The young men on Zhao Yaozu's side cheered and praised him.
“What a great poem!”
"The tone and rhyme are in harmony. The use of Hsinchu bamboo symbolizes the ambition to study, and the use of the brush and hair is a pun on respecting teachers and serving the country. Brother Yaozu is really a good writer."
"And it's an extremely difficult seven-character poem!"
"Awesome! I admire you! After today, Brother Yaozu's reputation as a genius prodigy will surely spread throughout Nanyang!"
Zhao Yaozu lost himself in the flattery.
at this time.
But Cui Xian laughed and said, "It didn't rain last night, and there are no steps or moss here."
"The bamboo forest in front of you is a clump of bamboo. It has already sprouted new buds in March and has grown into mature bamboos. How can it be said to have sprouted after the frost? Besides, this is the Pei clan school, so where is the East Garden?"
The voices praising Zhao Yaozu paused.
The Pei clan members reacted and shouted, "Zhao Yaozu, you must have asked someone to do the ghostwriting in advance, so you made a mistake and the two can't be compared!"
This is indeed the case.
Zhao Zhi hastily found someone to write for his grandson, and only asked him to write a poem about bamboo. The other party gave him an old poem of his own to cover up the matter.
Zhao Yaozu was exposed, his eyes showed panic, and then he said stubbornly: "Do you know what metaphor is? You are a bunch of idiots who can only question others! If you have the ability, why don't you try to write a poem?"
Now, no one in the Pei clan dared to speak.
At best, they are just at the level of senior class, how can they write poetry?
Even if I can manage to write it, it cannot compare to Zhao Yaozu's "Ode to Hsinchu".
Zhao Yaozu was no longer panicked when he saw this, and looked at Cui Xian triumphantly: "Hurry up and admit defeat! Apologize to this child prodigy on the spot, and admit that you are seeking fame and reputation, arrogant and ignorant..."
Before he could finish his words.
Cui Xian was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just turned around, looked around, and muttered to himself.
Clear sky, flying birds, bamboo forest, morning sun, willow trees, and big river.
There are so many classic elements.
By flipping through Tang and Song poetry, he could come up with dozens of famous lines from ancient times in a few minutes, which would 'scare' Zhao Yaozu to death.
But no, you can't use your ultimate move right at the beginning.
He is only eight years old now, and he needs to maintain his character and write a poem that is appropriate to his age.
I thought so in my heart.
Cui Xian's eyes lit up when he saw a group of large white geese on the river. He blurted out, "Got it!"
It is said that the recognized child prodigy who was famous throughout the ages in his previous life wrote this poem at the age of seven.
It’s totally suitable!
By the White River.
Pei Jian and others were shocked when they heard this, and they all listened expectantly.
Could it be that... Brother Xian can really write poetry?
Seeing Cui Xian imitating his previous gesture and saying "got it", Zhao Yaozu curled his lips and shot back: "What do you mean got it? What is there? There is such a big river here, did you just see it?"
Cui Xian said, "I wrote this poem, named "Ode to the Goose."
Zhao Yaozu shut up in disappointment, and then he saw the white geese on the river.
But what is there to write about the white goose? The pine forest, plum blossoms and bamboos are the most elegant!
He was just disdainfully thinking about it.
"Geese, geese, geese,
I sing with my neck bent toward the sky."
As soon as Cui Xian's voice came out, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"White hair floats on green water,
The red palm stirs the clear water. "
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