Before they could react, the agile man was already standing on the tree trunk. He then took out a brocade box from his back, opened it, took out a rolled-up piece of Xuan paper, glanced at the crowd below, and then flicked his hand!
"Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night..."
Immediately, someone in the audience started reading it aloud.
"The spring river tide connects with the sea, and the water level is equal."
The bright moon rises with the tide over the sea.
The waves flow for thousands of miles.
Where on the spring river is there no moonlight?
The river tide is surging!
The moon rises over the sea!
The moonlight shines brightly on the river!
Shining brightly for thousands of miles!
As soon as the first paragraph was read, the literati present felt a magnificent scene of the bright moon rising over the sea!
At this moment, the literati and scholars of Huazhou all had their eyes light up, while Kim Cheol-eun, Sai Go-yu, and others looked unnatural!
What's going on?!
"The river meanders around the fragrant fields."
The moonlight shines on the flower forest, making it look like scattered snowflakes.
Frost flows silently through the air, unnoticed.
The white sand on the riverbank is no longer visible.
The moonlight was as white as frost!
No one notices the frost falling!
It was still grand and magnificent. The literati and scholars present couldn't help but focus on the words between the lines. Even those who were far away didn't care, because someone was reciting them aloud right there!
On the other hand, the people from Mujin and Fudao were probably also overwhelmed by the magnificent verses. They were too busy admiring the poems to compete with each other.
Of course, the literati and scholars of Huazhou also recognized from the handwriting that it was Fusheng's handwriting!
This poem comes from Fusheng!
"The river and sky are one color, without a speck of dust."
The bright moon hangs alone in the sky.
Who first saw the moon by the riverbank?
When did the river moon first shine on people?
…
The river flows on, spring is almost over.
The moon sets over the river and begins its westward descent.
The crescent moon hangs low, hidden in the sea mist.
The road to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang stretches endlessly.
I wonder how many will return by moonlight.
The setting moon stirs emotions, filling the trees along the river.
"I wonder how many will return by moonlight, the setting moon casting its melancholy light upon the trees along the river..."
Su Banshan muttered to himself, his mood at that moment was quite complex.
Fusheng has written so many Mid-Autumn Festival poems that no one dares to write them anymore. Even Fudao and Mujin, who were planning to unleash their talents, had to admit defeat.
With the release of "A Moonlit Night on the Spring River," is the intention to eradicate even the field of poetry?
In contrast, the literati of Fudao and Mujin all looked at the signature, and after seeing the words "Fusheng", they were all horrified!
Good heavens!
The person didn't come, but the artwork was there. And the key point is that this artwork is truly a masterpiece for all time!
Kim Cheol-eun and Sai Go-you exchanged a glance, both sensing the complexity of each other's feelings.
"what to do?"
The two exchanged a glance.
Normally, they would simply admit defeat, but this is a live broadcast, and the key point is that they had been promoting it extensively beforehand.
Especially domestically, they have made a big fuss about this live broadcast as a contest between nations, in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people.
In their view, this time there would be no mishap, after all, the works they brought this time were the culmination of more than a decade of work from both countries!
But who would have thought that Fusheng would reappear now!
The ghost won't leave!
"I originally thought Fusheng was good at writing lyrics, but I didn't expect him to be so good at poetry as well. I misjudged him this time."
Kim Cheol-eun whispered, "Now countless eyes are watching us, we must find a way."
Sai Go's eyes flickered slightly: "Before coming here, I actually made the worst-case scenario plan. At that time, I was thinking that Fusheng would perform well at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition."
After a pause, Sai Goyu said, "So, I brought one more person with me."
Kim Cheol-eun frowned slightly: "Aren't all the people who are good at classical poetry here?"
After saying that, Kim Cheol-eun took a closer look at the people behind Sai Goyou. In his memory, there were only a few people in the Floating Island Kingdom who wrote poetry.
"It's not poetry, it's words."
Character? !
Kim Cheol-eun looked surprised this time.
To be honest, he thought of one possibility: Watanabe Kazuma, who was known as the number one master of the floating islands!
Especially in the last decade, Watanabe Kazuma has been quite active around the world and is hailed as the world's number one calligrapher!
Has he arrived?!
Jin Zhe'en looked around and soon saw an elderly man in his sixties not far away, looking up and admiring the poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night" hanging on a tree trunk.
"Fusheng truly deserves to be called a master of both poetry and prose. I admire him greatly."
Sai Go was quite frank. To be precise, given the quality of the poem, even if he had his own thoughts, he wouldn't dare to criticize it against his conscience in front of everyone.
Winning or losing is important, but saving face is even more important!
Cao Kang was somewhat surprised by Sai Gou's attitude, and then said, "In that case, let's continue drinking and enjoying the moon."
No rush.
Sai Gou smiled and said, "I've heard that Chairman Cao is an expert in both calligraphy and painting. A friend of mine would like to ask you for some pointers."
Cao Kang's expression turned slightly unpleasant. After all, he was the president of the Huazhou Literary Association, representing the official Shenzhou government.
You can bring it up for discussion privately, that's fine. It's nothing for scholars to exchange ideas.
You can ask for advice face-to-face, especially during a live broadcast. What kind of situation is this?
provocative!
Not only Cao Kang, but many people looked very unhappy. If it weren't for the fact that this was being broadcast live, they would definitely have lost their temper.
"It's just calligraphy, there's no need for Chairman Cao to take action. I can exchange skills with him."
Su Banshan walked out calmly.
Sai Gou glanced thoughtfully at Su Banshan, about to say something, when a figure slowly approached: "You...are a bit lacking...you won't do..."
Hearing the awkward and incoherent words spoken with a heavy accent, Su Banshan narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at the speaker.
Su Banshan recognized the man at a glance.
Kazuma Watanabe!
Su Banshan recently saw Watanabe Kazuma's handwriting online, and it was amazing, truly amazing, especially in running script, where he was probably not much worse than Lin Rui.
Why is he here?!
In fact, many prominent figures in Washington State's literary scene recognized Watanabe Kazuma.
"President Cao...would you...likely...have a contest...?"
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