They were all classmates and good friends, and they did not want to see Guan Xingren endangering his future because of his impulsiveness.
Guan Xingren summoned the paper basket, and everyone looked at it and sighed, it was too late.
The title of the poem "Ascending the Ninth Tower" is clearly engraved on Guan Xingren's writing utensil.
"Don't panic, please read the poems carefully. I trust your own vision."
For Guan Xingren, once he fails to seek literary fame, most of his hard-earned literary spirit may be lost, and it may even endanger the literary palace.
But he has no regrets.
After the six people heard this, they stopped talking and carefully read this poem that made Guan Xingren "lost his heart and went crazy".
After a while, the tea table was silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the gradually heavier breathing of these people.
"This... seems to be simple and simple in writing, but for some reason, it makes my mind sway."
"I feel the same way. When I first read it, I felt it was just average. But the more I read, the more I can feel the high spirit contained in it."
Guan Xingren pointed to the paper he spread out,
"This is a critical article that I spent three hours writing last night, but I can only interpret the superficial meaning."
"The deeper things are no longer visible at my level."
"In my opinion, this poem is likely to soar into the sky on the January Literary Saints List."
Several people breathed a long sigh of relief,
"It is indeed possible to soar into the sky. Even if the tide of competition for rankings comes on the fifth day of the new year, you can still break into the top 50."
"The first fifty? January is not a month for rankings. Only a very few masters such as Wen Zong will take action. This song "Ascend the Ninth Tower" was at least written by a master-level figure, and there are more than fifty."
"Master? This Taibai is a name that has never appeared before. This is the first time this name appears on the list of literary saints. Which of those masters has not left at least five top thirty poems on the list of literary saints?"
"I'm surprised. This poem was obviously written by a student of the academy, and the quality is so high. Why is it only ranked 93rd? It shouldn't be."
"I feel like I really have to work hard like other academy students. This song "Ascend the Ninth Tower" can be ranked among the top ten!"
"This Taibai is probably another astonishing talent who is just starting out and can be compared to the master level!"
…
Guan Xingren drank up the cold tea in front of him in one gulp.
"I suspect that Taibai did not mobilize the power of the academy at all, but just put his name on it. Otherwise, this poem should have been saved for the competition for the list on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month."
Everyone nodded, this was the only possibility.
One person couldn't help but made a bad word,
"Academy? I feel that even if Taibai wrote it in a pigsty, this poem would definitely be on the literary list."