When Ye Yunyao heard the words, "Every grain of rice is a matter of my reputation; every penny is the people's hard-earned money. If I am lenient by a little, the people will benefit more than a little; if I take a single coin, I am worthless," her breathing became somewhat disordered. Hearing 001 compare herself to such an incorruptible official, she was even more delighted.
He silently clenched his fist, encouraging himself in his heart, determined to work even harder in the future, to live up to the praise from Princess Qingyun and 001, and to uphold integrity as an official.
The others were shocked to hear those words. What an incorruptible official he must be to be called "the most honest official in the world." Hearing 001's affirmation of Minister Ye, they felt even more admiration and pride. Their country's Minister of Rites was indeed outstanding.
Today's poetry club banquet was themed around spring. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone began to showcase their talents, and the banquet became lively and filled with excellent verses.
Qin Qianluo also received 001's message that the spy who spread the news was not at the Minister of Rites' residence. Everyone was relieved to hear this, and Ye Yunyao also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not at her residence.
The banquet was in full swing, with everyone reciting poems and composing verses on the theme of spring. They captured the murmurs of swallows and transformed them into lively verses; they received the nourishment of spring rain and brewed intoxicating prose. In the embrace of spring, every poem was a blooming flower, and every verse was a gentle breeze, together composing a magnificent chapter of spring.
Now it was the turn of a young lady from an official family. This young lady had a pure and beautiful appearance and a sweet voice. She gently put down her teacup, looked around with her beautiful eyes, and then pondered for a moment.
Qin Qianluo also looked over, her eyes full of curiosity and anticipation. She always had high expectations for pretty girls and also enjoyed listening to women's soft voices.
The woman seemed to have finally made up her mind, and softly began to recite: "The spring breeze caresses the willows, green as silk ribbons; a profusion of flowers vie for beauty. Swallows dance in the clear sky, their cries crisp and clear; the mountains and rivers are like a painting, their melodies lingering."
Everyone applauded and praised, and Qin Qianluo nodded in agreement. Indeed, it was a fine poem, and her voice was melodious and pleasant, like a clear spring, making the listener feel comfortable.
Moreover, the entire poem, from willows, blossoms, and swallows to mountains and rivers, moves from near to far, combining movement and stillness to vividly depict a magnificent spring scene, showcasing the vitality, splendor, and harmonious beauty of spring.
After everyone savored the poem for a while, it was the next person's turn to compose a poem. After going around in circles, only the Minister of Rites and Qin Qianluo remained silent. The Minister of Rites smiled and glanced at Qin Qianluo. Seeing that Qin Qianluo was indicating that she should go first, he did not refuse.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Yunyao lowered her head and said slowly, "Spring waters ripple and nourish the green fields, spring mountains are shrouded in mist and haze. Spring flowers are vibrant and captivating, spring birds sing sweetly around the willows."
After listening, everyone savored the entire poem. Minister Ye's poem, themed around spring, used four typical images—spring water, spring mountains, spring flowers, and spring birds—to depict a colorful, dynamic, and poetic spring scene from multiple perspectives, including visual and auditory, employing vivid words and rich imagination. It fully showcased the vitality, beauty, and mystery of spring and beautifully expressed a deep love and praise for spring.
Qin Qianlu couldn't help but sigh. They were all such talented people. Should she not come and embarrass herself? They were not even on the same level. But would it be inappropriate if she didn't compose a poem? Headache. Maybe she should memorize a poem about spring. After thinking about it, she rejected the idea.
Seeing everyone looking at her and waiting for her to speak, Qin Qianlu lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. When she looked up, she saw a light rain falling outside the window and a swallow flying into the eaves. A flash of inspiration struck her.
With a smile, she looked at everyone and began to say: "The spring breeze caresses the cheeks, making them blush; the spring rain wets the flowers, reflecting the sky. Swallows build nests and dance on the beams; orioles peck at buds among the trees. The verdant spring mountains add to the charm of poetry; the spring waters flow with affection into the wind of verse. The fragrant spring buds reward distant guests; the spring peach blossoms bloom like brocade, smiling amidst the fragrant bushes."
After carefully considering the poem, everyone couldn't help but sigh that Princess Qingyun's talent was indeed as outstanding as rumored, and the poem was very appropriate for the occasion.
Moreover, this poem revolves around the word "spring," and through descriptions of typical spring elements such as spring breeze, spring rain, spring swallows, spring orioles, spring mountains, spring water, spring buds, and spring peaches, it uses rich imagery, delicate brushstrokes, vivid personification, and parallelism to showcase the beauty, vitality, agility, and affection of spring from different perspectives, creating a rich poetic atmosphere that makes the reader feel as if they are in a colorful and vibrant spring world.
The atmosphere at the banquet became even more lively, and everyone let their thoughts wander, sipping tea and reciting poetry, having a wonderful time. Ye Yunyao also sat down next to Qin Qianluo, wanting to get closer to this young princess.
Qin Qianluo and Minister Ye chatted while paying attention to everyone's poems, giving excellent feedback from time to time to make everyone feel less reserved and more relaxed.
As the banquet drew to a close, everyone submitted their favorite poems. Since Qin Qianluo and Ye Yunyao only wrote one poem and did not participate in the prize competition, the prize winner was chosen from among the young masters and ladies.
Qin Qianluo and Ye Yunyao each chose their favorite poems and asked their maids to help them count them. Everyone waited for the final result.
(Please be gentle with your criticism of this poem; the author's skill is limited, so please be lenient. Just take it as a casual read.)
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