Changsheng opens treasure chests everywhere

Chapter 45

What is a poem about objects?Chanting things is actually expressing one's aspirations, not expressing one's aspirations based on things, but also chanting a hairy thing!

Feng Qingnian's "Song of the Wind" is really good, with a novel idea, and with just a simple five-character quatrain, the image of the wind is vividly displayed in front of everyone.

But it's a pity that only chants have no words and ambitions, which can be said to be superficial.

In contrast, "lime chanting" has a more novel idea. Just imagine who can use the lime that repairs the courtyard wall to write poems?The whole poem is written concisely, and the language is simple and unpolished, but it has a strong appeal.

And most importantly, "Lime Yin" borrows things to describe people and expresses feelings.Show a positive attitude towards life that is not afraid of setbacks, and awe-inspiring righteousness without fear!
"Teacher Mi's 'lime chant' is a testament to his noble character! I am ashamed, ashamed!"

After a while, Zhou Fengxian spoke, his face full of shame.

Before that, he had always regarded Mi Xiaoxia as a mediocre person who had no real talent and learning through the back door.But think about it, if you don't have ambitions, if you don't have real talents, how can you make "lime chant"!
"'Lime Yin' is in front of me, and I have been writing poems for decades. It is a waste of pen and ink!"

"Brother Zhang, you're alright. I originally wanted to publish a collection of poems, but fortunately I didn't. Otherwise, when someone compares 'lime chant', I would die of shame."

The other teaching assistants came back to their senses, smiled bitterly and shook their heads, and then heard the sound of paper being torn, and the others also took out the poems and tore them up.

Some people even said that they should go back and burn all the previous poems. If they can't write poems like "lime chant", they won't leave pen and ink for a day.

"Haha! The completion of the poem 'Lime Yin' today is really a great joy. As for the candidate for this election, I don't think there is any suspense."

Zhou Fengxian laughed happily and continued.

"Wait! Lord Jijiu, I have something to say!"

But at this moment, someone suddenly shouted.Everyone looked up, but it was Feng Qingnian.

Everyone was startled, although Feng Qingnian's 'Wing of the Wind' was good, but compared with 'Lime Yin', it was several grades worse. Could it be that he is still not convinced?

"My lord, 'Lime Yin' is certainly well written, but it is still unknown who wrote it."

Feng Qingnian glanced at Mi Xiaoxia with a sneer, and then turned to Zhou Fengxian.

"My lord has a noble character and is uncontaminated in the world, but I don't know that the world is going downhill. Nowadays, there are many villains who steal poems for fame and fame!"

"This……"

Hearing this, Zhou Fengxian couldn't help being stunned, and the other teaching assistants were also stunned, and then looked at Mi Xiaoxia with some doubts.

That's right, if Mi Xiaoxia really has this level of talent, why is he just a scholar, why does he have to rely on connections to enter the Imperial College?
Could it be that he heard this 'lime chant' from somewhere, and now he writes it to pretend to be his own poem?

Feng Qingnian was annoyed in his heart, he was already sure of winning, but Mi Xiaoxia made a 'lime chant'.But he won't give up so easily, firmly grasping the handle of Mi Xiaoxia's relationship with him through the back door, and he must bring Mi Xiaoxia down.

"Professor Mi, in order to show justice, can you write another propositional poem."

After thinking for a while, Zhou Fengxian said to Mi Xiaoxia.

The so-called propositional poem is to specify the title.No matter how coincidental, it is impossible for Mi Xiaoxia to just hear a good poem that fits Zhou Fengxian's topic.

As long as Mi Xiaoxia can compose poems that are comparable to "Lime Yin", or whose level is not too different, it can show that he is indeed talented.

"My lord, please ask questions."

Mi Xiaoxia's face was calm, and he nodded calmly in response.A slight sneer in his heart, Feng Qingnian is busy, it seems that he is impatient!
"Well, it's still a poem about objects, um...it's already November, and plum blossoms are about to bloom, so let's use plum blossoms as the theme."

Zhou Fengxian thought for a while and asked a question.

"Lime Yin" is a poem chanting things, and now it is reasonable to make another poem chanting things.

"it is good."

Mi Xiaoxia nodded, crossed his fingers, frowned and pondered, after crossing his hands eight times, he stretched his eyebrows and walked towards the table.

Everyone couldn't help being startled, it took only a few breaths of effort, did they figure it out?In such a short time, it is difficult to write a poem, let alone a good poem, a good poem comparable to "Lime Chant"?

Everyone was curious, and hurriedly followed, to see what kind of poem Mi Xiaoxia wrote.Among them, Feng Qingnian was the most anxious. He had already made up his mind that as long as Mi Xiaoxia's writing was not as good as "Lime Yin", he insisted that "Lime Yin" was plagiarized by him!

"My house washes the inkstone pond head tree."

Mi Xiaoxia wrote, and everyone couldn't help but read along.This first sentence is so plain that it doesn't even look like poetry, but rather like ordinary speech.

Feng Qingnian was overjoyed, the first sentence was not good, no matter how good the later ones were, the overall level of the poem could not be too high.Now he has begun to think about his rhetoric, how to accuse Mi Xiaoxia of plagiarizing 'Lime Yin'.

"Blossoming flowers with light ink marks."

Immediately afterwards, Mi Xiaoxia wrote the second sentence.And when they saw this sentence, everyone's eyes lit up.

The words Xiyan, Chitoushu, and light ink marks echo back and forth, and an indifferent plum blossom seems to appear in front of you, how ingenious it is!

Feng Qingnian frowned, he wasn't very happy, but suddenly felt bad.

"Don't let people praise your color."

Immediately after the third sentence, everyone frowned again, and this sentence was straightforward and unremarkable.But they are already mentally prepared, waiting to see Mi Xiaoxia's fourth sentence.

How far this poem can go depends entirely on this fourth sentence.Not only Feng Qingnian, everyone couldn't help but get nervous.

"Leave only pure energy to fill the universe!"

Mi Xiaoxia slicked his pen and ink, and the fourth line of the poem was completed.

"Leave only fresh air... full of heaven and earth... good poetry! good poetry!"

As soon as the fourth sentence came out, everyone was startled for a while, and after a moment of silence to savor it, they applauded loudly!What a 'leave only clean energy to fill the universe'!
The tree at the head of the washing inkstone pool in my house has blossoming flowers and light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just leave the clean air full of heaven and earth!
It's also a poem about chanting things, it's also about expressing one's will through things, and it's also about a noble and pure temperament!Everyone smacked their lips and praised, "Lime Yin" is good enough, but this song "Mo Mei" is not bad at all, and the preceding and following sentences echo each other, and the ingenuity is even better than "Lime Yin"!
And most importantly, Mi Xiaoxia expressed his point of view very clearly with the help of this song 'Momei'.

Feng Qingnian said that he plagiarized, but he did not refute, but explained with a song "Mo Mei", "Don't let people praise your good looks, just leave a clean air full of heaven and earth".

That's right, what about being slandered by others, you are noble and pure, and you will naturally be full of vitality!
"Good! Good poem! Absolutely!"

People read it repeatedly, and they are still full of praise.

"This……"

Looking at Feng Qingnian again, he was completely dumbfounded at this time.If he writes two good poems in a row, he can still call it plagiarism. If you have the ability to copy two good poems like this?What's more, the last poem is a propositional poem, so the possibility of plagiarism is very small!
"In ancient times, there was Cao Zijian who wrote poems in seven steps, and today there is Mi Xiaoxia who wrote poems in eight steps. Cao Zijian is so talented, and Mi Xiaoxia is not far behind!"

First it was 'Lime Yin', and now it's 'Momei', and an assistant teacher couldn't help admiring.

"Extremely extreme, from now on everyone will call Brother Mi 'Mi Bacha'."

The other teaching assistants also booed and said with a smile.

"Assistant Mi, I have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I can accept it."

At this time, Zhou Fengxian suddenly bowed to Mi Xiaoxia with a very humble attitude.

"What are you doing, my lord!"

Mi Xiaoxia was startled, quickly helped Zhou Fengxian up, smiled and said.

"My lord, please say something, as long as I can do it, I will definitely obey."

"You said it yourself, everyone can testify!"

Hearing this, Zhou Fengxian was very excited, and grabbed the manuscripts of "Lime Yin" and "Mo Mei" into his arms.

"Assistant Mi, give this manuscript to this old man and make it a family heirloom."

"manuscript?"

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment, then came back to their senses in an instant, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, old things, old foxes, they are so quick!This is the manuscript of 'Lime Yin' and 'Mo Mei', and he has it all to himself, even if he wants to be an official, he still has to grab it!

(End of this chapter)