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Song Ming took a deep breath and asked, "What poem did he write?"
The Confucian scholars on the second floor were intoxicated and reciting sermons.
"The ordinary poetry is as clever as spring, and I am delighted by the freshness of the orchids in the secluded pavilion."
"Originally, the fragrance was compared to a gentleman, but who is he now around the fence?"
"this....."
Song Ming couldn't help but clench his fists. Although he didn't have the talent to write poetry, he could appreciate and distinguish it. If his father heard about such a masterpiece, he would be extremely happy.
After the literary party came to power, poetry and prose about plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum became extremely popular, and it became extremely difficult to stand out.
But Song Chi...why can he write so well!
He took a deep breath and recited a poem. It was originally a good piece, but it seemed mediocre compared to this poem about orchids.
"Not bad." The Confucian scholar gave his evaluation, but Song Ming felt that it was not what he really meant.
"Hold fast to the green mountains, and never let go; your roots are in the broken rocks."
"No matter how many times you are beaten, you will still be strong. No matter which direction the wind blows, you will still be strong."
At this time, Song Chi had reached the third floor.
After reciting, he asked directly: "Can I go up now?"
"It's okay, it's okay." The person guarding the third floor nodded in a daze.
"It's worth the trip, it's worth the trip."
He murmured with an intoxicated look, "This is the best poem about bamboo in the world."
Soon Song Ming came over and asked, "Where did he go?"
"It's already up there."
"This..." Song Ming gritted his teeth, he couldn't catch up at all.
On the fourth floor, without waiting for the scholar guarding the gate to speak, he walked directly to the desk, picked up a pen and started writing quickly.
Start writing, start writing.
Done in one go.
"My poem about chrysanthemums has been written on it. I'm leaving first." Song Chi said without looking back.
"Hey, wait."
The scholar shouted, picked up the paper and took a closer look, then stood there in a daze.
"Autumn bushes surround the house like those of Tao's, and the sun gradually sets around the fence."
“It’s not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, it’s just that when this flower blooms, there are no other flowers left.”
While he was reciting, Song Chi had already reached the fifth floor.
What came into view was a spacious hall where everyone was sitting upright. They were all stunned when they saw Song Chi coming up.
"How did you get up here?" one of them asked.
Song Chi replied, "I walked up here. Could I have flown up here?"
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