“Without the spread, there is no place to talk about plagiarism.”
Song Chi thought, he did plagiarize, but the person who copied it was not in this world.
"That wasn't you who did it. You were only sixteen years old, how could you have done that!" Liu Feng continued to find fault.
"As a supervisor and a judge, you don't know how to be fair. Do you have the nerve to sit in that position?"
Song Chi scolded him directly. How could he not see that Liu Feng was deliberately making things difficult for him?
"As you said, without experience one cannot write poetry. Duan Yunzhou is not a chrysanthemum, so how could he write about chrysanthemums?"
Hearing this, the students around laughed out loud.
Liu Feng's rebuttal was totally untenable.
"Although I haven't experienced it, I've heard of it... Sun Daru, the dean of Huating Academy, married Zhou Fei, then sixteen, when he was eighteen. They always treated each other with respect and were deeply in love. Unfortunately, fate was unpredictable, and Zhou Fei passed away at the age of twenty-five..."
Sun Daru suffered a great blow and never married again. He devoted himself to studying and became a famous scholar. His love story was widely circulated and inspired many poems. However, those who wrote the poems did not have personal experience, so how did they write the poems?
"As far as I know, you have also written poems in praise of it. Could it be that your poems are also plagiarized?"
Liu Feng was speechless and couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.
"I know about Sun Daru's deeds and that he visited his deceased wife's grave every year without fail, so I wrote this poem. If you still don't recognize it."
Song Chi said directly, "Then let the students present, the onlookers on the north bank, and the people of Jiangzhou judge whether my writing is good or you, the supervisor, are unfair!"
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