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From time to time, someone would finish writing a poem. Occasionally, poems would be passed around for others to read, and sometimes, they would reach the frontmost table. The people seated there were all outstanding scholars, top achievers in the imperial examination, and their poetry was of high quality. Every now and then, two or three particularly excellent pieces would receive praise from the esteemed figures at the head table.
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