"Drunk, I knew not that the sky was reflected in the water; a boat full of sweet dreams pressed down on the Milky Way..."
Li Daikui has a very loud voice. His other strengths are not particularly outstanding, but he has a very good physique and a very loud voice.
Even if you're sitting on a boat in the lake, people on the shore can immediately hear what he's saying.
However, Li Daikui's Daqing Mandarin was not very good, and he was so focused on shouting out those two lines of poetry that people couldn't understand what he said at first.
Ordinary people who lack expertise in poetry still need time to contemplate it.
But for the scholars, who were already writing poetry, they could immediately tell which words were more appropriate to use. In addition, most of the scholars were on the boat, so they could hear each other clearly because they were close by.
Li Da Kui's voice echoed in Cui Yuanzhao's ears, and even though he was young and naive, he couldn't help but tremble at this moment.
He didn't know why.
I hadn't felt anything when I heard other poems before, but these two lines gave me a strange feeling.
It was as if a beautiful painting was unfolding before my eyes.
A sky full of stars appeared before me, dazzling and magnificent.
Cui Yuanzhao grabbed Tang Huan's wrist. "Brother Tang, did you write this poem?"
Many people reacted in the same way as Cui Yuanzhao.
The scholars, who understood poetry better, were more deeply moved.
They could tell what kind of scene was created from just two short sentences.
This requires extremely profound skill.
The previous contempt for Tang Huan was completely swept away at this moment.
With a smile on his face, Xiao Li admired Tang Huan even more, praising, "As expected of Lord Tang, not only is he excellent at writing novels, but he is also equally skilled in poetry. In this way, no one will hinder the spread of vernacular Chinese."
The fact that someone with such exceptional poetic talent has started writing stories in vernacular Chinese speaks volumes.
Xiao Li was confident that with these two lines of poetry, he could attract more people to promote vernacular Chinese.
“This… Father was right after all. Although it was only a short hour, Lord Tang wrote such an excellent poem.”
Wang Jingze was terrified.
Even though he had known from his father that Tang Huan was a talented poet, he could only believe it after witnessing it firsthand.
This is more than just remarkable.
Over the years, Wang Jingze has known countless scholars in the capital and read hundreds and thousands of poems, yet he could not find two lines like these.
A crowd gathered around Tang Huan, praising the beauty of the poem.
Even the people on the neighboring boat started peeking out to watch.
For a time, there were countless praises and expressions of curiosity.
Some people even tried desperately to get close to Tang Huan, and one of them accidentally fell off the boat and began to frantically thrash around.
Upon seeing this, people immediately jumped down to provide assistance.
The incident of falling into the water did not attract people's attention; at this moment, most people's attention was focused on those two lines of poetry.
After a period of fermentation, even those who do not understand poetry can understand the meaning of these two lines from other people's words.
"Drunk, unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way. Although I don't understand it very well, I can still feel that this is a rare and excellent poem. This Lord Tang is truly remarkable!"
Are these two lines of poetry really that impressive?
"Of course, compared to these two lines of poetry, what those scholars have been writing lately is like something a dog chewed up; it's not even worth looking at."
"You might not believe it, but I have a feeling that these two lines are going to become famous throughout the capital."
"Of course, I heard that quite a few high-ranking officials came from the neighborhood today. They certainly understand poetry better and know just how remarkable Lord Tang is..."
There are only two lines of poetry, a mere fourteen characters.
But the impact it had was enormous.
Inside the private room, Cui Renshi gripped the corner of the table tightly with one hand.
Two lines of poetry with neat handwriting were placed in front of him.
Before that, he had vaguely heard about the two lines of poetry through people's discussions, but that was nothing compared to the shock of seeing it with his own eyes now.
"Sir, are these two lines of poetry really that impressive?" Zhao Quan asked, puzzled by Cui Renshi's expression.
Over the years, many people have dared to use their connections to send poems to the prime minister's residence for him to appreciate, hoping to gain his favor through their poems.
This is, after all, an opportunity.
Cui Renshi never stopped such things, but although many poems were sent to his residence, none of them truly caught his attention.
Even if a masterpiece occasionally appears, it is only considered relatively good, and in the end, the person is given a token official position and assigned to do clerical work in the government office.
But something like today has never happened before; Cui Renshi has been looking at that poem for a full ten minutes.
"Tang Huan, you really are a surprise!"
Cui Renshi exclaimed in admiration.
"With just two lines of poetry, he was already qualified for a minor official position. What's even more remarkable is that he was able to make a name for himself among scholars. It's likely that he will be remembered for generations to come."
Can two lines of poetry bring you fame and fortune?
Zhao Quan felt it was more than that, and he chuckled, "Sir, it's just two lines of poetry, it shouldn't be this serious, right?"
"What do you know!" Cui Renshi said with rare anger. "Even I, who have been studying poetry for so many years, have never written such a masterpiece. Even those old guys in the Hanlin Academy would be eager to read it. Just wait, soon someone will come to your door to ask for an audience."
“Sir, no matter how skilled you are, you only have two sentences, don’t you?” Zhao Quan said in a low voice.
"So what if it's just two lines? Even if it's a single piece, how can it not make him famous? I'm afraid that after today, Tang Huan will be someone that cannot be ignored."
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