During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhi was ostracized by his elder brother, who ordered him to compose a poem within seven steps.
Everyone knew that writing poetry was never done overnight. Not only did it require accumulated experience, but it also required a flash of inspiration.
To be able to write a poem in seven steps, one could really be called a poetic talent.
Xie Lingyun, a writer of the Southern Song Dynasty, had the comment that " there is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian monopolizes eight buckets."
Zhong Rong, the author of the Book of Songs, also praised Cao Zhi for his "extraordinary backbone, magnificent words, elegant feelings, literary style, and outstanding literary talent."”
As the highest ranked poet in the entire book, he established the lyrical character of the Chinese poetry and had a historical position in the history of poetry.
Wang Shizhen once commented that Cao Zhi, Li Bai and Su Shi were the three poets who could be called "immortal talents" in the two thousand years since the Han and Wei Dynasties.
Since Cao Zijian, there had been no one else. From this, one could see the difficulty of composing a poem in seven steps. Although Li Er wanted them to imitate him, it was definitely not as strict as Cao Zijian's poem.
The test this time was improvisation, to create the best poem in a limited time.
Wang Jingzhi looked at the sky outside Ming De Hall. The sky was already bright, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Even the clouds were somewhat depressing.
Wang Jingzhi looked at the sky as he paced and pondered.
After walking about a dozen steps, his eyes suddenly lit up as he had a thought.
Wang Jingzhi quickly walked to the table at the side and started writing.
Li Er looked at Qin Feng and stood there lazily without moving.
After writing the poem, Wang Jing bowed to Li Er and said,""Your Majesty, I am not talented, but I am willing to boldly recite my work to Your Majesty.”
"Oh?" Li Er agreed. Then read it."
"Cloud brothel platform dew heavy, jade boat painted brocade hall wind. At first, the smoke covered the sky, and a little literary thought reflected the residual lamp.”
"As expected of an outstanding disciple of the Wang Clan's younger generation. He managed to compose a poem in such a short time.”
"This poem is really not bad. It rhymes in flat tones and is neat in antithesis.”
"I think with Jing Zhi's poetry talent, it's easy to get into the Jinshi examination.”
"It seems that the Wang Clan has won the Jinshi examination.”
When Wang Jingzhi read the poem aloud in Ming De Hall, the officials began to discuss.
Hearing all the officials praise him, even Li Er nodded slightly, Wang Jingzhi could not hide the smile on his face. He quickly said,"No, no, Uncle Lan Tian hasn't done anything yet, so how can you say I won?”
Although he said so, Wang Jingzhi did not care at all. He knew that Qin Feng was good at craftsmen, which was the opposite of poetry writing.
Seeing that Qin Feng was also writing furiously, Wang Jingzhi walked over to his side. When he stretched his head out to take a look, he was instantly stunned.
The first thing that entered Wang Jingzhi's eyes was the beautiful regular script. It was elegant and dignified. The strokes were thick and powerful. The strokes were in the center, full of bones and muscles, and also sharp. Generally, the horizontal strokes were slightly thin, and the vertical strokes, dots, skimming, and pressing were slightly thick.
This calligraphy style was majestic, vigorous, and powerful. It was slightly different from those calligraphy masters, but it was more solemn.
It had to be said that Qin Feng was already far ahead with his regular script. Not to mention Wang Jingzhi, even among the five surnames and seven Wangs, it would be difficult to find a calligraphy master who could compare to him.
As he marveled at the handwriting, Wang Jingzhi couldn't help but read out the poem."The black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the armor light is opening towards the golden scales of the sun.”
Even though Wang Jingzhi's voice was not very loud, Ming De Hall was extremely quiet at the moment. Everyone was waiting to see this Emperor's hand-picked Uncle Lan Tian make a fool of himself.
However, things did not go as he wished. Those who could stand in Ming De Hall, other than the generals, were mostly cultured in poetry. They might not know how to compose poetry, but at the very least, they had the ability to appreciate it.
The first sentence depicted an extremely tense scene. The black clouds rolled and almost crushed the city walls. The armor shone brightly under the sunlight.
Many people revealed a puzzled expression. This should be a poem describing the war in the frontier fortress. However, Qin Feng was only so old. He had not even reached the age of twenty. How could he have experienced the baptism of war?
At this moment, Wang Jingzhi's second sentence also happened to ring out,""The sound of the horn filled the sky in autumn, and the swallow's fat condensed purple at night.”
If the first sentence still had some doubts, then the second sentence dispelled that thought.
The sound of the horn resounded through the autumn night, and the blood of the soldiers on the frontier fortress turned purple in the cold night.
There were also many generals in Ming De Hall. When they heard Qin Feng's poem, they couldn't help but think back to that bloody battlefield.
The soldiers had protected their country and fought for half their lives on the battlefield. Some of them even died in battle. Those who were lucky enough to survive were also covered in wounds. They could not help but cry.
Wang Jingzhi continued,"Half a roll of red flag in Yishui, heavy frost and cold drum sound can not be heard."”
The red flag hung high in the army. The reinforcements rushed to Yishui. The night became colder and the frost on the ground became heavier. The drums sounded gloomy and low.
Yishui is the name of the river. It is a tributary of the upper source of Daqing River. It originates from Yi County, Hebei Province, and flows southeast into Daqing River. Yishui is still far away from the frontier fortress. This is to borrow Jing Ke's story to express his solemn and stirring meaning.
"I'm here to report your intentions on the Golden Platform and help Jade Dragon die for you!”
In order to repay the monarch's reward and love, he held a sword and was willing to fight to the death for the country.
Wang Jingzhi seemed to be immersed in the emotions expressed in the poem, almost shouting the last sentence out loud.
In Ming De Hall, all the officials, big and small, were immersed in the determination to pledge their lives to the court after being suppressed.
Civil officials had high literary attainments and could feel the emotions expressed in the poems. Although the generals did not have high literary attainments, they had experienced it personally and felt more immersive.
Li Er clapped his hands and praised,"Good, what a good way to repay the king's wishes on the Golden Platform and bring the Jade Dragon to die for the king!"”
When Li Er heard this poem, he was also extremely shocked. If his subjects were all like what Qin Feng had written in his poem, why would the Great Tang have to worry about attacking the Xiongnu in the north and subduing the neighboring countries that were constantly causing trouble?
The generals all looked at Qin Feng with different gazes. They had been through many battles and were not afraid of danger, but they were often ostracized and called boorish.
Qin Feng's poem could be considered to have justified them and their passion for serving the country.
After Li Er praised them, the generals immediately applauded.
As for whether or not they would offend the Five Surnames and Seven Wangs, they did not care. Their military merits were earned on the battlefield with a knife and a spear. These scholars should not have wanted to kill Qin Feng with just a few words.
Qin Feng also did not expect that this poem from the Tang Dynasty poet Li He's work,"Yanmen Prefecture's Journey", would capture the hearts of the generals present.
Even many civil officials praised Qin Feng. In comparison, Wang Jingzhi's actions paled in comparison, causing them to change their opinion of Qin Feng.
However, the Five Surnames and Seven Wangs were a little anxious. They had thought that Qin Feng would know nothing about poetry. They did not expect him to compose such a frontier poem and even obtain the support of the generals.
It was a great taboo to open the door unsuccessfully. If Qin Feng really won, they would all become the laughing stock of the aristocrats in the world.
Wang Gui stepped forward and bowed to Li Er.""Your Majesty, this poem is indeed extraordinary. It far surpasses my son's.”
Wang Gui first praised him, then changed the topic and said,"However, Uncle Lan Tian is not yet twenty years old and has never participated in a battle. How could he compose such a poem? This subject is stupid and really can't figure it out."
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