Li Changle found the email address given by Li Xuexin, quickly typed three seven-character Yuefu poems on the computer, and clicked send after confirming that there was no problem with the email address.
After thinking about it, Li Changle also sent it to Wang Siyi. Wang Siyi, who had just finished her performance and stepped down from the stage, immediately looked for Xiuxiu to get her phone. When she saw that Li Changle had sent her three poems, she couldn't help but be stunned.
This guy, before he went on stage, he was still worrying about how to start with the theme of this poetry competition. The whole process from her going on stage to leaving the stage took less than fifteen minutes, and he came up with three poems in a short time. Even if he copied it, he couldn't copy it so fast.
Wang Siyi hadn't noticed the content of the poem yet. She just glanced at her phone and replied to Li Changle. "Didn't you just say you hadn't figured out the main idea for this time? How did you finish it so quickly? And three poems at that?"
"I hadn't thought about it before, but when I saw you wearing ancient clothes just now, a few poems flashed through my mind. What do you think?"
Li Changle wanted to ask Wang Siyi's opinion. Wang Siyi's cultural literacy was quite good. After all, his family was a scholarly family. Li Changle had been influenced by Wang Weimin since childhood and was well-read.
"The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty, the spring breeze blows the dew on the threshold, if we had not met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."
Wang Siyi read the first poem in a low voice, and then was shocked. This guy wrote such a poem that could rival lovesickness in such a short time, and then she blushed.
Wang Siyi recalled that Li Changle had just said that these poems came to his mind after he saw herself, and that she was not that good-looking.
Yun wants to make her own clothes, and Hua wants to look like her. It would be great if his love IQ was as high as his literary talent.
Wang Siyi blushed as she continued to read the remaining two poems. None of them was bad. If she submitted all three poems, what would others do?
"Did you really just write these poems?"
Wang Siyi asked uncertainly. If she didn't know that Li Changle was an honest man, he wouldn't lie to her.
She was a little suspicious that Li Changle was lying, but he seemed to have written the poem called "Lovesickness" very quickly. This guy was fast at everything, whether it was writing novels, songs or poems.
"Yes, I just thought of this after seeing you. You can think of it as being written for you."
Li Changle said this in a serious tone.
Wang Siyi blushed and said, "Pooh, men's words are lies. I don't believe you."
"Honestly, what do you think of these poems?"
Li Changle asked Wang Siyi a question. Wang Siyi didn't know how to answer. She felt that she couldn't evaluate these three poems.
Wang Siyi couldn't help but compare her father's poems with Wang Weimin's, thinking that he probably couldn't write such poems.
After repeated confirmation, I found that this was the fact. I don’t know whether my father was happy or sad when he knew about this.
"I can't judge such a talent. You should go find my father."
Wang Siyi was a little naughty. Although her cultural literacy was pretty good, she felt that she was not in a position to comment on these poems. She should let her father and Uncle Li do the commenting.
After Wang Siyi expressed that she was powerless, she told Li Changle that she wanted to change clothes and go back to the hotel. She was in Dongdu City today and had to rush back to Shanghai tomorrow, so she was very tired.
Li Changle could not do much except understand and feel sorry for her. She could only remind Wang Siyi to wear more clothes and not catch a cold.
Li Changle looked at the time. It was still early and Wang Weimin should not have gone to bed yet, so she decided to send it to Wang Weimin to take a look. Although she knew that Li Bai's poems should not have any problem getting a title in a poetry conference in this world.
But his father-in-law cared about him very much, so showing him the picture in advance might make him happy. So Li Changle simply sent a message to Wang Weimin.
"Uncle Wang, are you asleep? I've written a few poems and plan to enter them in this year's poetry competition. Could you give me some advice?"
When Wang Weimin saw that Li Changle had sent him a message, he remembered that the national competition area of the Chinese Poetry Competition was in full swing and was accepting submissions. He had been busy with his daughter's connections recently and had forgotten to pay attention to it.
I just didn't expect Li Changle to submit his manuscript so late again, but I am still looking forward to Li Changle's work. My longing for you really shocked him, and I hope I can surprise him this time as well.
"Of course, but I can't really say I'm appraising your poetry. I can only say I admire it. The theme of this year's poetry competition seems to be about beauty. I wonder what kind of stunning poetry you can write."
Wang Weimin knew his own strengths and weaknesses. At least he couldn't write a poem like "Lovesickness". Moreover, he felt that the poem Li Changle helped him revise last time was more in line with the artistic conception. For all these factors, Wang Weimin did not think that Li Changle's level was worse than his.
Li Changle felt that the reason why Wang Weimin, as an elder, was approachable was that he was never arrogant and took literature very seriously. Even from young people who were much younger than him, he would humbly accept their suggestions.
Even though he held a position of this level at Jinling University, he never abused his power to bully others. No wonder he could raise a daughter with such a personality as Wang Siyi, who is very good at dealing with people.
Li Changle sent all three Qingping Tiao poems to Wang Weimin. In fact, it was basically impossible to expect him to make changes to them. Li Changle even doubted that no one could make changes to them now. After all, these were poems by the Immortal Poet.
When Wang Weimin saw the three Qingping Tiao poems, he found that they were three seven-character Yuefu poems. He was stunned. There are not many people who can write seven-character Yuefu poems these days.
After spending three minutes reading the three poems, Wang Weimin couldn't help but breathe faster, as if he had found a treasure.
Wang Weimin was certain that such gorgeous words and unique metaphors were not something he could produce, not even his teacher.
It can only be said that Li Changle's talent in writing poetry is really too incredible, Wang Weimin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"What a great poem you have!"
"You actually wrote three poems. That's incredible! You're definitely going to win the poetry competition this year. I'm afraid you'll be in the top three."
After hearing Wang Weimin's evaluation, Li Changle felt that it was safe and he had successfully made a profit.
Wang Weimin looked at these three poems over and over again, and felt that these poems were definitely comparable to poems about lovesickness.
Moreover, in terms of describing women, these three poems can be described as the pinnacle. At the very least, I was shocked.
When Wang Weimin saw this poem for the first time, he was reminded of his early exposure to ancient poetry as a teenager, and the surprise he felt when he first encountered a certain timeless quatrain.
No, I have to let Siyi hurry up. Although Li Changle is a little dull in terms of emotions, his talent is beyond doubt and his character is also good. Where can I find such a son-in-law?
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