"My third brother's poetic talent is truly... truly like the Poet Saint himself! Every time he writes, it's a masterpiece of seven colors... the seven-color realm that millions can only dream of in their lifetime, appears so natural in his writing..."
"Read it to your mother, slowly, and I'll write it down!"
"Xiling wine, fragrant as tulips, served in jade bowls, shines like amber..."
Looking at the poem before her, reading this timeless masterpiece that soothes the soul, Lin's mother radiated joy...
"Mother, my third brother has made an appointment to take the provincial examination this year."
"Good..." Lin's mother's gaze remained fixed on the poem, her mind seemingly detached. Suddenly, she jolted: "This year?"
"Yes!" Lin Jialiang said, "My third brother told me that he has alrea
