world free fairy

Chapter 22

Everyone is immersed in Yang Chen's song "Chun Xue"

The meaning of this poem is that the New Year has come, but the fragrant flowers have not yet been seen. It was not until February that I was pleasantly surprised to find that the grass had sprouted green shoots.Baixue seemed to be unable to bear the late arrival of spring, so they swirled and sprinkled flying flowers among the trees in front of the court.

The first sentence "there is no youth", one restraint; the second sentence "first see the grass bud", one rise, ups and downs, ups and downs.The three and four sentences on the surface mean that there is snow but no flowers, but the actual feeling is: people can still wait for the late spring, and see the figure of spring from the grass buds in February, but Bai Xue can't wait , They turned out to be flourishing one after another, piercing trees and flying flowers, decorating themselves into a spring scene.The real spring (a hundred flowers are in full bloom) in the future is certainly a bit regrettable, but doesn't the spring snow piercing the trees and flying flowers still give people the breath of spring!

There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.Baixue thinks the spring is late, so she wears the garden tree as flying flowers.

This verse is a classic!
Reading silently, it seems that a spring scene appears in front of my eyes, thriving and all things sprouting.

Well written!
Among the people in Weicheng, there is no one out of his left and right.

People were a little surprised, puzzled, and even looked at Yang Chen with admiration.

The young man in Tsing Yi, smiling all over his face, stood in a remote corner.

However, Mr. Yang's words were like thunder on the ground.

"Yang Chen copied this poem!"

"I've seen this poem before!"

In one sentence, a few simple words immediately put Yang Chen in an extremely unfavorable situation.

Yang Chen is an unknown person. Although he has some reputation, his reputation only circulates among his pig and dog friends. However, Mr. Li is the eldest son of the Li family, and he is also one of the four most famous sons in Weicheng. one.

The weight of fame is far greater than that of Yang Chen.

Now that Mr. Li publicly said that this poem by Yang Chen was copied by Yang Chen, almost none of the scholars present doubted Mr. Li's words.

I copied this poem!

Yang Chen secretly nodded in his heart.

This poem of mine is indeed plagiarized.

But, how did you know?

Could it be that you once dreamed of going back to Datang?
Could it be that you have seen the great Confucian Han Yu?
If you have never dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty, if you have never met Han Yu, a great Confucian, how could you know that my poem was copied?

Slander!

Naked slander.

Is there any humanity left?
Yang Chen felt very hurt.

Yang Chen felt very angry.

"I said this poem is so good, but why have I never heard of the author's name? It turns out that this poem was copied!"

"Shameless, how can there be such a shameless scholar, what kind of skill is it to make a name for himself by plagiarism!"

"We scholars, no matter what our level is, we are ultimately showing our talents. We can write poorly, but we will never plagiarize~!"

"Oppose plagiarism, plagiarism is shameful, drive Yang Chen out of the ranks of scholars."

There are still a lot of scholars who don't know the truth. Instigated by Mr. Li, they all turned their angry eyes to the young man standing in a remote corner.

Hearing Mr. Li's words, Mr. Li was stunned.

Mrs. Chen was stunned.

Mr. Lu was also stunned.

Immediately, the faces of the three of them turned livid.

Such poems are enough to be sung all over the world, and can even be sung for generations to come.

And Weicheng, as well as this "Dongmei" poetry meeting will also become famous all over the world as this poem is sung.

but……

If this poem is plagiarized.

That extremely stinky reputation will also hang on Weicheng's head like a black cloud, and he will not be able to stand up for countless years, and will even be left with a bad reputation for thousands of years.

"Li Gang, how do you know that this poem was copied? Where did you read it from?" Mr. Li asked in a deep voice.

"You know, once such a poem is born, it will be spread all over the world. Why have I never heard of it? Don't lie, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious."

Hearing what his father said, Li Gang felt a little guilty in his heart, and the brilliance in his eyes flickered a little.

But he still forced himself to be calm and said: "I read this poem from an old yellowed booklet. As for the booklet, I can't remember it clearly now."

"However, if Yang Chen can write another poem of this level, I naturally think that I have read it wrong. If not, I believe that I have read it correctly. This poem by Chun Xue must have been written by someone before Poems, not written by him, plagiarized by him."

"Since it's plagiarized, it can't be counted as a ranking. Today's leader in poetry circles should be Lin Shushu, not Wen Chaogong!"

The more Li Gang said, the more confident he became, his eyes looked at Yang Chen, with an aura of swallowing mountains and rivers.

It seemed that if Yang Chen couldn't write another poem of this level, then the poem Yang Chen just wrote was copied.

After hearing this, Mr. Li raised a pair of thick eyebrows, but he didn't speak after all.

Master Chen and Mr. Lu were also silent. They didn't know whether what Li Gang said was true or not, but they couldn't ask Yang Chen to write another poem of the same level.

After all, good poems are often found in a flash of inspiration, and it is difficult to get the first classic.

"this……?"

Master Chen and Mr. Lu looked at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen smiled.

He thinks that Li Gang's brain is sick.

"Master Chen, Mr. Lu, I believe that except for the so-called Li Gang, everyone in this world has never read this poem before."

"Li Gang, Mr. Li, do you think so?"

Only Li Gang has seen it himself!

The subtext of this sentence is obviously that Li Gang is lying.

Li Gang blushed and pointed at Yang Chen.

"Little beast, what do you mean by that? What kind of thing are you? Do you think that one of the four great sons of Wei City, who is my majesty, will wrong you as a poor scholar?"

"Just because of you, you are worthy of me wronging you?"

"Didn't you say that I was the only one who watched it? Let me tell you, not only me, she also watched it!"

Li Gang pointed to the girl covered with black veil behind her.

The girl behind her trembled, lowered her head, and said softly: "I have also heard Mr. Li talk about this poem before!"

Ever heard him mention it?
Yang Chen shook his head.

how can that be!
This is Han Yu's poem, it has never appeared in this world, okay?
If Li Gang had mentioned this poem to others before, it would be too unscientific.

Damn it.

Looking at the arrogant Li Gang, Yang Chen really wanted to say something loudly, I don't study much, so don't lie to me, okay?
Are you sure you have read this poem?

However, Yang Chen couldn't say that now.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the scholars around him.

Yang Chen waved his hands helplessly.

"You mean, as long as I can compose poems of this level, I didn't copy this Haruyuki.

Li Gang said loudly: "If you can't do it, it's naturally Wen Chaogong!"

Yang Chen asked: "If you can do it, what are you going to do?"

"What price are you prepared to pay?"

(End of this chapter)