Poem competition

Grandfather: Ah, proudly, whose granddaughter she is—mine.

Xiao: Grandpa, I wish to participate in the Alchemist Wieyun's inheritance competition, which will take place in one year.

Brother: No, you cannot go. It is extremely dangerous.

Xiao: Brother, I have confidence in myself. I believe I can emerge victorious. Besides, I have also honed my martial arts skills and can now perform techniques such as the Fireball Technique, Lion Roar Technique, and Trigonal Punch Technique.

Brother: But...

Grandfather: Xiao, if you have confidence in your abilities, then you may participate.

Xiao: Thank you, Grandpa.

Butler: Young Miss, you have received an invitation from the Tian Family. They wish to celebrate their Young Master's victory in the scholar's test and have requested your presence.

Xiao: From the Tian Family? Certainly, I will attend.

[Xiao sees this as a good opportunity to investigate her mother's killer and accepts the invitation.]

Tian Zang: Hello, Xiao. How have you been?

Xiao: I am doing well. And yourself?

Tian Zang: I am also well.

Tian Kai: Xiao, what is your cultivation level? Mine is at level 6 of the Saint Realm, and my sister's is at level 5 of the Saint Realm.

Tian Zang: Sister, why are you asking her? How can she cultivate after her mother's death? She must still be at the Qi Realm.

Tian Kai: Haha, yes, sister.

Xiao: (Thinking: They want to humiliate me. Well, they will have to wait and see.)

Xiao: Indeed, my Saint Realm cultivation at level 8 may not be sufficient. Your cultivation level might be higher than mine.

[Tian Zang and Tian Kai walk away in anger.]

[After a few hours]

Tian Zang's Father: Ladies and gentlemen, today, if any of you can recite five poems in five minutes, this ginger, which is over 1000 years old, will belong to that person.

Tian Zang: Father, Xiao told me that she can recite six poems in five minutes.

Tian Zang's Father: Ho ho, is that true, Xiao? Please step forward and recite six poems in five minutes.

[Tian Zang wanted to humiliate Xiao. Xiao sought help from the system.]

Xiao: Alright, uncle, I will begin now.

1) Moonlight reflects off the front of my bed,

Could it actually be the frost on the ground?

I look up to view the bright moon,

And look down to reminisce about my hometown.

2) In the fleeting journey of life, we seldom seek material pleasures,

How can we value gold over genuine laughter?

I raise my wine cup, urging the slanting sun to linger,

As it bids farewell among the flowers.

3) On this very day last year, behind these doors,

A beautiful face and peach blossoms were aglow.

The one I admired has departed, whereabouts unknown,

Yet the peach blossoms still smile in the breeze.

4) At noon, farmers toil, weeding the fields,

Their sweat saturates the earth swiftly.

Who knows the value of a meal on a tray,

All thanks to their toiling day.

5) The colors of spring fill the garden, impossible to contain,

As a single spray of red apricot blossoms peeks through the wall.

6) Cherishing its own heart and refusing to bloom casually,

Let the peach and plum flowers unveil in the spring breeze.

[Xiao successfully recites all six poems within the given five minutes.]