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Lin Ruhai faced the eager gazes of the students with kind eyes and a gentle smile:

"You are like the rising sun, but I have already entered an old age.

I do have one or two poems that encourage learning and encouragement, but I will not give them to you.

There is no other reason than that I don’t want to contaminate you with the twilight spirit in the poems and ruin your scorching sunshine.

But it doesn’t matter. The person next to me, Mr. Zhao, is about the same age as you. He is also a generation of the sun, and he has a deep heart and profound talents. Let him write a poem on my behalf and give it to you.

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Zhao Wujiang was calm and calm. From the moment he felt Lin Ruhai's gaze, he knew what Lin Ruhai was going to say.

Chen Shuwen also reacted very quickly. He immediately clasped his fists respectfully towards Zhao Wujiang and said respectfully:

"Please ask Mr. Zhao to write a poem."

The students also began to agree. After all, when it comes to the group that is most interested in poetry writing, it is the students.

Most of them had heard the poems of Zhao Pavilion Master of Wuya Pavilion in Kyoto, and they yearned for and admired him, which also set off a poetry frenzy among the talented students.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and smiled, put his left hand on his back, made a fist with his right hand and placed it between his abdomen and chest, and groaned:

"The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying.

A person with black hair does not know how to study diligently early, but a person with gray hair regrets studying late."

"..." Lin Ruhai was stunned on the spot. He looked at Zhao Wujiang with confusion on his face, but he was roaring loudly in his heart:

"Don't you need to think? Zhao Wujiang?

How did you do this? When you blurt it out, your energy surges so much that you have no place to put it?"

He knew that Zhao Wujiang was quite talented in poetry, but he didn't expect that he would reach this point. He just nodded and composed the poems. He was like a monster.

Chen Shuwen hasn't reacted yet, what happened? Didn't I just finish what I said? It took Master Zhao so long to write the poem? Did I hear it wrong?

A burst of noise and exclamation broke out among the students. They were shocked by Zhao Wujiang's poetry.

Moreover, this poem is not a pretentious and random verse, but a sentence that becomes more and more charming the more you read it. In just twenty-eight words, it reveals the profound truth of diligent study and achieves an inspiring effect.

Wang Jue stood in the crowd. He stared at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief. At the same time, the speculation that he had just rejected resurfaced in his heart.

“The ancients spared no effort in their knowledge, and only when they were young and old did they work hard to achieve success.

What you see on paper will eventually make you realize it is shallow, but you will definitely know that you have to do it in earnest."

Zhao Wujiang recited another poem lightly.

The waves in Lin Ruhai's heart kept rising one after another, constantly hitting the cliff in his heart. He became more and more confused about how someone could blurt out such excellent poems one after another.

Compared with the previous poem, this poem seems to tell students step by step that learning requires diligence and practice.

The noise and exclamations of the students suddenly stopped, and a needle could be heard outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites.

Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly, stood upright, and said in a deep voice with a majestic aura:

"These two poems to encourage learning are given to you.

I hope that while reading the scriptures diligently, you will also understand the true meaning of the scriptures, instead of memorizing them by rote and only understanding them superficially. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

All the students responded in unison. They felt that this elegant Mr. Zhao was just like the dignified teacher they had seen when they were young boys. They were involuntarily convinced and responded naturally.

The loud voice resounded outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites, as if today was not an exam question but Zhao Wujiang giving a lecture.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at everyone:

“If there is encouragement to learn, there must also be encouragement.

I will compose another poem to encourage everyone."

He pondered for a moment, and the light of his thoughts flashed away like a candle in his mind, and he said loudly:

"In the past, there was nothing to be proud of for being sordid, but now there is no limit to our dissolute thoughts.
Chapter completed!