Zhao Lin said without pretense, "The poem is called 'Ode to the Willow.' Jade makes up a tall tree!"
"good!"
As soon as this sentence was uttered, some people in the crowd immediately cheered loudly.
There was a glint in Fu Liqing's beautiful eyes. This sentence alone was enough to prove Zhao Lin's strength.
It is definitely about knowing shame and then being brave!
"It's wonderful! Using the color of green jade to describe willow leaves is unprecedented in ancient times." A scholar exclaimed.
"More than that, it's not just 'grown', it's 'made up'. These two words are the finishing touch to this sentence, and they are wonderful beyond words."
Another scholar shook his head and admired it.
"You have all overlooked another meaning. Jade can also refer to a beautiful girl from a small family, a young girl in her teens, who only uses makeup. From this perspective, it can be said that it is spring now, the time when everything flourishes and is full of vitality. People, things, and seasons are integrated into one, which is incomparable." Another older scholar pointed out.
"Three key points in one sentence, brilliant!"
Many people praised it.
"Quick, what's the second sentence?"
These people all looked at Zhao Lin eagerly.
Zhao Lin smiled slightly and said, "Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down."
This time there was silence as everyone pondered the beauty of this sentence.
“Great!”
A scholar tapped his palm with a folding fan and said excitedly, "It seems to describe the drooping willow branches, but combined with the previous sentence, one high and one low, it can also be imagined as a beautiful woman's skirt. The swaying willow branches are like a beautiful woman twisting her slender waist and dancing in the wind. Beautiful! Beautiful beyond words!"
The scholar praised repeatedly.
Everyone else suddenly understood.
"Hurry, the one behind!"
Everyone stared at Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin no longer kept people in suspense: "I wonder who cut these delicate leaves. The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors."
silence!
silence!
Everyone looked incredulous and stared at Zhao Lin.
Bang!
The sound of the cup falling to the ground and breaking woke everyone up.
Zhao Mingxiao looked at Zhao Lin in shock and muttered, "No! It's not true! This is not true! It's absolutely not true!"
"Mrs. Ma, what's wrong?" Liu Yuan wondered.
But a poem, although very good, shouldn't make her so excited, right?
They all lost their composure.
"She is so uneducated, and she is a young lady from a marquis's mansion." Liu Yuan muttered in her heart.
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