Some praised, while others disagreed, "The imagery of this poem is certainly good, but I still think the last two lines of the previous one are better."
Everyone expressed their own opinions, engaging in a debate.
Gu Chengyu also discussed with Ye Zhiqiu and the others, but they all believed Gu Chengyu could undoubtedly compose something better, leaving Gu Chengyu feeling both amused and helpless.
"What's the rush? Isn't there one more poem left?" Fu Ming, seeing everyone was already debating over who was first, immediately shouted discontentedly.
Sun Xian nudged Gu Chengyu's shoulder, "Quick! It's your turn now!" He seemed even more nervous than Gu Chengyu.
Ye Zhiqiu leaned forward as well, curious to see what Gu Chengyu had written and whether he could outshine these Jiangnan literary talents.
Fu Ming held up the poem and began to read, "Apricot blossoms and spring rain moistening silently, the fragrant essence spills by the clear lake pool..."
