Jinse in the prosperous world: prostitutes should not be deceived

When Yao Jinse made such a request, the masters sitting there were stunned.Everyone sitting here has a high status in the literary world.Saying a word or stomping one's foot will cause a shock.

If the little girl in front of me is really talented, why didn't they teach her poems to others? Instead, this is the result.You can't even say your name!What a strange person!

"Okay. I promise you." Although it was strange, Xue Yanqing found it more interesting.At this time, he was even more looking forward to what kind of poems Yao Jinse could make.

Yao Jinse pursed her lips, and after pretending to think for a while, she said, "The moonlight in front of the bed is probably frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, and look down at your hometown." These are the poems of Master Li Bai, simple and vivid. vanity.I'm sorry, brother Li Bai.In such an era when you never existed, the first thing I plagiarized was your poems!

Yao Jinse felt that after reading this poem, she felt extremely guilty. [

But she didn't know that after she finished reading this poem, the masters around were stunned!The first two sentences are very simple, it can be said that they are too simple.It was so simple that they would scoff at it, but after Yao Jinse finished reading the whole poem, they were suddenly stunned.

After a change of mind, lovesickness arises spontaneously.The simple and plain verses are not gorgeous, and they don't express their emotions too much.It's just indifferent, but it makes people feel deeply involuntarily!There is such a profound artistic conception in the back-to-basics poems, which really shocked everyone instantly.

"Good! Great poem!" Even Master Fang was speechless after hearing such a poem, not knowing what to say, let alone what other people would think!

Xue Yanqing recalled the poem Yao Jinse read just now, and her heart became more and more shocked.The poems they are writing now are too emotional, and the literature they talk about is also the sound of silk and bamboo. There are very few poems that can really make people feel the beauty of artistic conception.

The pursuit of this simple and unadorned verse is exactly what they are doing now.Unexpectedly, what they were looking for was actually found in a little six-year-old child!Does it really mean that children are the most innocent and simple existence?So, is it possible to make such spiritual poems?

It's just...Xue Yanqing thought that Pan Mo'an's disciple Xiao Qingyuan had always been known as a talented man, and he wrote a lot of poems, but none of them could compare with Yao Jinse's casual poem!

They are all well-known contemporary students, and they are even called great Confucians.Whether the poem was plagiarized or not, he naturally knew it clearly.He has read all kinds of books and read thousands of volumes, but he has never heard of such a line of poetry.

Thinking of this, Xue Yanqing couldn't help but fell silent.

Yao Jinse shrugged, feeling that he had finished reading the poem, so he should be able to resign!Noticing their surprised expressions, she also thought it was normal.Li Bai is a poet, just one or two poems are enough to shock them!

"Since I've finished my poem, I'm going to leave. It's getting dark now, if I go back late, I will inevitably be scolded."