"The chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists.

The grandmother and wife sent each other off, and the dust did not see the Xianyang Bridge.

The clothes stopped crying, and the crying went straight to the sky.

Passers-by on the side of the road asked pedestrians, but pedestrians were frequent.

Or from the fifteenth Beifang River, it will go to the forty west camps.

When I went, I was wrapping my head, and when I returned, my head was white.

The side court bleed into the sea, and the Khan was unexpected.

You don't know about the two hundred states of Tang Jialongzuo, and thousands of villages are born.

Even if there are healthy women who hoe and plow, there is nothing in Hesheng Longmu.

In addition, the Tang soldiers endured hard fighting, and they were driven away from dogs and chickens.

Although the elder asks, the servant dares to express his hatred?

And this winter, he has not stopped Kansai.

The county official is in a hurry to ask for rent, where does the tax come from?

Faith knows that it is evil to give birth to a man, but it is better to give birth to a girl.

Giving birth to a daughter still has to marry a neighbor, and giving birth to a boy is buried with a hundred grasses.

You don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the ancient white bones.

The new ghost is annoyed and the old ghost is crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the wet voice is chirping! ”

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood and tone, Xiang Gong immediately chose a song by Du Fu's "Soldier Chariot Travel".

Du Fu, known as the poet saint by later generations, his poems can be called the history of poetry, especially this poem "Soldiers' Chariots", which is the most vivid portrayal of the suffering brought by war to the common people.

Xiang Gong recited the poem "Soldier Chariot Travel" in one breath, which was sincere and sincere, and instantly made all the people who had suffered from the war feel the same way.

"It sounds so heavy, but when the war came, it seemed like this was really a tragic situation......

"It's so well written, the new ghost complains about the old ghost crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy...... Isn't this the scene on the grassland during the famine last year? Woohoo......"

"I didn't expect the poetry of the Tang Dynasty to be so thought-provoking, this Xiang Gong really has some skills......"

……

People have changed from supporting Zhenanzi at the beginning, to feeling "Xiang Gong's "Soldier Chariot Travel", and their attitude has become ambiguous, everyone really likes the original Turkic poetry, which is also in line with their own appreciation habits.

And the poetry of the Tang people opened up a new world in their hearts, "It turns out that poetry can be like this", such a thought floated through the hearts of everyone, and instantly made Zhenanzi depressed.

He has accumulated year by year, and slowly stepped into the position of the first Turkic talent, and after becoming the first Turkic talent, he continued to challenge everywhere, so many people appreciated him

But now, a little-known Xiang Gong has conquered everyone with a poem that he doesn't know at all.

Zhenanzi panicked!

"You...... You're not poetry at all! ”

Zhenanzi's words immediately changed everyone's impression of him, it's okay to lose, no one is undefeated, but he can't afford to lose, which is a bit shameless.

Even those who originally liked Zhenanzi very much, now I'm afraid they are starting to want to cover their faces, and the Zhenanzi in their hearts shouldn't be like this.

However, Xiang Gong didn't think so, he even knew that Zhenanzi would not admit defeat easily, because of his long-term pride, and because of the so-called mindset and values in people's hearts.

"So what do you mean by poetry?" Xiang Gong asked lightly.

"I ......" Zhenanzi was speechless, he is a poet, of course, he also likes to study poetry, the poems he has studied, there is no lack of ancient poems of the Tang Dynasty and the Chinese dynasties.

After listening to the poem that Xiang Gong recited without thinking, he had to admit that Xiang Gong was not easy to mess with, and his attainments in the Tang Dynasty poetry world were simply amazing.

Whether it is the rhythm, the battle, or even the idea and connotation, it surpasses those ancient Chinese sages.

However, Zhenanzi was unwilling to lose, "Did you hear the song "The Baby of the Good God" I just had? That's poetry! Zhenanzi opened the river.

Xiang Gong smiled, and suddenly felt that his opponent was simply vulnerable, and he didn't even have the courage to face reality.

"Since you said so, then please listen to me again, I will do whatever you want, you can listen to whatever you want......

The omnipotent sun god,

Please protect and help us.

The all-pervasive moon god,

May you save us.

Hey, wise men, virtuous men, gather together,

Let's listen to Tengri's scriptures.

Come and pray to Tengri, the Lord of the Four Directions,

Free yourself from the four great tribulations.

They're going to die eventually,

He will be punished by the plague of hell.

Thousands of evil spirits will come,

These evil spirits will be tormented at will. ”

Quiet, quiet for a long time, everyone was stunned, not only because of Xiang Gong's talent of composing two poems in a row, nor because Xiang Gong's unthinking or real words are particularly clear.

At least Xiang Gong blocked Zhenanzi's mouth, and also told everyone that Tang people write poems with feelings.

Suddenly, an old Turkic man slowly applauded, and as if they had heard the command to charge, they immediately burst into warm applause, mixed with applause and various evaluations.

Zhenanzi suddenly felt bad!

The metrical poems are easy to come by, and they are written so really, and the Turkic poems are so sincere and expressive.

"I ...... I lost! Zhenanzi finally admitted defeat, and it was also unexpected by Xiang Gong, he didn't expect the two poems to attract so many words and poems.

"Uh, you're throwing in the towel so soon?" Xiang Gong looked bored.

"You...... Hum! Zhenanzi was speechless.

"Does this count as poetry?" Of course, Xiang Gong could see everyone's reaction, and knew that Zhenanzi was really convinced.

"You....... Count ......," Zhenanzi said with sex.

Zhenanzi retreated and left the battlefield, this poetry competition finally ended, and Xiang Gong was also famous.

Next, it's time to prepare for the Dialectics Conference.

The dialectical conference was especially important to Xiang Gong, but Xiang Gong's purpose was not to make a name for himself, but to gain a deeper understanding of the thoughts of these Europaans, and Xiang Gong had already prepared it, but not to argue, but to really watch the excitement.

When everyone was still immersed in Xiang Gong's poems, no one thought that Xiang Gong's mind had already flown to the afternoon dialectics conference.

As for what won Zhenanzi......

Is it hard? After all, we are also systematic people, and we have the same knowledge as him, and we are down!

"I announce that the best performance in this poetry competition is this Xiang Gong brother."

As soon as the host announced, everyone immediately shouted, but unfortunately Xiang Gong didn't.

"The poetry of the ancients is really outstanding, no matter what Ren Zhenanzi thinks, he can't imagine that he lost in the hands of a copyist." Xiang Gongxin.

Fortunately, it will be a long time before Du Fu is born, otherwise I don't know if he will die of anger.

It doesn't matter so much.

Zhenanzi hung his head in frustration, and the five-body body admired by other scholars fell to the ground, Xiang Gong's heart was like stopping water, and now, he was waiting for the arrival of the dialectics conference.