"Heh... your question is quite interesting... OK, let me tell you, Linjiangxian was definitely not written by anyone else in this world." This statement is ambiguous. Zhao Nong finally felt relieved and determined that Li Qingcha must have plagiarized it. Since this is the case, I have plenty of ways to fight back. He was no longer anxious. While drinking, he said, "Since Mr. Li is so talented, he will surely be able to produce a work that surpasses all others when he participates in our poetry meeting, right?" This question was not directed at Li Qingcha. The officials nodded. "Of course." "Okay, let's get started. Before we start writing poems, we should find a poet to recite one first. As the host, I will shamelessly throw out some ideas to inspire others." "it is good!"
Li Qingcha: ??? Did you say anything? She couldn't help feeling depressed. Actually, copying poems also requires cultural background. How can I copy if I don’t understand the rhythm and melody? For example, the "rhyme division" mentioned by Zhao Nong just now, the rhymes include Qieyun, Guangyun, Pingshuiyun, and Daxia also has Guanyun. Do I have to use Pingshuiyun to rhyme with Daxia Guanyun? Besides, there are many tricks behind poetry. Do you want to play drinking games? Is the couplet correct? Should I write the assigned composition? These things might not work even if you search them on your phone, not to mention that all the poems Li Qingcha could recite were learned from textbooks before entering university. There's no fun at all with these old pedants. Zhao Nong looked at the weather outside. I don't know when, it started to drizzle. He chanted slowly: "The black clouds are like ink but have not covered the mountains, the white raindrops are dancing into the fence. The wind blows and suddenly blows away the clouds, the water under the Listening to Rain Tower is like the sky." (※Note: Adapted from "Written in a Drunken Manner at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty) After the recitation, everyone applauded in unison. An official commented: "What a great line, 'The wind blows away the clouds, and the water under the Listening to the Rain Tower is like the sky'. It fits the time and the place. I haven't heard such an impromptu work at a literary gathering for a long time." This is the truth,
If the name of Tingyu Tower could be prepared in advance, then the rainy weather was a complete emergency. Zhao Nong's talent for poetry is indeed remarkable. He sneered and looked directly at Li Qingcha. "Mr. Li was so arrogant just now, I think he can drink a little on the spot, right?" Li Qingcha shook his head. "I just said I couldn't do that." "..." "..." Everyone was quiet. They all stared at Li Qingcha, because the more Li Qingcha said this, the less they believed it. Rui Yuankai fanned the flames. "Mr. Li is the instructor of the Young Phoenix Battalion, so I'll just write a poem. Being able to guide soldiers, one should be generous and free-spirited." tsk... Li Qingcha was shocked and thought that it seemed that he could not escape. She turned her gaze to the window. As a result, Rui Yuankai spoke again. "By the way, the poem that Mr. Zhao just composed is the rhyme for today's poetry meeting." After this, Li Qingcha was completely helpless. She pondered for a moment, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised into a playful arc. "Since I can't refuse your kindness, I'll get my hands wet." As she spoke, she cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "From a distance, the lonely mountain looks dark." Everyone: ? First of all, there is a problem with the rhyme division. Moreover, the words used are extremely impolite and sound as if they were deliberately made to be particularly vulgar. Rui Yuankai opened his mouth to remind: "Mr. Li..." Li Qingcha didn't give him a chance to interrupt and continued, "It's thin at the top and thick at the bottom." Everyone:? ?
What's the situation? Why is the second sentence thicker than the first? But there is also the saying that "first criticize and then praise", and perhaps the last two sentences can make the whole poem sublime, and such works are not uncommon. At this point, all I can do is keep listening. however…… "One day it will be reversed, thin at the bottom and thick at the top." (※Note: Adapted from a doggerel) Everyone: ? ? ? There is only one word to describe their expressions at this moment—— stunned. "..." "..." "..." Silence fell upon everyone. a long time, "Li! Qing! Cha!" Zhao Nong shouted, emphasizing each word, "How dare you humiliate me like this? I will never let you go!" His face turned red and he looked like he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. Li Qingcha didn't want to really piss the old man off, so he quickly defended himself, "Master Zhao Qian, don't get excited. This poem has a deep meaning... How about this, let me read you another poem." “When the mountain is near and the moon is far away, the moon seems small, so people say that the mountain is bigger than the moon. If one had eyes as big as the sky, one would see that the mountains are smaller and the moon is wider. " (Note: "The House in the Moonlight", by Wang Shouren, Ming Dynasty) It’s plain language again… But this poem is obviously adapted from "The Debate between Two Children" in "Liezi" and is full of philosophy. When everyone heard Li Qingcha's impromptu recitation of such a work, they couldn't help but hesitate. They looked out the window. The solitary mountain in the distance is covered by thick black clouds. If we think of the clouds as a mirror, then under the reflection of the mirror, isn’t it just like the saying “one day it will turn upside down”? Everyone was thinking, Could it be that we are the ones with the problem?
Li Qingcha watched them gradually become enlightened, and said slowly: "One leaf blocks the eyes, and one cannot see Mount Tai; two beans block the ears, and one cannot hear the thunder." No one understands the loneliness of a master... Chapter 218 Assassination Zhao Nong's mentality has undergone subtle changes. Li Qingcha's poems are not without merit. At least, they do not stick to the ancient style, which many people cannot learn... As soon as this physiognomy came into his mind, Zhao Nong was horrified. No, no! How come I was fooled? If the rhyme is not correct, no matter how well you write it, it will not meet the requirements of the poetry association. Zhao Nong said: "My fellow colleagues, please do not listen to Li Qingcha's lies. This poem has neither literary talent nor moral meaning. It is unreasonable to say that it is well written." After he reminded them, a group of Bozhou officials remembered that the purpose of the banquet was to sow discord between the two. "Yes, this poem is completely..." “Can this be considered poetry?” "Hmm...it seems...maybe...it probably doesn't count." …… The wind direction has changed. There seemed to be a sour and rotten air rising in front of Li Qingcha's eyes. She spread her hands helplessly and said, "Since everyone thinks it's not good, I can't say anything. You can do whatever you want." Zhao Nong snorted coldly. "I'm afraid Mr. Li looks down on us." "No." "Ha... shameless boy, I will expose your disguise today." Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜ This old man didn't realize he was being sold, and he was happily helping people count money. That's pretty cool. She stood up, "Master Zhao Qian has a preconceived idea. What I say is meaningless." Every time Zhao Nong heard the name "Mr. Zhao Qian", he felt his heart beat faster and his breathing became difficult. He stood up, puffing his beard and glaring.
"Yes, I am indeed prejudiced, but I am not the only one who is prejudiced. All my colleagues in Bozhou feel the same way. Do you think all scholars are stupid?" After saying that, he looked around. Unexpectedly, no one expressed support. As the saying goes, "officials have two mouths to open", and they must handle the most basic face issue in person. It's fine to say that Li Qingcha's poems are not good, but forget about the groundless accusation of plagiarism. Who would offend others for a retired old man? Zhao Nong felt suffocated and his face turned purple, like a rotten pig liver.