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Chapter 261 The quality of a work is more important than quantity. One of my works is worth ten thousand!

Objective evaluation——

Whether it is "Man Jiang Hong·Tengwang Pavilion in Yuzhang" or "Climbing Tengwang Pavilion in Autumn", any of these two poems——

All of them are enough to be called amazing!
But you want to say that she is more beautiful than all the others?
This may be a little difficult.

After all, it is the highest-level literary opportunity in China's literary world. Given the standards of these two poems, it is indeed quite difficult to stand out from a crowd of excellent works.

After all, the literati who dared to come to this literary gathering and dared to go to the main building of Tengwang Pavilion to recite poems and paint -

Who doesn't have two brushes?
I prepared carefully for this part for such a long time, but in the end, it was instantly defeated by a poem written by you, Zhuang Han, on the spur of the moment.

Is this a bit of an exaggeration?
However, although they cannot be said to be the most beautiful among all the other flowers, these two poems written by Zhuang Han are still very popular in the Tengwang Pavilion.

It can definitely be called top-notch!
If we were to classify the poems in the Tengwang Pavilion Ceremony into different levels,

It is divided into four levels: T1, T2, T3 and T4.

There is no doubt that both "Man Jiang Hong·Tengwang Pavilion in Yuzhang" and "Climbing Tengwang Pavilion in Autumn" can be regarded as T1 grade!
It's not a crushing defeat, but it's stunning enough, and it's also exciting enough to make people feel shocked!
When Zhuang Han wrote this poem "Climbing Tengwang Pavilion in Autumn" without stopping,
I thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Han took up his pen and shouted in Lin Feng's direction again:
"Lin Feng, you're still looking!"

Without stopping for a moment,
Under the astonished gaze of the crowd,
Zhuang Han picked up his pen again and continued writing poetry on a completely new piece of rice paper.

Every stroke and every character of his writing is so powerful that it can be felt through the paper!
The people present couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene:
"No way, you're coming again?!"

He didn't care about the astonished looks of the crowd at all. After glancing at the surrounding scenery,

Zhuang Han continued writing: "Re-ascending the Pavilion of Prince Teng"

[Singing Yizhou on the Tengwang Pavilion, I visited here twenty years ago. ]

[Don't ask if it's half right and half wrong, the beauty of the mountains lies in the long flow of water. ]

Zhuang Han composed poems so quickly that people had no time to react!
Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he lowered his head in thought.

When I saw a bird flying in the distance, I subconsciously added two strokes on the rice paper.

When he saw the willows swaying by the river, his brows couldn't help but relax and he continued to write poetry on the blank rice paper.

Soon, under Zhuang Han's almost crazy creation

Under the poem, there are poems about Tengwang Pavilion. He quickly wrote the third, fourth, fifth...

Although, these essays of Zhuang Han are not considered as masterpieces for all time!
However, I have to admit that if it is improvisation——

These poems conceived by Zhuang Han are indeed excellent!
From describing the scenery at the beginning to writing about myself in the middle,
Then I will write about other people later...

As if he had fallen into a state of madness,
Zhuang Han wrote classic poems one after another on the main building of Tengwang Pavilion.

He was seen standing by the riverside of the main building of Tengwang Pavilion, laughing wildly and shouting a few times:
“It’s so enjoyable!”

“It’s so enjoyable!”

Then, it never stops, as if the inspiration will never run out.

The brush in my hand keeps dancing on the rice paper.

This scene made the scholars who were watching on the scene dumbfounded. This crazy look made the people around sigh:

"Could this be the legendary poetry maniac?"

It's like being completely in your own world.
Zhuang Han's brush keeps dancing on the rice paper.

With every dance, a poem is born in this grand ceremony of Tengwang Pavilion.

Although Zhuang Han was extremely crazy, one must admit that these essays Zhuang Han wrote casually -

Every song is of extremely high quality!
This high efficiency, high frequency, and high quality output is shocking to everyone!
Is this the value of a literary master?
It’s really scary!

It's like being trapped in my own world.

Every time Zhuang Han picked up his pen to write a poem, he would shout in the direction of Lin Feng:
"Lin Feng, look!"

"Lin Feng, look again!"

"Lin Feng, you're still looking!"

"Lin Feng, don't blink!" One song after another.

He refused to stop at all.

As long as you have eyes, all the scholars and writers present can see that

Zhuang Han's almost crazy behavior was directed at Lin Feng!
You said you don't want to write poetry?
Okay, then I'll force you to write a poem!
I write a poem and call out your name, Lin Feng. As fellow literati, surrounded by so many literati and poets—

It all depends on whether you, Lin Feng, can save face!
Zhuang Han's shouts were like provocations, as if he was constantly calling out to Lin Feng:

"Lin Feng, are you coming?"

"Lin Feng, you still don't want to come?"

"Lin Feng, can you really sit still?"

"Lin Feng, can you really put down your dignity?"

At the beginning, with the mentality of eating and drinking,
Lin Feng didn't care too much about it.

"These melon seeds, with five spices, are pretty good."

"This special cigarette is delicious."

"You know what, this West Lake Longjing is quite interesting when I drink it. It seems to be sweeter than iced black tea."

However, after Qi Guoqiang's repeated calls.

Gradually, Lin Feng's expression became more solemn.

That’s right, Lin Feng really doesn’t care about his face.

But it doesn't mean that he is completely shameless.

If you say you want to just shout once or twice, that's fine.

But who can stand you yelling all the time?
When Zhuang Han called out Lin Feng's name for the sixth time.

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly:
"Since you insist on me going up to compete with you?"

"Okay, then I will do as you wish!"

…………

at the same time.

Ni Ni and other people who were familiar with Lin Feng were shocked at the speed at which Zhuang Han wrote poems.

I can't help but worry about Lin Feng!
You said that Mr. Zhuang Hanzhuang's performance is already so exaggerated that any poem he writes can become a classic handed down from generation to generation.

If Lin Feng were to go up against Zhuang Han, the old literary master, without any preparation—

How embarrassing would that be?
Lin Feng's advantage lies in writing, in creating literary works and novels.

Things like reciting poems and painting,
This was not Lin Feng’s strong point, but Zhuang Han’s strong point.

As a famous modern literary figure, Zhuang Han has his own insights into poetry culture and ancient words.

But looking at Lin Feng——

When it comes to modern writing or literary works, Lin Feng may be a genius, unmatched by anyone.

But when it comes to ancient Chinese, compared to Zhuang Han, isn't Lin Feng just a newcomer?
Use the enemy's weakness to attack the enemy's strength?
Isn't this just roasting Lin Feng on the stove?
…………

Zhuang Han wrote more than ten poems in a row, each of which is a classic!
When Zhuang Han stopped writing, he just stood on the stage, looked down at the audience, and looked at Lin Feng indifferently.

The meaning of that expression was also very obvious.

"Do you dare to come?"

Feeling the fiery gazes of all the literati in the audience.

Lin Feng slowly stood up and walked onto the stage:
“Quality is more important than quantity.”

"One of my poems is worth ten thousand of yours!"

(End of this chapter)