The complete poem, once presented, immediately evoked a wave of emotion in countless people.
People are immersed in this poem; its profound emotions and delicate brushstrokes are deeply moving.
At the same time, Tang Huan's poetic talent is also admirable.
Cui Yuanzhao didn't quite understand. He only saw the people around him praising him and noticed that Lei Yan's expression was solemn and extremely unpleasant.
But he didn't quite understand the parts that everyone was praising.
So he pulled someone in front of him and said, "This poem is very well written, isn't it?"
The scholar who was captured was not afraid, but said with delight: "It is more than good. This poem did not appear a hundred years ago, and it will be difficult to find a comparable work a hundred years from now. Master Tang is truly a poetic genius. No one can compare with his talent."
Cui Yuanzhao smiled unconsciously, genuinely happy for his good brother.
Even if I don't understand it, it doesn't stop me from being happy for Tang Huan.
"The wind is fierce, the sky is high, and the monkeys howl mournfully; the islet is clear, the sand is white, and the birds fly back."
"The boundless forest sheds its leaves with a rustling sound, while the endless Yangtze River rolls on and on."
"I often travel far from home in autumn, feeling melancholy; I am a sick man for a hundred years, and I climb the stage alone."
"Hardship and sorrow have turned my temples gray, and in my decline, I have stopped drinking wine."
The complete poem was read aloud word by word, and the private room fell silent.
This time, even Zhao Quan didn't speak again. He could feel Cui Renshi's emphasis on this poem, and he could vaguely sense its charm.
Cui Renshi sat there for a long time without saying a word.
After a long silence, Cui Renshi stood up and shook his head with a half-smile.
"From today onwards, he is truly going to become a celebrity in the capital."
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