"But the problem is that being able to write poems of this caliber proves one thing: this person's appreciation level far surpasses ours, and their aesthetic level is also excellent. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to write more than ten different styles of poems."
He can be called a master of poetry.
This also indirectly illustrates one thing: he neither would nor would he bother to plagiarize!
Conversely, this also proves that no one understands poetry better than me, and no one understands poetry appreciation better than me.
Because the poems he annotated, compared to the poems he wrote, were like a grain of rice compared to the bright moon, an ant compared to a mountain.
At this point, everyone knows the truth.
The reputation and glory accumulated over the years have completely vanished.
...
In less than an hour, the forum on the walled city had completely exploded.
The blank paper expanded outwards like it was free!
And the young people standing outside the Rainforest Bookstore, trying to read books there.
They all generously donated money to buy the small booklet, which contained only a few pages.
Not only young people, but also old men, young girls, and women are all going crazy buying them.
After buying the book, I leaned against the wall not far away and read it carefully: "Soldiers on the front lines are half dead and half alive, while beauties sing and dance in their tents..."
"I regret teaching my husband to seek fame and fortune..."
"A heartbroken traveler is at the ends of the earth..."
An eerie chanting sound.
They've gone berserk!
Duan Zhujun rushed over from the county school, and upon hearing the news, exclaimed indignantly: "How could someone who wrote such poems stoop to copy them? 'When you reach the end of the watercourse, sit and watch the clouds rise...'"
These ten poems of different types, aren't they proof of Mr. Jia's talent?
I would like to ask, for a gentleman who has reached the pinnacle of every type of poetry, who else is qualified to compile a book on "Poetry Appreciation" besides him?
Mr. Jia has reached the legendary level of mastery, where he can handle heavy tasks with ease. Not only is his poetry excellent, but his theoretical knowledge is also profound.
Regarding the plagiarism of Mr. Satir, I really don't know if some people are just jealous or hateful.
The saying goes, "If I can't do it, I can destroy it."
Shi Jingxing, who arrived later, nodded helplessly and said, "This guy gets all worked up about everything he does."
Duan Zhujun chuckled and said, "I knew it. No one had ever published a detailed analysis of the poems before. How come as soon as Mr. Jia published one, someone started to slander him? There must be something fishy about this."
That's enough.
The three of them exchanged a smile.
Shi Jingxing strode to the study, cupped his hands in greeting, and said calmly, "Manager Fu, may we have the honor of meeting Master Jia?"
Uncle Fu grinned from ear to ear, “Young master, I’m so sorry, but my master doesn’t want to show his face. He said he’d rather write things behind the scenes.”
Shi Jingxing continued, "I wonder if Mr. Jia, Mr. Di, and Mr. Liaozhai are the same person?"
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Guess?"
Shi Jingxing suddenly understood and said with a smile, "I understand."
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