"The topic is—an ode to snow," he said in a mocking, sarcastic tone. "Poor scholar, do you have the nerve to compose a poem about snow?"
Chu Yang smiled faintly. "Why wouldn't I?"
He walked to the writing desk, picked up a brush, and dipped it in ink.
Countless classic poems and verses about snow surfaced in his mind one by one.
After a brief consideration, he chose one.
The brush danced like dragons and snakes, flowing as smoothly as drifting clouds.
In mere moments, a poem appeared on the paper.
"The scenery of the northern land: a thousand li locked in ice, ten thousand li of whirling snow..."
Chu Yang wrote as he recited aloud.
Those majestic, grand lines rolled like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
"Gazing within and beyond the Great Wall, all that remained was vast whiteness; above and below the great river, its surging waves had vanished..."
"Mountains danced like silver snakes, plains galloped like waxen elephants, each striving to stand taller than the heavens..."
"On a bright day, behold the land clad in red and white, exceptionally enchanting..."
He recited "Qinyuanchun" with calm eloquence.
When the final word fell, the entire hall sank into dead silence.
Everyone was stunned.
The verse was magnificent in spirit and vast in conception—something none of them had ever heard before!
Especially the line, "each striving to stand taller than the heavens," which elevated poems about snow to an unprecedented height!
"Th-this... what kind of verse is this?"
"Too shocking... I've never read anything so grand and majestic!"
"With this verse out, every poem about snow under heaven has become worthless!"
A wave of astonishment rose from below the stage.
The scholars who had originally looked down on Chu Yang had now all become fervent admirers.
Even Liu