"Spring Dawn" was written by Meng Haoran, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty in the previous generation, when he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain.

The artistic charm of this poem does not lie in its gorgeous rhetoric or its extraordinary artistic techniques, but in its charm. The style of the whole poem is as easy and natural as flowing clouds and water, but it is far and profound, and it reaches a unique and wonderful state.

For thousands of years, it has been circulated and discussed by people. It seems that in this short four-line poem, there are endless treasures of art.

Now, this treasure has been brought to this world by Li Fan and will surely become a classic in this world.

Beijing, headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

After chanting "Spring Dawn" several times, President Han Zhong couldn't help but praise: "Sometimes we should pay attention to nature when writing poetry, but most of the time, we have nature but no charm. The whole poem is shallow and difficult to be called a masterpiece. But this poem does not lose its naturalness and has a beautiful charm. If you savor it carefully, you will suddenly feel that the poem is mellow and eternal. It is a masterpiece."

Bai Yi also praised: "'The sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many flowers fall.' The poet wants to express his love for spring, but he does not say it all or say it thoroughly. Instead, let the readers figure it out and guess it themselves, and express it in secret and tortuous everywhere. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Liu Yuan said, "Why is this kid using such a classic poem in this round? His opponent Wang Dong in this round is obviously a big gap in strength with him. He should use this poem in the 7th round against Du Feng."

Bai Yi smiled and said, "What are you worried about this? Since that kid dares to use it like this, it means he has any works that are no worse than this one. This kid is definitely a genius in poetry creation, and his future achievements are definitely higher than we imagined."

Han Zhong and Liu Yuan nodded at the same time, agreeing with Bai Yi's words. After nodding, Liu Yuan suddenly said: "Since that's the case, then this poem is..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Yi, "Old Liu, I know what you want to say. Don't forget, I have already..."

However, Bai Yi did not finish his words. The two of them heard the president Han Zhong suddenly say: "Well, this poem is good. My first appreciation this year is it. Oh, by the way, Lao Liu, Lao Bai, what do you seem to want to say just now?"

Bai Yi: "..."

Liu Yuan: “…”

...

Beijing, a residential community.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Liu Zheng knocked on the door of Yu Hai's house with ease. He came to Yu Hai today to discuss a script together.

It was only after a long time that Yu Hai slowly opened the door.

"Old Yu, have you started to study the script?" Liu Zheng asked. This is the only reason that Yu Hai can open the door after so long.

Yu Hai said, "It would be strange if you can write a good script by blindly studying scripts every day. You came just right, so you also came to read this poem. This poem seemed to give me some inspiration, but it always couldn't grasp it, which made people very troubled."

"Reading poetry?" Yu Hai was not studying scripts, but reading poetry, which surprised Liu Zheng. Of course, they also like poetry, but they just like it. Compared with poetry, they love scripts more.

And at this time, they are usually studying scripts. They either study at their own homes and ask to discuss together. He is now coming to Yu Hai to discuss a script with him.

"Well, come and have a look." Yu Hai didn't know Liu Zheng's doubts, but urged him to come and take a look.

Seeing Yu Hai's appearance, Liu Zheng became more and more strange, but he quickly walked to the computer and went to the screen. After seeing it clearly, his doubts were slightly reduced. It turned out to be Li Fan's poem. Since they met Li Fan last time, they have been paying special attention to Li Fan.

Li Fan is participating in the group stage of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, and they also know that. They will study Li Fan's poems afterwards. However, that is all afterwards. As today, while the competition is still in progress, Yu Hai cared so much about Li Fan's poems, which is the first time.

"I don't know the morning when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers fall." Curiously, Liu Zheng spoke and chanted.

After one go, he was about to say that this poem was nothing special. But he quickly said "huh" again, and then he recited it several times.

"This?" Liu Zheng and Yu Hai looked at each other. This feeling that he knew the answer but the author did not explain it thoroughly seemed to have brought them some inspiration...

...

On the Internet, this poem has also become the focus of netizens' discussion at this moment.

"Li Fan's poem "Chun Xiao" is obviously as simple and easy to understand as previous poems. But why do you always feel that something is very unusual?"

"This poem is recited repeatedly, and it does have a different feeling. But it is hard to say what it feels like. It makes people feel very troubled."

"No matter what it feels like, I can see that this poem is absolutely extraordinary."

"Are you talking nonsense upstairs? We all know that it is not ordinary, but you can explain it clearly where it is not ordinary."

"Tsk, if he can make it clear, he will also participate in the group stage."

"I can't explain this poem clearly. But I can't tell it clearly just because Li Fan is in this simple and easy-to-understand style, and I can see it."

"This seems to be true. From the beginning of "Village" to the present "Chun Xiao", it seems that it has this style."

“…”

Although everyone cannot express what the specific advantages of "Spring Xiao" is, this does not prevent everyone from liking this poem. Li Fan's votes naturally increased by an overwhelming advantage. Judging from the momentum, it is not much lower than the first round of "Praise the Farmer".

This made Wang Dong, who was watching all this in front of the computer, burst into tears. "I said, Brother Fan. In the first four rounds of the game, I only had 2 wins and 6 points. Can you use this poem to deal with me?"

Time gradually came to 7 o'clock. The fifth round of the group stage ended. In the sixth group, Li Fan once again won with an overwhelming advantage. He won all 5 games and scored 15 points, continuing to lead the standings.

The game did not leave any time for everyone to sigh. Once the interface changed, the 6th round of the game had already begun.

This time, whether it is famous artists such as Bai Yi, Liu Yuan, most netizens, or even some of the authors participating in the competition, they switched the interface to the competition interface of the sixth group at the first time.

They want to take a look. After Li Fan took out such a classic song "Spring Dawn". What kind of poem will he take out in this round?

A few minutes later, the famous artists were amazed again.

"It's really incredible that this poem is similar to "Spring Dawn".

"It will be news when this kid writes a more mediocre poem."

“……”
Chapter completed!