The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 488 A poem in 7 steps

Upon hearing this, Xu Changshan suddenly slammed the table and stood up, and could not help but said in anger: "How dare you be so arrogant! Poetry is a refined art, and you dare to say that poetry is a minor art!"

"Do you understand poetry? Perhaps you are not talented enough to write poetry, and you are just trying to attract attention!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the students around him looked embarrassed, and they immediately started coughing lightly and lowered their heads. No one dared to respond easily.

The poem "Song of the Wine" written by Qin Hao just now was magnificent and full of talent, which attracted unanimous praise from everyone.

At this moment, someone suddenly questioned Qin Hao's attainments in poetry, saying that he did not understand poetry, which was extremely ridiculous.

Qin Hao's eyes remained calm. He turned to Zuo Wenxuan, with a faint smile on his face, and asked slowly, "Brother Zuo, do you also think that I don't understand poetry?"

There was neither anger nor arrogance in his words, which fully demonstrated his great demeanor, causing everyone present to secretly admire him.

Zuo Wenxuan shook his head gently, his eyes flashing with admiration, and his tone was full of righteousness: "Brother Qin's talent is as bright as the stars, Wenxuan dare not speak rashly."

"However, since you can create a poem as majestic and profound as "Song of the Wine", you are indeed qualified to say that poetry is a minor art."

After saying this, he clenched his fists slightly, leaned forward slightly, and performed a sincere scholar's salute, his words full of humility and respect: "In this regard, I, Zuo Wenxuan, know that I am not up to the task, and I admit that I am inferior. Brother Qin, please accept my salute to show my deep respect for my talent."

This scene made Xu Changshan, who was standing by, feel mixed emotions, anger and helplessness.

He originally wanted to pave the way for his beloved disciple, but unexpectedly this action made his beloved disciple yearn for other people's talents and even willing to be impressed by them.

Xu Changshan was speechless for a moment. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

Qin Hao looked at Zuo Wenxuan's open and selfless appearance, and his heart was filled with emotion.

In this era when intellectuals are fighting against each other, it is rare to meet such an upright, humble and polite person.

The two smiled slightly and responded to each other's respect, as if a tacit understanding and understanding beyond words was quietly growing between them.

Qin Hao looked at Xu Changshan and said in a sharp but polite tone, "Mr. Xu, at this moment, our discussion seems to have returned to the starting point."

"If I could improvise and write another poem that is just as good, would that be enough to prove that the poem 'Song of the Wine' was written by me?"

Faced with Qin Hao's aggressiveness, Xu Changshan naturally lost the upper hand. His face was slightly condensed. After thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded and said: "If you can produce equally outstanding works, it will naturally convince people. This move is not only a response to doubts, but also a powerful display of talent."

"However, the key is whether the work you create is more outstanding. As long as the poem you create at this moment fits the scene at this moment, there is no suspicion of plagiarism."

Qin Hao's eyes swept across the people present, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly: "Tonight, the sky is clear and the moon is bright. Let's go boating on Pingxi Lake, admire the lotus and appreciate the beautiful night scenery of the capital."

"I have some feelings in my heart, and I want to write a poem to praise the unparalleled splendor of the capital and describe the charming scenery of Pingxi Lake. Do you think it fits this scene? It is not plagiarizing other people's poems, right?"

Wang Zhenqing smiled elegantly and said, "Mr. Qin, this poetry gathering is jointly organized by me and the deans of the other two academies. The purpose is to appreciate the beautiful scenery and express one's feelings together."

"If you want to write a poem to praise the capital and the West Lake, it is absolutely appropriate. How can it be said to be plagiarism? Please give full play to your talent. We are all ears."

Qin Hao smiled even more when he heard this, with a confident light flashing in his eyes: "In this case, to show my sincerity, I will not only make the words and sentences fit the scenery in front of me perfectly, but also create a poem of my own, just to add color to this rare beautiful scene."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present had different expressions, and their astonishment was evident in their words.

It is so difficult to create your own ci tune!

Throughout the ages, every ci form is the essence of time carving and years sedimentation. The beauty of its rhythm and the depth of its artistic conception cannot be achieved overnight.

And now, there are people who want to create a precedent with their own efforts. How can this not be shocking?

Xu Changshan's lips curled up into a playful smile. He gently waved his folding fan and laughed, "Haha, look at this guy. He is so arrogant that he even dared to create his own tune. He is so arrogant!"

"In that case, Master Qin, let us see what kind of amazing talent you have!"

Many girls in the boudoir looked at Qin Hao, with strange lights flashing in their eyes, and they had both expectations and doubts in their hearts.

They either rested their chins on their hands or bit their lips, thinking secretly: If he could really write brilliantly and compose a poem that would amaze everyone, it would surely be a great story in the literary world and a topic of conversation for them to talk about after dinner.

However, if it is just a superficial appearance, it will probably only become a laughing stock and make people sigh.

Qin Hao took a sip of the fragrant tea to suppress the drunkenness in his body. His throat moved slightly, and it seemed that even his voice was washed away by the tea flavor and became exceptionally clear.

He stood up slowly, neither hurried nor slow, with an indescribable calmness and composure.

At the seventh step, he stopped leisurely, took a deep breath, looked into the distance, and slowly opened his lips: "Ci Pai, Looking at the Tide!"

"The Central Plains is a beautiful place, a metropolis that has existed for thousands of years, and the capital has been prosperous since ancient times."

Qin Hao's words were plain at first, but like a stream flowing into a river, gradually drawing people in.

When the first sentence was read out, everyone frowned slightly, thinking it was just an ordinary opening. However, they changed their minds and thought that it was rare for an impromptu work to have such charm, so they nodded secretly.

"The painted bridge is covered with willows and smoky clouds, the green curtains are covered with draperies, and there are hundreds of thousands of houses."

Qin Hao's voice gradually got better and better, and every word seemed to be given life, leaping into the air and outlining vivid pictures.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and surprise flashed in their eyes.

This sentence not only condenses the beauty and grandeur of the beautiful lake and water, but also shows the human fireworks behind the prosperity of the capital in just a few words. Its broad vision and dense information are breathtaking.

The breeze was blowing gently, bringing a bit of coolness, but it also seemed to further highlight the detachment and heroism in Qin Hao's poems.

He was able to compose a poem in just seven steps. His talent was so amazing that it left everyone present dumbfounded and amazed.