I sing with my neck bent toward the sky."
After hearing the first two sentences, the teacher, who had been perfunctory at first, suddenly brightened up and asked anxiously, "What's next?"
What a vivid and lively description!
Although the wording is concise, it is full of childlike charm, and just the first two sentences are catchy!
Seeing the Master's attitude change drastically, the student was somewhat puzzled and continued to read hesitantly:
"White hair floats on green water."
The Master stroked his beard subconsciously, with the image of 'white geese playing in the water' already in his mind.
There is really a painting in the poem, so vivid.
"Red palms stir the clear waves."
The Master was so excited that he pulled out his beard and his face was distorted with pain.
But he couldn't help blushing and exclaiming loudly: "Good! Good! What a wonderful poem of red palms paddling clear water, it's simply a stroke of genius! Who wrote this poem?"
"The whole article is full of wit and fun, popular among readers, with a fresh artistic conception and endless aftertaste! I admire it, I really admire it!"
"I might as well."
"I never thought that there would be such a great poet in my Nanyang City! Who wrote this poem? Take me to meet him immediately!"
After these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into deathly silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Zhao Yaozu was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: "Master! This crappy poem doesn't even have parallelism, how can it be good? It's just a mediocre poem written by an eight-year-old child."
"My student's Ode to Hsinchu is even better, a thousand times better than his!"
"Just now at the Baihe River, the student won a standing ovation after writing a poem, while the mediocre person was ridiculed by countless people. The student won very easily!"
"I will recite "Ode to Hsinchu" to you now..."
The Master was in disbelief at first, then his face gradually changed from flushed with excitement to... uh... red.
So angry!
He looked at Zhao Yaozu and said in a trembling voice, "So you used such a crooked poem to defeat the opponent's "Ode to the Goose"? And the author of "Ode to the Goose" is only eight years old this year?"
After getting a positive answer.
The teacher's eyes went dark and he almost fell down.
An eight-year-old prodigy writes poetry.
"Ode to the Goose" is a classic.
In the end, I lost to a crooked poem.
The drama is at its maximum!
If nothing unexpected happens, this poem will definitely become a hit.
Add to that the twists and turns of the "poetry contest", and it will not just be a hit, it will be an explosive hit!
Once this matter gets out...
Zhao Yaozu and the "mentor" he praised in his poem, that is, himself, would definitely become the laughing stock of everyone in the literati circle.
Thinking of this, the Master reacted and asked in an almost begging tone, "No one knows about this yet, right?"
Zhao Yaozu said proudly, "How could that be! I have asked my classmates to help me copy more than a hundred copies of the poem and distribute them throughout the city!"
It’s over!
It's all over!
Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the Master sat down on the ground with a look of despair.
Zhao Yaozu was not convinced when he saw this: "Master, what are you doing? Isn't my sentence "First sweep away the flowers on your temples" better than that mediocre poem..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The Master suddenly jumped up and slapped him fiercely on the forehead: "The flowers on my temples! I asked you to clean the flowers on my temples! It is because of a fool like you that I have flowers on my temples!"
"I've never seen you respect your teacher so much, but why did you write such a crooked poem today and involve me?!"
"From now on, whenever someone mentions "Ode to the Goose", we will be ridiculed and mocked!"
"Idiot! Do you know that a popular poem can be passed down for years or even decades?"
"My whole life's reputation has been ruined by you!"
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