The Cottage Was Broken by the Autumn Wind!
Cheng Chumo was the kind of person who was not afraid of anything, so he was not afraid of Li Chengqian or Gao Shilian's threats.
He didn't even bother with them and directly read the article.
At this moment, the entire place fell silent.
Li Shimin, who was about to ask Fang Xuanling to help, stopped him.
He only looked at the scene in front of him with increasing interest. He realized that things were getting more and more interesting.
Cheng Chumo didn't hesitate anymore. Under everyone's gaze, he finally began to read Han Hun's essay.
"In August, the high autumn wind howled and rolled up the three thatch on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled the suburbs of the river. The tall ones hung on the branches of the long forest…"
Cheng Chumo was a martial arts expert and was very confident. At this moment, anyone could hear his voice clearly.
When everyone heard this, they could not help but be stunned.
What did this opening say?
What high wind in August? He even took away the grass?
They didn't understand what was going on. Li Shiming, Fang Xuanling, and the others also frowned, as if they didn't understand the meaning of the article.
Gao Shilian's face turned paler and paler.
Because he knew that the description at the beginning was nothing. The real finishing touch was at the end.
This was a wonderful piece that could be passed down through the ages!
Cheng Chumo continued to read,"…The bedhead room is full of holes, and the raindrops are like hemp that has not stopped." Since the chaos of the past few sleep, the night wet how to get rid of?”
Hearing this, everyone already understood what he meant.
Before their eyes, as the poem unfolded, they saw such a picture scroll.
A skinny old man held a walking stick and watched helplessly as the grass in his thatched hut was blown away by the wind. Then, before he could pick it up, it was snatched away by others. It could be said to be extremely tragic.
And this was nothing. As the saying goes, when a house leaks, it rains overnight. The heavy rain began again, and the blankets were as hard as iron. Life was so difficult that it was simply hopeless.
These young masters who had never experienced hardship shuddered just thinking about such a thing.
They thought that if they were in such a situation, they would definitely be in despair.
What kind of desperate situation was this?
But at this moment, Cheng Chumo's voice suddenly rose a dozen degrees. His voice fell with a loud bang, shaking everyone's eardrums.
"How can there be thousands of mansions to shelter the world's poor scholars, and to be as stable as a mountain in the wind and rain?”
Cheng Chumo didn't pause at all and recited the three lines in one breath.
At this moment, the entire place fell silent.
Li Shimin's eyes widened, Fang Xuanling clenched his fists, and Wei Zheng looked at Han Hun with a bright gaze.
As for Gao Shilian, he sat back down.
He knew that it was over.
The thought realm of the entire article suddenly rose. It was already like an azure dragon soaring into the sky, unable to be concealed.
The Azure Dragon going out to sea was shocking!
His words were like a slap to himself.
In the silence, Cheng Chumo finally finished his last sentence."Ah! When did I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes? It's enough for my hut to be broken and frozen to death!”
Cheng Chumo wasn't a pure scholar. He didn't know any rhyme or cadence. To him, it was already good enough that he could read it word for word.
But even so, even if he read it out without any emotion, this poem that could be called a masterpiece of the ages was enough to shock everyone!
Great thoughts forged great people, and great people would write great poems!
This essay was written by Du Fu, the greatest patriotic poet in Chinese history.
The burning feelings of concern for the country and the people, the lofty ideals that urgently requested to change the dark reality, and the incomparably stirring and inspiring spirit, like the miracle of turning into a dragon when encountering a storm, suddenly rushed into the hearts of people.
Everyone's hearts were stirred and shaken!
China's history spanned thousands of years. During this period, there were not many works that could be circulated.
However, as long as they could be passed down, they were all masterpieces.
And Du Fu's 'Song of the Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind' was one of the best.
What it meant to be concerned about the country and its people, what it meant to be concerned about the country's life and death, what it meant to be deep in thought, what it meant to sacrifice one's life and forget, all of these were vividly displayed in this poem.
Words had power, and great works were enough to support a nation's rise from hardship!
That was why Gao Shilian was stunned when he saw Han Hun's article.
Because he knew that this article was so well written that even he himself couldn't write it.
This was simply a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages.
Therefore, his shock at that time could be imagined. In order to clear Li Chengqian's obstacles, he went against his conscience and said that this article was trash and worthless!
Originally, with his power, doing this was nothing.
But who knew that Han Hun would make Cheng Chumo read it out loud…In the end, it led to this situation.
Everyone was shocked by this article. They all knew what had happened.
If such an ancient masterpiece was called dog sh * t, then what was he writing? Even Gao Shilian, the examiner, was nothing.
Silence!
A strange silence!
A heart-stirring silence!
The entire examination hall seemed to have been muted.
Be it Li Chengqian or Lin Xiao, they all widened their eyes at this moment, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
They really didn't expect that this boorish man who they thought was just a little bit of strength could actually write such a masterpiece.
How, how was this possible?
Looking at what Han Hun wrote, then looking at what he wrote, Lin Xiao could not help but take a step back. There was no comparison. It was simply the difference between heaven and earth. Putting these two articles together was simply blasphemous to Han Hun's poems.
Li Shi Min was also shocked to the point where he stood rooted to the ground. He was stunned for three to four breaths of time before he said in a hoarse voice,"Xuan Ling, you…how do you evaluate this poem?”
Fang Xuanling gulped, unable to conceal the shock and shock on his face. He said,"Han Hun's seven-character ancient poem is powerful and profound, so the situation is quite impressive. Strength is thick, clear to make clear; Qi is strong, restrain it to make it stern. That's good."
After a pause, he continued,"No one can compare to me in this world!"”
"No one can compare to you?"
Li Shi Min took a deep breath and whispered to himself,"How can there be thousands of mansions to protect the poor scholars of the world, to be as stable as a mountain in the wind and rain…What a vast chest, what a proud son of heaven, what a heaven-sent talent who worries about the country and the people!”
Li Shi Min shouted three times, then suddenly looked at Li Jing and said,"Apothecary, you have a good son-in-law!”
Hearing this, Li Jing couldn't help but raise his chin.
At this moment, he was proud of Han Hun.
The Li family was proud of Han Hun!
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