In fact, after receiving compulsory education, He Yunxiao's knowledge and skills were enough to not only overturn the literary world of Qi, but also to create his own literary golden age.
The reason he made Chu Xiaoxiao wait so long was not because he was deliberately trying to help her show off, but because he had too many brilliant poems in his mind and was suffering from decision paralysis.
Examples include: "When the flowers bloom, they stir the capital," "Fallen into mud and crushed into dust," "A faint fragrance drifts in the twilight"... These are all timeless masterpieces, enough to scare everyone present to death if recited.
However, these verses are so shocking that it's hard to believe they came from the mouth of Chu Xiaoxiao, a seemingly innocent and carefree girl with no background.
He Yunxiao racked his brains and finally found a poem that suited Chu Xiaoxiao at the last moment!
Before everyone in Chunfeng Tower, the stunningly beautiful Chu Xiaoxiao parted her pearly teeth and uttered a song that could be sung for thousands of years, no matter the time or the world.
The fragrance of lotus fades, the jade mat grows cool in autumn; I lightly loosen my silk robe and board the orchid boat alone. Who sends a letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon will be full over the western tower.
Flowers drift and fall, water flows on; one longing, two places of sorrow. This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just leaves my brow only to rise again in my heart.
The moment the poem was recited, the entire room fell silent.
Chu Xiaoxiao's words, like a bewitching melody, echoed in everyone's ears, hearts, and minds.
Some with considerable literary talent, such as Yang Zhe, Liu Feiyun, and Yang Qi, murmured to themselves at this moment, trying their best to savor the connotations of the poem.
Some who felt the same way, such as certain women, and even the top-ranking girl opposite He Yunxiao, had tears welling up in their eyes and streaming down their faces.
Even those with weak literary skills, such as Tie Weiqi, can still feel the emotions conveyed directly by the words just from the surface meaning, even if they can't discern anything in the text.
A woman, lovesick, stands on a small boat on the lake, gazing wistfully into the distance.
Such a scene is hard not to make people sad, hard not to break their hearts.
Looking at the entranced expressions of everyone present, He Yunxiao felt a little uneasy.
Holy crap? Is it that powerful? Surely not?
When I was in middle school, I saw this poem and felt some emotion, but it wasn't too bad. I didn't end up frowning and not saying a word.
A moment later, He Yunxiao realized that the reason he didn't feel it strongly was because he was born into a modern world with cars, high-speed trains, airplanes, and the internet, and he simply didn't understand what "longing" meant.
The people of Qi were roughly contemporaries of Li Qingzhao, the original author of the poem. Without fast transportation and convenient internet, everything was slow, everything felt distant, only longing and enduring love remained.
Then, He Yunxiao suddenly realized that he had been narrow-minded. His perspective was too limited.
Who says modern people don't experience longing?
Are there few unrequited loves among modern people?
Back in the day, I was also a man who had a crush on several girls at the same time.
Just as He Yunxiao was lost in thought, he suddenly realized that there was someone who was just as carefree as he was, and who had not been caught up in the echoes of the poetic imagery.
This person is none other than Li Jin!
Li Jin looked around at the somber-faced people, somewhat bewildered.
He saw He Yunxiao, who was also doing nothing, so he mouthed to He Yunxiao, "What's wrong with them?"
He Yunxiao said, "This poem has a strong aftereffect; they're a bit dizzy from the poem, but they'll be fine after a while!"
Li Jin was secretly pleased when he heard this.
"Hey! I recovered so quickly, does that mean I'm more talented than them? No, I need to hurry up and memorize this poem. Next time I see my aunt, I'll tell her about my talent for not getting dizzy while writing poetry, and make her happy too."
Chu Xiaoxiao, the person involved, was equally indifferent.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to send a telepathic message to He Yunxiao.
What kind of poem is this?
He Yunxiao said, "It's about a woman's longing for her lover."
"You wrote this?"
He Yunxiao said, "I didn't write it, I borrowed it."
"Whom did you borrow it from?"
He Yunxiao said, "Li Qingzhao."
"You like her?"
He Yunxiao explained with a wry smile, "Well, she's a talented woman, and I do like her a little, but the main thing is, she doesn't like me. Besides, there's no way we can be together."
Chu Xiaoxiao gave He Yunxiao a cold glance.
"waste."
He Yunxiao: ...
After a short while, everyone recovered from their sadness. Unlike the last time Yang Zhe composed a poem, this time, there was no one to appreciate it.
It's not that we don't have them, but that we dare not.
Anyone can see that this poem is of extremely high literary merit.
At this point, making random comments will only provide future generations with something to laugh at.
The line "This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just left my brow only to rise again in my heart" is not only a catchy and poignant colloquial phrase, but it also perfectly captures the pain of unrequited love. It is probably unparalleled in history.
"Sister Du, may I ask if my little poem counts?" A sweet, soft voice rang out.
Suddenly everyone realized that the author of the poem was actually a beautiful young woman in her late teens.
Originally, it was thought that only Chu Fan was a genius among the Chu siblings. Unexpectedly, one of them was invincible in martial arts and the other in literature. They were simply a pair of monsters.
Du Yinyun was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age, and in terms of her poetic skills alone, she may even surpass Yang Zhe.
However, she dared not be careless in the face of this song, "A Spray of Plum Blossoms".
She hurriedly replied, "Please wait a moment, little sister," and then quickly began discussing the matter with Jiang Wuyou and the others.
The result of the discussion lived up to expectations, giving Chu Xiaoxiao an "excellent" evaluation.
Although most people passed this round of poetry competition, it was easy to tell who was better and who was worse.
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