Hearing His Majesty's imperial question, the hearts of the seventeen literati rose again, staring at Wei Yan with burning eyes.

Wei Yan bowed in the direction of Kyoto, pulled out a scroll of holy decree from his cuff, showed the people the sealing mud, and then slowly opened it.

When Wei Yan saw the words on the holy decree, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then said loudly: "Your Majesty's imperial title, spring!" Time, a quarter of an hour! ”

"Spring? Just one word? Some students exclaimed.

"Spring as the theme, it seems very simple, but in fact, the direction is too broad, the more extensive, the more difficult it is to grasp the accuracy, completely relying on their own on-site play."

"Literati and, all like spring, love spring, spring poems and essays are like carp across the river, there are countless of them, it is easy to make, but it is very difficult to do a good job!"

Everyone's brows furrowed, only the corners of Wang Hu's mouth hooked a slight arc, and three poems written by his father came to mind, one of which was spring!

"The old rules, or the simplest five-word quatrain, the monument ceremony, the second scene, improvised poems, start now!" Wu Zhengtong spoke loudly.

The time of this scene, only a quarter of an hour, is a test of the literati's ability to control poetry, this section is very important, related to the future literati's ability to learn and display the law and produce powerful poetry!

In this quarter of an hour, even if someone makes a decision, he cannot speak, so as not to disturb the train of thought of others, so he can only wait for the time to speak in turn.

Everyone immediately fell into contemplation, hoping for the sky, looking at the ground, and pacing back and forth......

Wei Qing also pretended to be thinking, look here, look there.

But in his heart, he shouted at the 'Book of Thieves' in his mind: "Brother Tianshu, you can eat the four newly learned "Erya", and then give us the first five-word quatrain with the theme of spring, which is awesome." ”

The 'Book of Heaven Thieves' suddenly flashed with a golden light, and the contents of the four "Erya" on it were eaten in one bite, and then the golden text strokes were raised one after another, converging on it.

The title is "Peach Blossom"!

A quarter of an hour, fleeting.

"It's time!" Bai Shan spoke, "Now, from the last condensed poem of the inscription!" ”

Zhang Xiu sat at the table and took notes.

The last place is Zheng Shi, he took two steps forward, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was ecstatic, and he slowly spoke: "The spring breeze blows the mountains and rivers, the flowers bloom among the branches, the swallow returns to cry the new year, and the world is peaceful!" ”

After saying that, everyone cheered in unison, and Wei Qing couldn't help but look at Zheng Shi, and said secretly: "This kid really has two hits, it's not bad, it's really not bad." ”

Wu Zhengtong and Bai Shan read the poems recorded by Zhang Xiu again, exchanged a few sentences, and Wu Zhengtong commented: "There are rivers and mountains in the heart, and the original intention is excellent!" Mountains and rivers, flowers bloom, swallows return, the world, macro into the micro, and micro to macro, the structure is rigorous. ”

"But it lacks artistic conception, and the traces of carving are too heavy, but this poem is catchy and can enter the realm of the first level!"

"Thank you, Dean!" Zheng Shi happily bowed, although it was only a first-class poem, it was also extremely difficult.

You must know that poetry is divided into nine levels, with the weakest level and the strongest level nine.

Poetry must be catchy before it can enter the first level; Those who can leap on paper can enter the second level; Those with outstanding artistic conception will enter the third level; Those who are all in the form of gods will enter the fourth level!

And the fifth level is to achieve the word and the law.

When the poems reach this level, the artistic conception content of the poems can be truly manifested, and the corresponding powerful force can be produced.

The poems that start from this level are also called war poems!

And next, the artistic conception of the soul, enter the sixth level; The artistic conception of the wise is entered into the seventh level; Artistic conception soul bearer, enter the eighth level; Those who have artistic conception and law are in the ninth level!

Each leap of poetry is a qualitative leap.

And the first-class literati, whether it is literary power or experience, are too shallow, and the poems and essays they write can rarely be graded.

Therefore, even if Zheng Shi's poems are only first-class, they are definitely something to be proud of.

This is also due to the fact that he was born in a poor family and tasted the suffering of the world. The experience of all kinds of suffering and struggling at the bottom is something that those famous families will never experience.

All the students cast envious glances at Zheng Shi, and Zheng Shi glanced at Wang Hu proudly.

"Next, Zhou Xiaoshu!" Bai Shan said.

Zhou Xiaoshu was calm and relaxed, and gave his own poems aloud.

He wrote a poem about spring flowers, although it is also very smooth, but it can't be called catchy, let alone the artistic conception or something, it is not touched at all, and in the end, his poem is not classified.

This made him shake his head regretfully, Wei Qing and Zheng Shi both comforted him, and his mood was a little better.

Subsequently, one poem after another was recited, and two more poems entered the first-level realm, and the others could not be ranked.

This made Zhou Xiaoshu's psychology balance a lot.

"Next, Wang Hu writes poems!" Bai Shan said.

Everyone looked at Wang Hu, his father was the leader of the gentry of Luoxian County, and he had also served as the penman of the county guard next door, both in terms of fame and strength, he was very strong.

As the son of such a scholarly family, his literary background is beyond the ordinary people, so what poems he can make has attracted much attention.

I saw Wang Hu walking slowly, came to a peach tree, stretched out his hand to caress the flowers, and said very enjoyingly: "The spring can't be closed, the peach blossoms jump over the wall, probing their hands to provoke red shame, and there is a fragrance on the sleeves." ”

As soon as this poem came out, everyone's eyes were condensed, and they all pondered and experienced the taste, and the more they tasted, the more they went up.

Even Wu Zhengtong and the three of them couldn't help but look at the poems and texts that had been recorded, and the words on the paper were faintly shiny and flickering, and they lasted for a long time.

Wu Zhengtong said: "This poem is picturesque, and it is telling a story, and the sincerity is more tangible." The spring couldn't be closed, and the peach blossoms naughtily jumped out of the wall and brought the peach blossoms to life. ”

"Later, the literati loved to touch it, but it made the peach blossom blush, and with such anthropomorphic words, it was said that spring made the scene of the flower red vivid."

The last sentence is the finishing touch, this literati wants to fold a wisp of spring, but he is reluctant to fold the flowers, but the fragrance of peach blossoms has entered his sleeve, carrying a spring home. This poem deserves to be a leap on the paper! ”

As he spoke, Wu Zhengtong picked up the poems recorded by Zhang Xiu and showed them to everyone.

"Everyone, look!"

"The words are alive, as if they are alive, and they leap on the page! This poem, as a result, has really entered the second-level realm! A student exclaimed.

Suddenly, the exclamations were connected, and the enthusiastic eyes and the sound of praise drowned Wang Hu.

Wang Hu can be said to be full of spring breeze, and he is very proud to express his humility to everyone one by one.

"What a smugness!" Wei Qianqian pursed her lips disdainfully.

Wang Hu's gaze fell on Wei Qing again, a smug sneer flashed in his eyes, and his mouth was closed one by one: "Compare with me?" Do you deserve it! ”

"Load a hammer." Wei Qing scolded, others can't see that this poem is boring, but he can see it at a glance, this is definitely made by his old perverted father, who gave him the title.

What spring can't be closed, peach blossoms jump over the wall, this is clearly the old color full of filth, I want to find the red apricot on the wall, he changed it to the peach blossom in front of the Guanwen Pavilion, which is in line with the scene.

The back is even more well-dressed beasts, directly on the action technique.

Wei Qing almost died of nausea, and he would definitely chop off his head first in the future!

"Miss Wei, it's your turn next." Wang Hu seemed to be showing off, "I'll compete with Miss with this poem in the future!" ”

"Who wants to compare with you!" Wei Qianqian was so annoyed that Wang Hu didn't give him a good face at all, but turned to look at Wei Qing, "Wei Qing, I want to compare with you!" Do you dare! ”

"......" Wang Hu.

"......" Wei Qing.