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"Stranger, I also bless you
I just want to face the sea, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. "
When the last stanza of the poem fell, the audience fell silent.
The breeze blows, the lingering sound is still there, and the fragrance of talent permeates the audience.
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the teenager on the stage without saying a word.
As soon as this poem came out, goose bumps fell all over the floor.
Jiang Ziya was stunned when he heard half of it!
Gongsun Rongruo, Situ Haowen and other high-status officials were also dumbfounded!
Let alone them, one can tell from looking at the atmosphere of the whole scene that the people sitting below count as one, and all of them suddenly fell silent.
Even the host Wang Shuai was so shocked that he took the microphone and forgot to speak. The hostess Hu Jing was even worse. She stared wide-eyed and didn't even notice that the microphone fell out of her hand until it fell on the red carpet on the stage. There was a heavy muffled sound on the carpet before she came back to her senses.
Then, everyone was pulled back to their bodies by the sound, as if they had just recovered from the beautiful artistic conception of "facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming".
Wow!
There were sparse applause from the bottom of the stage.
Of course, Jiang Zhoushu, Xiao Chuqing and others took the lead in applauding, and they were the first to applaud:
"What a poem!"
"What a beautiful artistic conception!"
"Full of petty bourgeois sentiment!"
"I don't know why, but after hearing this poem, I feel that this is my ideal life."
The Eight Sage Kings were the first to stand up and commented:
"This is a lyrical modern poem. From the poem, I heard Ye Xuan's longing for a simple, simple and free life realm, and his spirit of exploring the "eternal" and unknown world. But at the same time, Ye Xuan has a broad mind, Send blessings to every stranger through this poem, including those who have hurt him and doubted him! This kind of mind is too broad!"
"Combining direct expression with hints and symbolic techniques makes the whole poem both clear and deep, clear and implicit, free and dignified and rich, expressing the poet's desire for happiness and a simple life."
At the same time, the dense messages on the Internet have already swiped the screen.
"My God! Just through this poem, I have already felt Ye Xuan's deep heart of a child!"
"Yeah, I felt his innocence, simplicity and dedication to happiness, and I decided not to doubt him anymore."
"I was wrong, Ye Dacai, I must apologize to you."
"Lonely Shangyin and Ye Xuan compared each other, and the judgment was judged. Lonely Shangyin's words were confrontational and aggressive, but Ye Xuan's modern poems were implicit, simple, graceful and open-minded. After listening to it, I felt that the world is beautiful. It's a kind of baptism for the spirit."
"Genius Ye Xuan, you have violated the unforgivable sin of blind girls and domineering shows in the Dihua Zhixiu Law. My Duxiu Armor announces that I will deprive you of all the rights to show, and seal Tianxiu. Shut up and show off, Duxiu Sword, Duxiu God of War Slash, Duxiu Sealing Demon Palm, Duxiu Swordsmanship, Duxiu Light Exploding Eggs."
"Jealousy has torn me apart"
"Jealousy made me misplaced and subtracted"
"Jealousy made me mutagenize"
With the rapid economic development of Huaguo, people's living conditions have improved, and their spiritual pursuits have become higher and higher. If this kind of poem is placed in a poor and turbulent era, it will definitely be called a sophomore boy.
However, in this era, like a gust of breeze, it blows into the hearts of everyone, bringing a deep touch, even lighting up a ray of light in the gloomy life, allowing dreams to shine into reality, and it is very easy to arouse young men and women. resonance.
At this moment, the Golden Luang Hall,
Tian Haigan closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, savoring carefully, he is only in his early forties, and he is in his prime, so of course he can appreciate the wonderful intentions in the poem.
After a while, he opened his eyes and laughed: "This modern poem is really well written. It actually makes me feel like abandoning the country and retiring to the world of mortals."
The assistant next to him trembled and sighed: "Your Majesty, absolutely not, the empire cannot live without you!"
Tian Haiqian smiled again, pushed his glasses and said, "I'm just joking, if one day I retire, I really want to live this life of "facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming"."
Speaking, Tian Haiqian stared at the scrolling messages boasting Ye Xuan on the computer screen, and murmured:
"This Ye Xuan must be reused!"
The assistant memorized Tian Haiqian's words vigorously, and quietly stepped aside
Taixue Hall!
After listening to Ye Xuan's creation, the twelve great scholars were silent.
"What do you think?" Su Xiaolan asked.
Wang Juemin said: "It's not very good."
Lin Shenxiu nodded: "Compared to "Spring Snow in Qinyuan", "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", and "Song of Righteousness", it is far inferior."
Zhou Sitong agreed: "It's full of petty bourgeois sentiments, without some family and country feelings, and the artistic conception is much worse."
"I think so too." Su Xiaolan nodded, agreeing with what her colleagues said.
It is hard for them to believe that this modern poem full of petty bourgeois sentiment is the same person who wrote "Qinyuan Chunxue" and "Song of Righteous Qi"!
However, when they saw the praise of this work on the Internet.
They suddenly realized that this is the generation gap!
Thinking about it carefully, Ye Xuan is still an eighteen-year-old boy, so it is not surprising that he can write such a work full of modern Internet style!
Having figured this out, Su Xiaolan waved her hand: "It's okay, this is just the beginning, what's the hurry. Let's continue listening"
on the stage,
The host finally reacted.
"Now that all the contestants have recited their works, let's start counting the scores."
twenty minutes¡¡
Time flies, and everyone's total score has been calculated.
"Okay, now the ranking is out."
Wang Shuai announced: "A total of eleven talented scholars have scored more than 60 points."
"Eleventh place, the modern poem "Tonight, I have a date with my bed" by Mr. Park Chang from the North Korean Literature Society, with 63 points." The hostess Hu Jing said.
Upon hearing this, the people of North Korea cheered, smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations, Mr. Park Chang can stand out from hundreds of talents, it really gives North Korea a good face!"
Park Chang pushed his glasses and said, "Small, I've only used half of my talent."
Hu Jing continued: "The tenth place is "Untitled" by the talented Song Qiji, with 65 points."
Park Chang glanced at Song Qiji, slightly displeased, and whispered coldly:
"See, Huaguo is really full of talents, and a young man is also my brother. If this plan succeeds, we will all be national heroes when we go back."
Song Qiji shook his hand modestly, "I'm actually not very satisfied with this poem, it doesn't express my strength of character and artistic conception, I'm already very satisfied with more than sixty points."