Prince of Tang Dynasty is too arrogant

Chapter 702 A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, on-site dictation

In the circular arena at this moment, although there are more than 20 people.But not a single sound could be heard.All that can be heard is the cold winter wind.

Everyone at the scene was very strange.The six of them shouldn't be composing poems on the spot, but why don't the six of them even use pens and paper! ?Not even close to the desk.

They have already thought of the poems in their hearts.Or in other words, the six of them are already planning to give up! ?

When Li Er saw this situation, he couldn't help shaking his head.It seems that the six of them are planning to give up.This really disappointed me.

Could it be that the six of them really copied it?Or what arrangement does this rebellious son have for the six of them?
This half stick incense burns very quickly.When the students of the Prince's Academy saw this situation, they all felt as if they were about to suffocate.Time flies really fast.

Afterwards, Li Er said loudly: "The incense candle has been burned out now. Where are the poems you made!?"

The six people looked at each other, then smiled faintly, and they all looked at His Highness the Crown Prince.

Li Chengqian immediately understood what they meant, and then slowly climbed onto the central platform of the arena...

No one present responded.It's not just Li Er who is a little confused, but the people present and all the civil and military officials are also a little confused. Did they really give up?
The students of the Confucius Institute felt an inexplicable excitement.Could it be that the students of Prince Academy really copied it?Does that mean that the first competition was won by my disciples of Confucius! ?

Zhao Hao was even more excited beyond words.He felt that he had made the right bet, and it might be time for the students of Prince Academy to admit plagiarism...

At this time, Li Chengqian had already boarded the high platform in the center of the arena.Then he said to Zhang Fengqian: "Pass on my order, and take turns proving your innocence!"

"Students respectfully obey the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince!" The six of them entered the arena one after another after receiving the order!

Under everyone's suspicious eyes, they lined up in a long line according to height, and took turns to pick up the mobile loudspeaker!
The slightly taller person is Du Mu. He took the mobile loudspeaker without even thinking about it, and said in a loud voice, "Smoky cage, cold water, moon cage sand, mooring at Qinhuai at night, near a restaurant, a businesswoman who doesn't know the hatred of subjugated country, across the river It's like singing backyard flowers!"

After reading the short four-line poem, the audience fell into silence. Li Er and the civil and military officials were deeply shocked. Although this poem is short, it has a profound meaning of irony!

At the same time, it can express the poet's incomparable concern and deep worry for the fate of the country...

Li Er couldn't help but subconsciously said: "A talent that can be used!"

Li Chengqian shook his head lightly, this Du Mu must have gone to the Fireworks and Willow Lane these few days, otherwise it would be difficult to write such a poem...

Then Du Fu stepped onto the arena, and after taking over the loudspeaker, he said loudly: "I don't know the moon when I'm young, and I call it a white jade plate. The stars move around ten thousand households, and the moon is close to the sky."

Silence, the audience fell silent again, as if I had seen a child who had just met the moon in my mind...

Li Er couldn't help saying: "Good poetry! Good poetry!"

Next was Li Bai. He went straight to the high platform, glanced proudly at the crowd around him, and then said loudly, "The moonlight in front of the bed is probably frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown."

Strong homesickness filled everyone's heart, and they couldn't help but look up at the moon and miss their family members. The eyes of the people became rosy again...

Because the moon is still the same moon, but relatives stay in the frontier forever......

Next, Bai Juyi stepped onto the arena. The poet, known as the Poet Demon by later generations, slowly took the loudspeaker and said loudly: "A setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Poor on the third night of September, The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow."

Silence, very silence between heaven and earth!I'm afraid that my voice will be too loud to disturb the poet!

Li Er felt his heart beating faster, and subconsciously said, "They're all geniuses, they're all geniuses!"

Li Chengqian shook his head and said: "It seems that in the dark, everything has already been doomed!"

The poem that Bai Juyi said was the Song of the Twilight River. Although the river is not the original river, but Weishui, all of these are inextricably linked...

Next, the next poet, Li Shangyin, stepped onto the arena. When everyone present saw someone stepping onto the arena again, they raised their expectations again...

Because the poems made by these poets are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!Although this poem is short, it has profound artistic conception and profound meaning, and it is worth pondering carefully...

At this moment, Li Shangyin was the focus of attention.It was as if spotlights were concentrated on him, making his back look extraordinarily tall.

Then Li Shangyin picked up the loudspeaker and said slowly, "I heard that Zhengyan has no cicadas at first, and the hundred-foot-high water reaches the sky. The young girl Su'e is all cold-resistant, and she fights in the frost in the middle of the moon."

Li Shangyin's voice echoed for a long time.The common people have already forgotten about it.Everyone present was motionless as if frozen in time.Close your eyes and recollect Li Shangyin's poems.

Because the artistic conception of his poem is too far away, and people can easily associate with the artistic conception in the poem.It feels like my soul has been sublimated.

Li Er seemed to have seen the hundred-foot tall building in his mind.If it weren't for the emptiness of the Datang treasury, he would definitely have built very tall pavilions.

Everything can only be imagined in the artistic conception of the poem...

When Zhao Hao heard these verses, his expression changed again and again.Because every time he raises hope, the students of Prince Academy will bring him despair.

Because each of these poems is better than the other, and they all surpass the masterpieces created before.Right now, there is only the last student left in the Prince Academy waiting to appear.

The last poet came out, and only Meng Haoran was left.He walked onto the arena slowly, picked up the loudspeaker, and said slowly with a deep breath in his dantian: "Moving the boat and mooring the smoke, the sun sets and the guests worry about the new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and the Jiang Qingyue is close to people. "

After Meng Haoran finished the last line of the poem.Slowly walked off the field.Entered the team of those 6 people.

The audience was still very silent.It seems that I am immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, but I don't seem to know what to say.Everyone's heartbeat is accelerating.It was really worth it for them to come today...

(End of this chapter)