Watching the Sword While Drunk
Lan Su didn't even glance at the first part of the rigid basic knowledge assessment of the Four Books and Five Classics.
It directly transitioned to the bottom.
Second question, poem:
Please use the general's conquest of the battlefield as a topic to write a poem.
I replied,
Drunk to pick up the lamp to watch the sword, dream back to play the horn to connect the camp, eight hundred miles under the command of the roast, fifty strings to turn the sound of the Great Wall, the battlefield in autumn to recruit soldiers.
Lu Kuaikuai, a horse, bows like a thunderbolt, ends the king's affairs in the world, wins the reputation of his life and death, but it happens in vain.
……
Most of the people in the literary examination were naturally scholars.
The opening of the second poem was to give these scholars a head-on blow.
He wanted them to use the general's perspective to write poems and write about the heroic sentiments of the battlefield.
Many things could only be understood after experiencing them.
How could scholars who had not experienced the battlefield and only knew how to read the books of sages understand?
He wanted them to write about the wonders, the beauties, the prosperous world, and the longing for being an official…
They were naturally filled with thoughts and writing as if they were gods.
However, he had to admit,
They could not understand it at all, nor could they experience it personally.
How cruel and heroic the battlefield was, and how heroic it was.
It would be even more difficult to write another excellent poem.
Countless people thought about it until their scalps broke.
It was also difficult to squeeze out brain cells to write an excellent poem.
However, this was obviously not a problem for Bai Yu, who had the cultural heritage of another era.
He even finished this question in an instant!
This was even the fastest question he had ever completed.
Just copy!
He could copy out more than a dozen songs.
However, Bai Yu himself liked this poem the most.
Words that had experienced the erosion of time could always shock people.
For example, the current emperor.
Lan Su looked at the words and poem.
His entire body shook!
Gradually, his calm expression turned complicated.
In a trance, he seemed to see a white-haired old general.
At night, in the Drunken Alone Camp, he stared at the sword in a daze.
It was as if he had returned to his military life.
He led millions of soldiers to kill the enemy and protect the country.
Warhorses neighed, arrows shot…It was a narrow escape, loyal to the country.
In the end,
Unknowingly, his hair had already turned white.
His face was old and his body withered.
For the country, for the king, he had dedicated all his energy and his life.
He had won the glorious military merits of his life, and Lord Zhao Zhao was behind him.
Lan Su looked at it blankly,
He stood on the other side of the king who was being served, but it was not impossible for him to empathize.
A few lines of text had the power to move one's soul.
She stepped straight into the deepest part of his heart.
When he came back to his senses, he felt that his eyes were a little blurry.
With such a veteran soldier fighting for it without regard for his own safety, he sacrificed everything for it.
As a king, how could he not be moved?
This poem not only wrote the heroic and tragic of the army
He even wrote about the devotion of the general who dedicated his time and life to the empire, and the helplessness of the hero who was defeated by time.
It was as if it could easily resonate with people.
"Good lyrics…good lyrics…"
He shook his head and unconsciously muttered softly.
He had always believed that talent did not necessarily equate to talent.
A person who could write poetry was not necessarily an outstanding official.
So,
He gave poetry the lowest score.
However, at this moment…
Looking at this phrase, he had to admit,
Such a soul-stirring poem had another kind of power that made people fall for it.
This was the charm of literature!
And now, there was still a strange contrast.
It was really hard to imagine such a word.
It was not written by a veteran who had dominated the battlefield for a lifetime and was finally in his twilight years.
Instead, it was written by a 16-year-old youth.
Had he been in the army?
No way!
His family background was simple…
So, was it completely a poem that he had imagined?
Truly a genius!
At this moment,
Merely seeing a poem, Lan Su could already be certain that Bai Yu's paper being placed first was perhaps really caused by his strength!
He deserved it!
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