Lingsi knew that his current request seemed a bit unreasonable. But she was unwilling to go back like this. The teacher had been looking forward to today's literary competition for two years and taught her painstakingly for two years, but the result was a complete failure and no victory? She can accept this ending, but where does the teacher's face go? She couldn't win the Ruxian competition with this literary competition, but at least she had to leave the last fig leaf for her teacher! And, she firmly believes that she will win this one! After all, the poem's profound artistic conception and strong emotion were the only quatrains she had ever seen in her life! "Comparing poems?" When Su Changqing heard this, he hesitated to speak. He really couldn't bear to hit this little senior sister anymore.
If compared to others, he might be afraid of getting a few points, but poetry Not to mention this little senior sister, even if his teacher and everyone present were included, there wouldn't be enough for him to fight. Thinking of this, he pondered how to politely reject the other party. But who would have thought that Mo Lan, who had not spoken for a long time, his eyes lit up at this moment. “It’s better than poetry!” "I was lucky enough to hear Lingsi's poems. They are really unparalleled quatrains. It's just right for you to discuss them." Yixian on the side also spoke in agreement, smiling and stroking his hands: "Lingsi's poems are indeed exquisite. It was a pity that I didn't listen to the full text not long ago, but today I can finally do so." They saw how powerful Su Changqing was, and they wouldn't be interested if he was competing with other people. After all, they were not on the same level. But if it’s poetry, it’s different! Not long ago, Wei Cang recited half a poem to them both, which amazed them for a long time. Although Su Changqing's chess, calligraphy and painting are very strong, Lingsi's poetry is definitely not inferior to him! "Oh? It seems that Master Nephew Lingsi has a good knowledge of poetry." After hearing such praise from the two great scholars, Li Qingchen also looked at Lingsi with interest. In Confucianism and Taoism, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are generally offensive cultivation skills. Reading poems and songs well is the best way to nourish and enhance Haoran’s righteousness. If you read a lot of books and are proficient in poetry, poetry, and poetry, your cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism will be very fast. In Confucianism and Taoism, a person who can be called a great Confucian may not have strong offensive skills, but he is definitely profound in poetry, poetry and poetry. Now that Lingsi can be praised by a great scholar, it is obvious that he has some real ability.
This made Li Qingchen a little curious about what kind of poetry this spiritual thought could produce. "If you lose in chess, calligraphy and painting, Lingsi will lose, but this poem will definitely win!" Hearing Li Qingchen's words, Wei Cang, who looked lonely, forced a smile. Although he lost miserably today, if he could win the next round, he would be able to save some face. Otherwise, I will really have no choice but to go back in disgrace. "Teacher, how about forget it." At this time, Su Changqing whispered hesitantly. "Why forget it?" Li Qingchen looked at Su Changqing and said, "It's just a competition. Winning or losing is no big deal. Go ahead and compete boldly." Li Qingchen knew that Su Changqing would definitely lose in this competition. Because in the past two years, in order to suppress the growth of Su Changqing's righteousness, he never taught him poetry or poetry. Even the books he read mostly taught etiquette and morality. How could Su Changqing know how to write poetry? Su Changqing won too much today. Losing a few can help him adjust his mentality better, which is not a bad thing. However. When Su Changqing heard this, he became even more troubled. "Dare to compete? Do you want me to try my best?" Lingsi's eyes were red just now. If he was losing, why not just cry? Then when the time comes, who will make you cry and who will comfort you? Su Changqing sighed, thinking about what kind of poem to choose for a while to make Lingsi's defeat less ugly. On the side, Li Qingchen looked at Su Changqing sighing and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "If you lose, you lose. Why is it like this?" "It can be considered as a step down for your senior uncle and senior sister. Otherwise, they would have come all the way and not win, which would be very embarrassing." Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up. Didn't the co-author intend for him to win? That's easy to say, he was so confused just now. On the one hand, it was hard to disobey the teacher's orders, but on the other hand, he was the senior sister who wanted to show mercy to him from the beginning. Although it was useless, he had to remember this kind of kindness. Now that he knew what the teacher meant, Su Changqing was completely relaxed. "Senior Sister, you come first. I am looking forward to Senior Sister's masterpiece."
Su Changqing smiled and spoke with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. He also wanted to see what the level of poetry in this world was. "Junior brother, listen carefully." Lingsi smiled confidently and said loudly: "This poem has no title." "It's hard to see each other but it's also hard to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered." "Spring Silkworm." "Pfft! Cough cough cough cough." While everyone else was listening with astonished expressions, Su Changqing, who happened to be thirsty, squirted out all the water in one gulp, coughing violently and being stunned at the same time. "This poem." Su Changqing's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. "Chang Qing, what's wrong with this poem?" Seeing Chang Qing lose his composure, Li Qingchen frowned and asked. "This poem." Su Changqing's mind was racing with thoughts at this moment, but when he saw the questioning looks on his face, he still swallowed it back and laughed twice. "This poem is great." No one knew that Su Changqing's whole body was numb at this moment. Lingsi glanced at Su Changqing doubtfully, and then continued to recite poems. "It's hard to see each other but it's also hard to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered." “Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes.” "In the morning mirror, I am worried about the clouds on my temples, but when I sing at night I feel the moonlight is cold." "There is not much way to get to Pengshan. The blue bird is diligently visiting." When the poem ended, everyone present looked surprised. Li Qingchen praised unstintingly: "The artistic conception of this poem is extraordinary. In just a few lines, it expresses the difficulty of meeting each other and the pain of parting." "What's even better is that this poem cleverly uses scenes such as 'broken flowers', 'wax ash' and 'spring silkworms', which vividly highlight the sadness of the people in the poem." "The words, meaning, and scenery are all perfect." After saying that, Li Qingchen looked at Lingsi and praised:
"It's amazing that my nephew can write such poems at this grade level." Wei Cang on the side, although Wenbi lost, could not help but smile at this time. He knew very well how proud Li Qingchen was, and being able to make the contemporary Ruxian say the word "amazing" showed how powerful this poem was. Mo Lan and Yixian on the side were even more amazed and immediately copied the poem on paper. "This little junior sister is really good at poetry." Shuhan was also filled with amazement and sighed to himself. He originally thought that he was already a rare genius in the literary world, but after meeting Su Changqing, he realized that he was a frog in the well. Now that he heard Junior Sister Lingsi's poems again, all the pride he had in his heart disappeared. "There is no end to learning." Shuhan sighed dejectedly. Everyone was talking and praising him. But Lingsi was calm because she knew those comments were not for her, but for the senior. In order to save the teacher's face, she had no choice today, otherwise she would never steal other people's poems. "I'm sorry, senior, I will go to the thorn bush to apologize in the next two days." Lingsi sighed secretly and prepared to visit after the Wenbi. At this time, Su Changqing, who had been holding back his words, finally couldn't hold it back. He looked at Lingsi and asked in a low voice: "Senior sister, do you know Erniu?"