Yes, who was the first person to see the moon by the river, and in which year did the moon on the river first shine on people?

Life is endless, generation after generation; only the moon is eternal.

Individual lives are fleeting, but the transmission of knowledge from generation to generation ensures the eternal existence of humanity. The moon remains the same, but humans have come and gone through countless generations.

Wang Weimin finished thinking, then quickly took out a piece of paper, and then took out a brush, and wrote on the paper the poem "Spring River Moon Night" that Li Changle had just recited.

Li Changle also looked at Wang Weimin's calligraphy with great interest. She didn't expect that her future father-in-law had such high attainments in calligraphy.

It took Wang Weimin five minutes to look at his calligraphy work with great satisfaction. Only after he finished all this did Wang Weimin turn his gaze to Li Changle.

Looking at Li Changle was like looking at a monster. He had never thought about the thoughts on life in the poems. How did Li Changle come up with such thoughts and put them into the poems?

Wang Weimin began to feel that what his teacher Ye Xiande said was not without reason. Li Changle could not write many poems a year, but when he really wrote, what he produced would shock people's minds. It was really a case of making a big splash when one did not make a name for himself.

Young people like these should really write poetry well. Otherwise, the current poetry world will miss out on countless such works.

This kid really needs to be kept an eye on. He is too lazy. It is unjust that he doesn't write poetry with such talent. I have to let him produce more in the future. Wang Weimin made a secret decision in his heart.

Li Changle found that Wang Weimin looked at her with a shocked expression at first, and then his eyes gradually became hot, which made Li Changle feel a little numb.

"This poem is good, very good, hahahaha..." Wang Weimin walked up to Li Changle, patted Li Changle on the shoulder, and laughed out loud.

"I really didn't expect you to write such a thought-provoking poem. The descriptions of the river and the moon in the first half are already very poetic, but the final question to the heavens directly elevates the entire poem. You are truly talented, absolutely talented!"

Wang Weimin praised Li Changle highly and was satisfied with him no matter how he looked at her. He was even more grateful for his original decision. If he really had a falling out with Siyi, where would he find such a good son-in-law?

Li Changle regarded Wang Weimin's thanks and compliments as praises for Zhang Ruoxu, and could only smile in response.

Any praise for "Spring River Moon Night" is well worth it and would not feel excessive, because this poem truly embodies the beauty of poetry and takes into account the sublimation of thought.

In Li Changle's mind, when it comes to poetry alone, when it comes to singing about the moon, there is no poem that can surpass it, Spring River Flower Moon Night. After all, it is not just a saying that this single poem surpasses all the other poems in the Tang Dynasty.

"If you take this poem to this year's poetry conference, you won't need any competition for first place." Wang Weimin said confidently.

But Wang Weimin seemed to remember something, and asked anxiously, "You just said you wrote two poems, where's the other one?"

Although Wang Weimin believed that "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon" was enough to win the championship of the poetry competition, it did not affect his desire to know what another poem written by Li Changle was like.

"Spring River Flowers and Night Moon" is already extremely brilliant. In Wang Weimin's heart, he believes that there will never be a more brilliant poem about the moon than this one.

But as mentioned before, Wang Weimin has always guessed Li Changle's poems with the greatest expectations.

What if there really is a poem about the moon that is better than the one just mentioned, "Spring River Moon Night", then it can only be written by Li Changle.

Wang Weimin could only say that he was extremely excited, and he looked at Li Changle with anticipation. When it came to poetry, as long as the other person wrote better than him, Wang Weimin would be willing to lower his status.

Li Changle pondered for a moment, then said, "This is a ci poem, the title of which is 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou'."

It turned out to be a ci poem, but then Wang Weimin felt it was natural. It would be difficult to find a poem about the moon that was more brilliant than "Spring River Moon Night". It was unexpected but reasonable that the second poem was a ci poem.

Li Changle cleared his throat and then slowly recited: "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my wine cup to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven..."

Before Li Changle finished reciting the first verse, Wang Weimin was once again completely stunned. This poem was no less artistically profound than "Spring River Moon Night"...

This was not over yet. Before Wang Weimin could think too much, Li Changle recited the next stanza.

"…People experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything at once. I wish you a long life, and that we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart..." Wang Weimin fell into deep thought again, and then he muttered the last two sentences over and over again to himself.

Wang Weimin never thought that the two works of Li Changle tonight, the poems and lyrics, would have such a huge impact on him. These two works seemed to be able to directly hit people's souls and hearts, triggering endless thinking in him.

Especially the poem "Song of Water Melody", "When will the bright moon appear", made Wang Weimin forget to think for a while.

He said confidently that this was absolutely the best poem he had ever seen or written in his life, without a doubt. Even the poems handed down before could not compare with this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

If Wang Weimin had not known about Li Changle's past, he would have suspected that Li Changle had copied the poem from some ancient book. He found it hard to imagine that Li Changle, at her age, could write such thought-provoking poems.

Wang Weimin could only explain Li Changle's talent. Although this man was his future son-in-law, Wang Weimin felt a little uncomfortable because he felt that he had been attacked in the field he was best at.

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