"The morning star is still present, a few miles before dawn. The color of the clouds and forest is indistinguishable, only the sound of wind and water can be heard." Tan Ziheng recited softly.
Upon hearing these four lines of poetry, the crowd nodded in agreement.
"Fresh and enduring, indeed a fine work!" An old scholar stroked his beard and praised.
"Truly a renowned talent across the region, his work is exceptional the moment he starts!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
Even Yun Lingxuan on the stage couldn't help but nod in secret.
Though these four lines are not considered a famous piece, they stand out for their freshness and cuteness, which is quite commendable.
Hearing the crowd's praise, Tan Ziheng could not hide his growing satisfaction, though unsaid, it was already evident on his face.
At this point, Tang Zheng on the stage slowly spoke, "No, your poem is not complete, there should be more!"
