"Your loss is not unfair." The referee said to the Seoul team before turning the turntable.
Damn, are you talking too much?
You are called here to be a judge, not to criticize!
Why don't you just quietly turn your turntable? Why are you saying so much?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
A young man from South Korea could not help but stood up and said, "Chen Xian's poems are gorgeous and ethereal. However, if I may be frank, this is just the self-entertainment of literati. The whole poem is full of love and romance, but what benefit does it bring to the country? What benefit does it bring to the people? Such talent is ultimately a 'small skill'."
The other person was stunned when he heard this. Yes, we can strike back at Shen Xian and prevent him from gaining so much momentum!
Even though you are very strong, if I don’t admit it, then you are not strong anymore, right?
Thinking of this, he also stood up: "A truly great civilization should have a great mission in its literature, to reflect on the fate of mankind, to promote social progress, and to shape the national spirit. His poem seems to indulge in personal sadness and natural beauty, and the pattern is too small. Perhaps this also reflects a certain... lack of responsibility in their national culture?"
The professor from the Seoul team heard this.
ah!
Yes, yes, yes!
Even though you are very powerful, I just want to put a stop to your arrogance.
Don’t worry about how I hit you, just watch whether I hit you or not!
He looked at Chen Xian: "It's a pity that the poem only shows the private feelings of 'Jiang Yue', but not the justice of 'the world'. A true literary master should have mountains and valleys in his heart and people in his writing. If the young generation of your country is like this, where is the future? Where is the national spirit?"
This fucking thing has directly risen to the level of national justice.
"Fuck, isn't Nanman a little too shameless?"
"Are their shameless behaviors insufficient?"
"If you give them another chance to talk nonsense, the universe will belong to them from now on!"
"If you can't win, then attack us from this angle?"
There was a frenzy of criticism on the barrage.
But those people in the southern barbarians don’t care.
Shen Xian just looked at them like clowns, not bothering to pay attention at all, and said to the referee very calmly: "Referee, turn the turntable."
In the room, Elder Ye and Elder Huang saw Chen Xian's demeanor and there was admiration in their eyes.
This guy is really good, calm and never impatient.
The referee looked at the Seoul team deeply, hiding the contempt in his eyes, and then turned the turntable.
The two pointers point to the character "大" (big) and the character "义" (righteousness) respectively, and when put together they mean "大义", which means that poetry should be written with righteousness.
When Shen Xian saw these two words, he wanted to laugh instantly.
I'm sorry, I don't want to attack you, but the turntable doesn't allow it.
When the people in the Seoul team saw these two words, they were actually happier than Chen Xian.
They were just criticizing Shen Xian's poems for having no structure and no righteousness, but now they have turned to these two words. God is really helping me!
They got together and wrote a poem in just ten minutes, which was projected on the big screen.
"Setting the Universe"
All nations bow to the majesty of heaven, and their armor and weapons forge their fame.
How can we allow ants to just sit there and wait for food and clothing? We have our own talented people to control the light and darkness!
Offer blood to the souls of mountains and rivers as a sacrifice, and you don't need to ask the people for help when your mission is accomplished.
Who can remember the great achievements of the past? The history books will praise the emperor's wisdom!
After finishing writing, they looked at Shen Xian triumphantly.
The comments in the live broadcast room suddenly became much quieter, with only a dozen or so comments.
"Hey, there's something."
"I have to admit that the Nanman are quite strong. This poem has a sense of dominance at first glance. It has a great vision and will last for thousands of years!"
"Chen Xian has met his match."
Inside the room, Song Tianzong and others were also appreciating this poem, each with a solemn expression.
This poem is very grand in both conception and structure, and is also neat and rhyming.
Xu Zijian was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He racked his brains and found that what he wrote might not have this structure.
"Well, it's your turn!" The young man with a slicked-back hair and powdered face glanced at Chen Xian, feeling that he had a sure win.
This poem is composed of a few lines they found in the fragments, and they continued writing it, and it feels pretty good.
No, it’s not just okay, it feels really awesome!
Shen Xian looked at the poem with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
All nations bow to the might of heaven, and the iron armor and golden weapons build a great reputation... It is a natural order to promote the great prestige of the country and for all nations to submit. It emphasizes that military force (iron armor and golden weapons) is the foundation for building achievements and winning respect (great reputation).
The two words "bow" show that they believe that submission is the only way out and honor is built on oppression. It implies contempt for weak countries and small nations.
"How can we allow ants to just sit there and wait for food and clothing? We have our own talented people who can control the darkness and the light!"
Elitism and contempt for individual rights.
Ordinary people and even people of other countries are degraded to "ants", believing that their basic needs such as food and clothing are not worth mentioning and that they should unconditionally obey the will of talented people, providing an excuse for centralization and sacrifice of individuals.
"I offer my blood to the mountains and rivers as a sacrifice, and I will not need to ask the people for help when my mission is accomplished."
On the surface, it is righteous, praised as a great cause, and sacrificing life is glorious. It emphasizes that as long as the goal is great, there is no need to worry too much about the process and cost (no need to ask the people).
In general, this poem seems to be righteous on the surface, but in fact it is a worship of power and the theory of conquest by force!
This is the national condition of their country!
You know, their country worships the hegemony of the United States, and they are even willing to allow the US troops to be stationed there, and they don't care about the lives of ordinary people at all!
Do you still have the nerve to write it down?
"It's much better than your 'Spring River Moon Night'!" said another young man with a smile.
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