There were more than a dozen uncles and aunties in the huge lounge.
No one made a sound.
The lounge was silent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the poem that Shen Mu had finished writing.
"What a good 'I wish we can last forever'!”
"Hahaha!"
Everyone was still in a daze.
Hearing Zhang Qingming's voice and hearty laughter.
Only then did he come back to his senses.
"This poem is really artistic!"
"Did Little Shen think of this on the spot?”
"I couldn't tell that Little Shen was so talented!”
"The words are well written, and the poem also has an artistic conception!”
....
The few elders couldn't help but give Shen Mu a thumbs up.
He looked at Shen Mu with eyes full of admiration.
Although many of them did not understand poetry, it was not difficult to see that although this poem did not mention the word "Mid-Autumn Festival".
But it was indeed related to the Mid-Autumn Festival.
While she missed her loved ones, she also cared about their health.
A poem was only a few words, but it contained so many meanings.
Who could write such a poem?
At least, they couldn't.
Yang Chengguang's face turned pale as he listened.
Originally, he thought that he would be able to use the ancient poem written by the Poet Saint Du Fu to surpass Shen Mu's original poem.
However, he did not expect that Shen Mu's last two lines would directly raise the entire poem to several levels!
Originally, Yang Chengguang thought that he had to win.
But now, it seemed that it was really difficult.
Even though his writing had also received praise.
However, Yang Chengguang was not a fool. He had practiced calligraphy for so many years and had memorized many poems.
Of course, he could tell what was good and what was bad.
Original words and poems were not easy to come by.
However, Shen Mu was like a fish in water, and he was at ease.
Combining the original works together, what was presented in front of everyone was a perfect piece of work.
How could they win this competition?
The result was obvious.
Yang Chengguang, who had been extremely active just a moment ago, was like a frosted eggplant at this moment.
However, Shen Mu was very indifferent. After he finished writing, he slowly walked to the small tea table and sat down to drink tea leisurely.
He drank tea while watching them discuss.
This was a very famous poem in the previous world that everyone liked.
Yang Chengguang's poem was written by Du Fu, the Sage of Poetry, while his Shuidiao Getou was written by Su Shi, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
They were all famous poets from ancient times.
However, before writing this poem, Shen Mu roughly understood it.
Although there was Su Shi in the history of this world, there was no such poem as 'Shuidiao Gateou'.
Perhaps the archeological team had not unearthed this poem, or perhaps Su Shi of this world had never written it before.
Another possibility was that Su Shi had written it, but it was not passed down.
No matter what, Shen Mu had brought a poem that had been passed down through the ages from the previous world to this world.
Shen Mu couldn't say who won or lost.
From the perspective of poetry, after all, both poems were written by famous poets.
From the perspective of calligraphy, this was the first time they had seen the thin gold style, and Yang Chengguang wrote regular script that every calligrapher knew.
Although Shen Mu was very confident in his calligraphy, he was not a referee, so he could not guess what the referee, Zhang Qingming, was thinking.
Shen Mu sat at the small tea table and watched the group of people discussing not far away.
"What should we do? Who will win with these two pieces of calligraphy?"
"We've never seen Little Shen's calligraphy style before.”
"Although I've never seen it before, this calligraphy style is really beautiful.”
"To be honest, at first, I thought that Brother Yang's calligraphy was good, but now that I've seen Little Shen's, I don't know who to choose.”
"To be honest, I feel that Little Shen's writing is better.”
"Although we haven't seen Little Shen's handwriting before, it's really not bad. Especially this poem, I really like it!”
"Yes, yes, yes. It's the last two sentences. From this poem, don't look at how young Little Shen is. His literary attainments are really high!”
"To be honest, when comparing the two pieces of calligraphy, the result is actually quite obvious. Although Brother Yang's calligraphy is not bad, Little Shen's level is obviously higher.”
.....
A group of uncles and aunties gathered around Zhang Qingming and discussed.
However, Zhang Qingming didn't even look at it. He frowned and stared at the two words in front of him.
Indeed, it was just as these people had said.
Among the two pieces of calligraphy, Yang Chengguang's calligraphy was familiar to everyone, be it poetry or calligraphy.
They had never heard of the poem written by Shen Mu before. It was his original creation, and it was the first time they had seen the calligraphy style.
It was an original creation from start to finish.
However, it had to be said that the level of this original creation was really high!
Zhang Qingming was still conflicted.
However, after hearing the voices of the people around him, the answer in his heart slowly became obvious.
At this moment, Yang Chengguang's heart slowly sank with the words of the people around him.
She quietly retreated and slowly distanced herself from the crowd.
Now, his heart was about to die. There seemed to be more and more people praising Shen Mu's good writing.
He was definitely going to lose.
In fact, the result of the match was already clear.
Let the referee announce it?
No! He did not want to hear the news of his loss from others!
Aunt Yang crossed her arms and watched happily from the side, not caring about the outcome of the competition at all.
It was just an entertainment match between the two of them. Why was there a need to be so serious?
Now, she was waiting to announce the results of the competition and share it with her daughter as soon as possible.
At this moment, Zhang Qingming's voice finally broke through the crowd and reached everyone's ears.
"Ahem, everyone, quiet down."
Zhang Qingming was probably going to announce the results of the competition.
Everyone fell silent.
Yang Chengguang took a deep breath and stepped forward." Old Zhang," he said.”
Zhang Qingming, who had planned to analyze the two pieces of calligraphy, temporarily held back what he wanted to say.
He asked," What's wrong?"
Yang Chengguang lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He seemed to have mustered a lot of courage and said dejectedly," I admit defeat."”
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