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Chinese poetry?!

When they heard the words "Chinese poetry", everyone felt like they were waking up from a dream.

Chinese poetry is no better than haiku.

Although there is no distinction between literary genres, for Japanese people, writing Chinese poetry is undoubtedly more difficult than writing haiku.

After all, if you want to write Chinese poetry, you must at least have a profound knowledge of Sinology.

Any Japanese who has received higher education can write a few haiku casually, although the level may not be very high.

But when it comes to Chinese poetry, not everyone can write it.

Silence still dominated the entire banquet.

In this silence, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other as they did just now.

But this time, no one dared to whisper, no one dared to cast mocking, sarcastic eyes at Qingdeng.

They were shocked just now, and the "aftershocks" brought to them by Qingden's haiku have not yet faded away.

Qingden ignored the atmosphere around him and slowly turned around, facing Merlin not far away.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

It was also at this moment that Qing Deng said in a sonorous and powerful tone with a golden voice:

"Every piece of Russia is shocked and thousands of new things are made, and even more laborious carriages and horses are crushed into dust."

"You spend a lot of time in the forest to urge birds to return, but you put your hands behind your back to work for independent people."

"I would like to use the void as a resting soil, and occasionally go back to the garden to spend the remaining winter together."

“The blue sky is so thin that it’s hard to fill the paper, and the traces of my love are already gone.”

The poem is finished, the words are finished.

Qingdeng turned back expressionlessly and bowed slightly to the crowd.

"It's embarrassing."

Then, under everyone's blank gaze, he leisurely sat back to his original position.

Ten seconds later, the distant sound of wind still emphasized the tranquility of the banquet hall, as if only this room was cut off from the world.

Half a minute later, the banquet hall, which was originally so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, started to stir without being too obvious, just like the ripples caused by the wind blowing across the lake.

One minute later, a certain "Nan Ji Sect" was the first to come back to his senses and loudly said:

"What a poem! What a poem!"

After someone took the lead, Qingdeng was immediately surrounded by praise, envy, and jealousy one after another.

“I’ve tried to write a trace of my love life…it’s really a wonderful pen!”

"This is impossible... Tachibana Aoden actually knows how to write haiku and Chinese poetry, and his level is so high..."

"Tsk, not only does he have an outstanding swordsmanship talent, but he also has such excellent literary talent...could he be omnipotent?"

…

Those who have not put ink on the poem paper put away the paper and pen in their hands one after another while showing a sarcastic look - how can they have the nerve to present their own works? Isn't this humiliating themselves?

Qingdeng's Chinese poem shocked everyone far more than Fang Cai's haiku.

The Chinese culture represented by Confucianism has always held a very high weight in the hearts of Japan's ruling class and intellectuals.

Throughout the Edo period...or throughout the entire ancient history of Japan, "being proficient in Sinology and being able to write Chinese poetry" has always been a symbol of high quality.

It’s amazing to be able to write Chinese poetry, but you can actually write it so well?!

It can be said that the haiku Aoden just recited is like throwing a huge stone into a lake as calm as a mirror, causing countless splashes of water.

So, the Chinese poem he is reciting now is like throwing a bomb into the lake, which has not yet regained its calm and is still rippling.

Many people were stunned by the explosion - at least Tokugawa Iemo was stunned.

I saw Tokugawa Iemo sitting with his limbs stiff, like a clay or wood sculpture.

Wagongiya sitting on his right has a similar appearance.

It’s probably hard to believe that Wagongiya, who has a lofty heart and a deep prejudice against the Kanto people.

A Dongyi... and a rude Dongyi who had only been known as "good at wielding swords" could write such beautiful poems.

Compared to Tokugawa Iemo and Wamiya, whose expressions were dominated by strong shock, the expressions carved by Tenzouin were undoubtedly more complicated and more playful.

She showed a dazed expression, her red lips were half-opened, and her handsome brows were filled with unspeakable emotions, making her expression difficult to grasp.

Katsurin Taro patted Aonto on the shoulder and sighed with surprise and joy:

"Qingdeng, I didn't expect you to have such ability."

Qingdeng put on a modest smile.

"It's just because the scenery blowing into the courtyard is so beautiful that it inspired me. Ordinarily, I wouldn't be able to write such a good poem."

If anyone at the table had the most violent reaction at this moment, it was definitely Hitotsubashi Keiki and Matsudaira Harugaku.

The expressions of both of them were extremely ugly, and their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to be dripping with thick black ink at any time.

Although they are very reluctant and do not want to admit this fact... But this haiku and this Chinese poem written by Qingto are indeed undoubtedly superior works!

As for how to evaluate this song "Whose house is deep in the plum blossoms, half a star of light leaks dimly" - in a word: the sense of picture and artistic conception are both there.

At night, in the depths of the plum forest, one or two lights are exposed... What a strong image this is?

It is very similar to Xin Qiji's famous saying: "Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw it when I turned around the creek."

In addition, it has the right artistic conception.

There is a touch of sadness hidden between the lines, and there is also a sense of tranquility.

Who lives in the depths of Merlin? I have no idea, I can only see those weak lights revealing loneliness.

A sense of silence came over me.

Chinese poetry, which follows haiku, is also outstanding.

The flowers withered, and the thin blue sky could not leave behind the fragrance of the fallen flowers... The sad atmosphere almost came out of the paper, which is so in line with Japanese tastes!

The Japanese like this kind of sad, pathos, and life-or-death tone for even the smallest of things.

Anyone with a little knowledge of Sinology can clearly feel the extraordinary nature of this poem.

It is only natural that everyone will be impressed by this poem.

After all, the author of this poem is a famous poet in the late Qing Dynasty: Chen Zengshou (1878～1949).

The characteristic of Qing poetry is that "the two ends are heavy and the middle is light".

The poetry of the early and late Qing Dynasties was generally of extremely high quality, and excellent works were produced frequently.

As for the poems written in the Qing dynasty, they are a little too thin due to various reasons that should not be discussed in detail.

In the time and space where Qingdeng currently lives, Chen Zengshou has not yet been born.

So Qingdeng copied his work without any politeness.

In his previous life, Qingdeng had memorized and studied poems from various dynasties in China in order to pass the "Poetry Appreciation" test in the Chinese language exam.

Although he did not know much about the poetry of the late Qing Dynasty, he could at least remember the outstanding works of famous writers such as Liang Qichao, Chen Zengshou, Chen Sanli, and Chen Yan.

In this way, Qingden turned the situation around with a haiku and a Chinese poem.

The "Nanki Sect" and the "Ichitsubashi Sect" are still majestic on one side and unhappy on the other.

However, the roles of both parties have been reversed.

The former raised his chest and raised his head, his eyebrows dancing with joy.

The latter's writing is empty, depressed and restless.

This is probably the so-called "law of conservation of smile" - the smile has not disappeared, it has just transferred from the face of the "Ichitsubashi School" to the face of the "Nanki School".

As usual, after the poetry game is over, everyone will discuss and choose whose work is the best.

Judging from the current situation, there is no need to hold this session again.

It is already clear who will win the crown.

Suddenly, Qingdeng said:

"Lord Matsudaira!"

Matsudaira Harugaku, who felt Aoto's gaze, immediately turned his head and looked over subconsciously.

"I wonder if the works below can meet your discernment?"

The corners of Matsudaira Chunyue's mouth twitched several times.

His complexion changed towards the color of pork liver at a speed visible to the naked eye.
To be continued...