He wrote his first poem about autumn very quickly, finishing it in just a moment, and it was obvious that he had already prepared a draft in mind.
Zhao Hao was still biting the tip of his pen while thinking, looking like a poor student taking an exam.
Seeing this, Lu Huairen sneered again, and then thought about his border war poems.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, poems with seasons as themes are relatively easy and are the most commonly written by all literati.
But frontier poems are different. It is difficult to write them without that experience.
Even having that experience, it’s hard to write about it.
The scenery, the picture, the artistic conception, the emotion, all have to be taken into consideration, and it is very difficult to write at a high level.
If you haven't seen the scenery or the pictures before, it's easy to make mistakes.
If the first part is wrong, the second part will be false.
On the contrary, if the artistic conception and emotion are not sublimated, the level will be greatly reduced.
Seeing that Zhao Hao had not started writing for a long time, everyone present started discussing.
"Why has Zhao Manzi taken so long to write? Has he not even prepared a poem for autumn?"
"No way, he's attending the Golden Autumn Literary Conference, but he can't write it himself, and he didn't find someone to write it for him? Then why does this guy dare to come here?"
"Now this is going to be fun. I guess I won't be able to write even one sentence!"
"Hahaha, if he didn't hire someone to write for him, it's normal that he couldn't write it himself!"
"I really don't know what this kid is thinking. He dares to come to this game when it is clear that he will lose. What can he use to fight Brother Huairen?"
"Hasn't this guy always been so overestimating his own abilities? What's so strange about that?"
"That's true. Wait and see how he steps down!"
"There's no suspense at all. Just wait and see this guy kneel down and kowtow!"
"Hahaha, I'm really looking forward to it!"
“…”
Zhao Hao turned a deaf ear to these mocking and sarcastic voices and snorted in his heart.
If you want to see me make a fool of myself, you will definitely be disappointed!
He dipped the brush into ink again and began to write, finishing both pieces in one breath.
Putting down the brush, Zhao Hao stood up and said to King Kang, Shang Henshui and the other three: "Your Majesty, my three lords, I have finished writing."
King Kang said impatiently: "Okay, quickly present the work to me, I want to see it first!"
Fearing that he would fall behind, Lu Huairen quickly stood up and said, “Your Majesty, my three lords, I have also finished writing.”
King Kang's eyes lit up, and he instructed the waiter behind him, "Okay, present Huairen's work first."
Compared with Zhao Hao's, he is more looking forward to Lu Huairen's work.
Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately went over to get Lu Huairen's work and quickly presented it to him.
He reached out to take it, and then began to recite slowly.
"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold. The grass and trees are shaking and the dew is turning into frost. The moon shines on the lake with a silvery light. The geese fly south in formation, calling for their departure."
"Well, not bad, it's a rare masterpiece."
As he said this, he handed the Juan paper to Shang Henshui who was standing beside him: "Mr. Shang, come and take a look."
Shang Henshui nodded slightly.
"Yes, the scene is described in detail, the sightline is shifted well, it is vivid and layered, the atmosphere and emotions are also good, just as the prince said, it is an excellent work."
Hearing what Mr. Shang said, everyone nodded, and a smile appeared on Lu Huairen's face.
He turned his head to look at Zhao Hao beside him, with undisguised pride in his eyes.
King Kang gestured, and the waiter was about to present Zhao Hao's work.
King Kang did not take it personally as he did before, but waved his hand and said, "You read it aloud, I will not read it myself."
Hearing his words, everyone present couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Hao also had a smile on his face, as if he didn't know what everyone was laughing at.
King Kang pressed down with both hands, and the field finally quieted down.
The waiter began to chant.
"Autumn has always been a time of sadness and loneliness."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked, including Prince Kang, Shang Henshui, and the other two secretaries, their eyes lit up.
They have seen and heard too many sentences about the sadness and loneliness in autumn.
However, adding the words "since ancient times" in front of it seems to make it different.
It immediately aroused people's curiosity.
It makes people wonder what will happen next.
The waiter recited the second line: "I say autumn is better than spring."
Bang!
As soon as these words came out, King Kang was shocked all over and he slammed the table and stood up excitedly.
"Great sentence!"
When the second sentence comes out, people instantly understand the meaning of the first sentence.
The first sentence means that when all poets write about autumn, they are only writing about the sadness and loneliness of autumn.
In the second sentence, a sharp contrast is immediately made: I think autumn is better than spring.
In my eyes, autumn is better than spring!
This is like a question. The first two sentences give the answer, but do not explain the reason.
Why are autumn poems better than spring poems? What is the reason?
The waiter continued to chant: "A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, bringing the poetic sentiment to the blue sky."
Bang!
As soon as the last two sentences came out, Shang Henshui's old eyes lit up, and then he stood up and slammed the table like King Kang.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
No one expected that Shang Henshui, who was over 70 years old, would be so excited after hearing the last two sentences.
It's incredible!
King Kang was a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. Shang, how about you explain to us what is so wonderful about the last two sentences?"
He had some attainments in literature and art, but not much.
The previous part said that autumn is better than spring, so why did it start describing the scenery later?
Everyone present looked at Shang Henshui eagerly.
Shang Henshui took a deep breath and cast his burning gaze on Zhao Hao, his eyes filled with shock and surprise.
Seeing that he was still not speaking, King Kang said impatiently: "Shang Lao, please stop keeping us in suspense and explain this poem to us."
Shang Henshui took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze from Zhao Hao.
Then he said, "It's not that difficult. The first two lines of this poem say that people have always felt sad and lonely in autumn. I said that autumn is better than spring. Everyone should understand. It's written very straightforwardly."
King Kang said anxiously: "Shang Lao, please tell me the last two sentences, the last two sentences."
Shang Henshui nodded: "The last two lines, a crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, which leads the poetic sentiment to the blue sky. Your Majesty, the ordinary poems we have seen, even those about the time when the northern geese fly south, what do they usually express?"
King Kang blurted out: "Longing, whether for family, friendship, or love between men and women, is sent to distant places by wild geese."
Shang Henshui said: "Yes, we ordinary people all send love poems, but Zhao Hao's poem is about himself. Where is it sent? It is not sent to a certain person, but to the sky."
"Can spring do that? No! So he said in the first two sentences that in his heart, autumn is better than spring!"
"Isn't it wonderful that it's so ingenious?"
Shang Henshui's analysis made everyone present suddenly enlightened.
King Kang nodded excitedly and laughed out loud.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, it's really wonderful!"
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