"Oh! I see, I've learned something new, thank you for clearing up my doubts, young master." Li Baobei quickly expressed her gratitude.
"It's nothing," the man replied casually.
Judging from his tone, he must be a young man in his early twenties. His voice was as mellow as silk, making people feel extremely comfortable.
Li Baobei didn't think much of it and turned to continue watching the people on the stage.
Qingning continued, "Now we will have a time limit of one incense stick. After one incense stick, everyone will recite their own poems, and the best one will be selected by the crowd."
"Let's begin now."
After Qingning finished speaking, everyone looked up at the plate of red beans on the stage and fell into deep thought.
Li Baobei picked up another piece of pastry and put it in her mouth to eat.
This seems to follow the same pattern as Princess Anle's previous poetry competition.
People in ancient times really loved writing poetry!
But this time she also wanted to participate; she wanted to inscribe the red beans from Wang Wei's poem on this Dream Tower.
This is also a poem she wanted to recite to Lord He; in ancient times, red beans symbolized love.
Red beans are widely used as a symbol of love in ancient legends and literature. In the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the Weaver Girl's tears of longing turned into red beans.
Red beans, also known as love beans, are often used to express longing, separation, and love.
Li Baobei thought of Wang Wei's poem "Acacia".
Red beans grow in the south; how many branches will sprout in spring?
I wish you would gather more of this, for it is the most evocative of longing.
—(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
I couldn't help but sigh to myself: "The ancients' descriptions of longing were so subtle and understated, yet upon closer examination, they conveyed a lingering and profound affection, reaching the extreme of yearning."
"Perhaps this is the charm of classical Chinese poetry!"
With a faint smile on her lips, Li Baobei picked up the tea beside her and took a small sip.
Seeing the smile on her face, Zhang Pan'er asked softly, "Young master, have you thought of any poems about red beans?"
Li Baobei gave Zhang Pan'er a smile that seemed to last forever, and silently nodded in agreement.
Upon seeing this, Bizhu couldn't help but raise her left thumb.
He looked at her with admiration: "Your Highness, the young master is becoming more and more cultured."
Li Baobei said she would no longer be modest and would come clean!
She was quite the expert at reciting poems, and with a confident smile, she replied cheerfully, "Of course! Don't you know who your master is!"
Zhang Pan'er also cast an admiring glance at her.
Li Baobei felt like she was about to float away; the feeling of being praised was just too good to be true.
Hahaha~
A clear, calm voice rang out: "Time's up, please compose your poems!"
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