The clash of words and swords between the two just now is still in my ears, which is enough to surround the beam for three days.

Although Cheng Ran's explanation followed by was a little confused, but no one looked into it, most people tend to choose to believe what they want to believe, at this time he suddenly became abnormal, it is hard to believe that he really has such a large vocabulary, so he can only ignore this matter.

This result is indeed unacceptable to them, in front of Cheng Ran and Jiang Hongshao, they can't get into it at all, it is completely a two-level competition, in comparison, everyone is overshadowed, everyone present has a juvenile heart, at least it is difficult to accept that Cheng Ran, who usually has poor grades, actually surpasses them in this regard.

But there is no way to start again, even if you avoid Cheng Ran's "B-prefix that you just memorized", in terms of vocabulary, I am afraid that it is not Jiang Hongshao's opponent, there is no suspense about the outcome at all, and there is no need to try again.

Liu Ying was quite frustrated, because of the relationship between her family and her eyes, she looked down on Cheng Ran in her heart. even accepted his father's statement "Look at that Cheng Ran, his grades are sparse, his IQ is not enough, and he will play less with him in the future!", but now Cheng Ran, who she has always believed that "has a low IQ", is out of the way in this regard, and she is not as good as him, what is going on.

It can be seen that in fact, many people present are still in the afterglow just now, and the eyes of some girls looking at Cheng Ran have changed.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more embarrassing, Liu Ying remembered something, and hurriedly said with a solemn attitude like imitating a news broadcast, "Then, let's enter the formal link, let's start this week's poetry exchange meeting! And Red Peony, I borrowed a few poems and novels from you last time, I'll go get them back to you!"

Liu Ying then took out a bunch of books from the study, all of which were some novels and poetry anthologies, and everyone immediately straightened up, which is today's "main course".

The life of these girls in the compound is still very colorful, some will call and communicate in English every day, or go to other people's homes to talk in English throughout the whole process to improve their level, and some will find time on weekends every week to carry out poetry exchange meetings. Basically, as long as there is a greeting, you can form a game that can't be moved.

At this time, Liu Yingyi reminded that the conversation box around poetry and literature opened again.

In this year, the feelings for literature are generally still very strong, in the era of no mobile phone calls, no information explosion in later generations, friends in different places at this stage will communicate in the form of letters, so in the past, the sun was late, the carriage was slow, and it took many days to wait for a letter from the person you yearn for, and it was only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

At this time, both men and women have the habit of copying, and sometimes when they see a good sentence or a good article, they will take out a cheat sheet and record it.

Poetry and literature are also very popular, Cheng Ran remembers that there is a story in the preface of the book "The Rivers and Lakes Around You", which basically means that the gangsters of this era are also very high-spirited, to see who is not pleasing to the eye and kicks over, the one on the ground gets up and gives up, "Brother Tai is so good, he must also write a good poem!"

Even his parents, Cheng Feiyang and Xu Lan, Cheng Ran once found one or two manuscripts at home, which were full of prose similar to how steel is made, and the lines were full of traces of the majestic passion of the struggle era.

In fact, in the class, Liu Ying also established a friendship relationship with Jiang Hongshao in this way, taking the words at this time, Jiang Hongshao is also a literary girl, but she is low-key, and many people in the class also boast that they have a distance from her and are difficult to approach, but Liu Ying happened to see Jiang Hongshao copying a poem by Wilde, and that poem was also a work that Liu Ying loved very much, and she couldn't bear the desire to pour out in her heart, so she couldn't help but chat with Jiang Hongshao.

I didn't expect to be able to find a common topic Jiang Hongshao, and she no longer had a sense of distance like others, and later Liu Ying knew that Jiang Hongshao had a wide range of hobbies, and all she knew was calligraphy, painting, and even she could play the guqin and piano...... Literature is just one of them, and she has a wide range of books at home, so she borrows books from time to time, reads the books she recommends, and then discusses their experiences with each other, so they come together because of the common topic of literature.

At present, most of the literary and artistic young people also love to write poems and prose, expressing some feelings, but most of them learn Tang and Song poems to give new words and say sorrow, without those authors who have gone through the trials and tribulations of life, there is always a taste of gorgeous robes supported by thin poles, the outside is decent, but the inside is always empty and empty.

As soon as Liu Ying mentioned the beginning of the poetry meeting, some people took out the small notebook they carried with them, Cheng Ran was stunned, no one had told him before...... Everyone came prepared for a long time, and in fact, Liu Ying made an appointment with Jiang Hongshao today, and actually mentioned that there would be a poem for her to play.

However, this kind of exchange meeting does not require everyone to recite a song, and if you want to take it out and praise it, you can take it out at this time.

Yao Beibei said, "I wrote a poem on the mountain last week, I'll read it!"

Yao Beibei stood up, looked around at everyone, coughed twice, her expression was very prominent, causing everyone to laugh, and then her voice rang out.

"I was walking down the road and wanted to go up to the mountains. I was on the bus and wanted to go up the mountain. I was in the classroom, and my mind flew to the mountains. But when I went up to the mountain and looked back, I saw the city below the mountain, with our little life, colorful in the starry night!"

After Yao Beibei finished reading, people were stunned for a moment, and then one after another, winning a lot of praise. This is Yao Beibei's character who is thick on the outside and thin on the inside. This poem begins with a lot of saliva, but in fact, the end is very warm. It's much better than a lot of poems that deliberately force the artistic conception to be raised.

Seeing that even Jiang Hongshao was applauding, Yao Beibei was honored. This is the meaning of the poetry exchange meeting, not only to express the mind, so that the feelings have a breakthrough, but also to get the recognition of the partners, this sense of accomplishment is no less than the worship caused by the later generations to kill the game Carrey.

Later, Yang Xia also read a prepared poem in the midst of the crowd's uproar.

"The egret green willow pavilion, the sandbank is green, when the shadow moon is in the middle, he Qingqing is alone.

Tiannan sarophim, the north wind blows the light dust, the barren sand is full of ancient roads, and the lonely city is in the night. ”

Yang Xia is wearing a light cyan skirt, and today she is also very tall and tall, this ancient poem immediately puts the girl's fairy artistic conception and loneliness in front of her, this kind of poem is purely a reflection of good language attainments, and it really seems that the poet is exquisite.

When a poem is in place, it is easy to have a good impression of the author. Yang Xia's poem is completely in line with her image, the teenagers in the compound who already like her are more focused on now, and outsiders like Sun Jichao, Wang Yuran, and Zhou Bin can't help but have a good impression of her, who doesn't love the goddess of literature and art.

Jiang Hongshao's slender hands couldn't help but pat their palms, and their long eyelashes blinked to taste the charm, obviously very happy with this poem.

Yang Xia sat back on the stool reservedly, and it was only at this moment that she felt that she had pulled back from the English game she had just played.

Wang Yuran and Zhou Bin were pulled over by Sun Jichao, and they were not prepared, but the others read out their poems one after another, most of which were decent.

But from beginning to end, Sun Jichao was calm and was not in a hurry to show himself. Liu Ying suddenly showed a mysterious smile to everyone and said, "Do you remember that in the last issue of the school magazine, there was a poem called "Autumn"?

Everyone looked at Sun Jichao, Liu Ying picked up the thin campus literature and art book in her hand, opened it, and said with a smile, "I'll read it to everyone." ”

Then she pronounced in a somewhat exaggerated tone: "Like sad eyes, I love autumn." On foggy and quiet days, I often went into the woods, and I sat there, looking at the white sky and the tips of the dark pine forest. I loved to chew on the sour leaves, lay on the grass with a lazy smile, listened to the shrill calls of woodpeckers, and thought of all sorts of strange fantasies. The grass withered, and a cold, quiet light rose over it, and my whole heart was intoxicated with happiness and free sorrow......"

When Liu Ying finished reading, Yao Beibei said "Ha!" and said to Yang Xia, "It turns out that he is the author of this poem, 'Thinking Wanderer'! Sun Jichao is the 'Thinking Wanderer'! We also copied this poem together......

Yao Beibei was straightforward and said it at once.

Although excerpts are not anything special, at this time, when Yang Xia said this from Yao Beibei's mouth, it felt a little different.

Everyone looked at the two meaningfully.

A girl said, "Although this poem is all about the woods and birds, the tone is sad ......" This girl focused on the tone, and did not say that she really felt sadness, in fact, it is not that a poem is literally full of sadness, which can make people empathize, this poem is good, but it is inevitably a bit deliberately exaggerated sadness.

But this is already very good, and many people nodded to Sun Jichao, thinking that he was really amazing.

Yang Xia was secretly annoyed by Yao Beibei's quick mouth, but at this time, there was no way, his face was a little red, he didn't look at Sun Jichao, and for some reason, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Cheng Ran.

Sun Jichao waved his hand to make a humble gesture on the one hand, but his eyes were quite complacent, he saw Jiang Hongshao smiling and nodding at him, his heart was settled, as if he had received great encouragement.

In fact, this poem is okay, mainly because of the recitation tone when Liu Ying reads it, which really makes him accept it, Cheng Ran estimates that if he continues like this, he will be embarrassed, so it is better to go back and read the book, so he got up and said, "Everyone's poems, uh-huh, are all very good...... I still have some things, go first, you can continue, leave me alone......"

Everyone watched Cheng Ran say goodbye and left, and from beginning to end, no one stayed.

When the door slammed shut, everyone's eyes were invariably focused on Yang Xia's body.

There was a bit of an abrupt silence in the atmosphere.

Because most people know that Cheng Ran has a crush on Yang Xia, such a stubble, in their opinion, it is probably because Yang Xia excerpted Sun Jichao's poems, and he Cheng Ran is dwarfed, and the young man's heart can't stand it, so he brushed his sleeves away, which implies how much unspeakable anger and shame because of love and hate, his last sentence "Don't worry about me", how sour it is...... The people present have already made up a big drama in their brains.

Seeing Cheng Ran go out, Yang Xia's eyes flashed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Liu Ying said, "Forget it, Cheng Ran can't write any poems anyway......"

However, what no one saw was that Yu Xiao, who was now in the corner, was curled up, his face was extremely angry and unwilling, it was a kind of empathetic resentment for the humiliation suffered by his brother, like an angry wave waiting to break through the fence of captivity, waiting to vent and break out of the wall.

Looking at the smiles of the people around him, Yu Xiao's lips trembled.

Then he heard his own voice ringing, "Who said Cheng Ran can't write!"

Originally, Cheng Ran's departure was just a small episode, and Liu Ying was about to continue to bring the atmosphere, but Yu Xiao's sudden opening made the atmosphere suddenly embarrassing. It seems that the undercurrent that everyone saw through but didn't say was torn off here, and then it became clear, and the scene began to be extremely ugly......

Yu Xiao said that even he was frightened, but looking at everyone's eyes, he also broke the jar.

Liu Ying is not something that Yu Xiao can challenge, she just smiled, and said with a smile, "Of course, anyone can write poems, but not everyone can write well, did you read the process and burn it, or did he write it when you played together?"

"Yes, I have what he wrote!" Yu Xiao finally took out the crumpled newspaper from his clothes pocket, which he had been holding in his pocket.

Someone laughed out loud at the funny nature of the scene.

What, do you have a newspaper to write poetry? This is not a painted turtle, right? If you want to help Cheng Ran get out, you have to look handsome.

But Yu Xiao still spread out the crumpled newspaper with his hands, and his expression was even a little reverent......

"When I went to his house today, I saw what he had written when he was practicing calligraphy. ”

Liu Ying's expression was exaggerated, "Huo, there really is." Then it is better to let everyone hear how about his poems. ”

Sun Jichao said, "Forget it......"

"Sun Jichao, you are just too kind, do you think that the poem you have appeared in the school magazine has just come out, and the next is the so-called poem written by Cheng Ran, it will be a little embarrassing...... You really think about him!" The big-mouthed Yao Beibei shouted, "Oh, you don't have to play a round, he wants to lose face, then be ashamed!"

Sun Jichao's eyes flashed with cunning, he was actually about to receive such an effect. But when he retracted his gaze, he suddenly saw Jiang Hongshao look at him, and with just one glance, Sun Jichao felt as if he had been seen through, and his heart sank.

"Come on, come on...... He's going to read ......"

"Read, Yu Xiao, why don't you read it......" This is not a big deal.

Yang Xia said, "Yu Xiao, you're enough, don't be joking!" She actually wanted to see what poems Cheng Ran wrote in Yu Xiao's newspaper, but this can be seen in private, at this time, Yu Xiao read it out, with her understanding of Cheng Ran, it is likely to be embarrassing, and in front of a school magazine poem thrown by Sun Jichao just now, then make a judgment, plus the gossip of these people next to her, and in the end, I don't know what Cheng Ran will become. This Yu Xiaochun was a little stupid and dug a pit to bury his buddy.

Someone had already caught a glimpse of Yu Xiao unfolding the newspaper to reveal the font on it, but then he was stunned, the dragon-like flying penmanship was written by Cheng Ran?

Yu Xiao turned a deaf ear to these, picked up the newspaper, the back of the newspaper was still the page of "Shanhai Metropolis Daily", his voice was not good, but the tone was frustrated.

As he read out the verses, everyone first had a smiling smile, and after a while, this smile gradually disappeared, and everyone's face showed different degrees of concentration and seriousness.

[Note 1] A cup of respect for the rising sun, a cup of ...... Respect the moonlight.

The morning sun awakens my yearning, and the moonlight softens the cold window.

A cup of respect for hometown, a cup of respect for the distance.

My hometown guards my kindness, and the distance urges me to grow.

A cup for tomorrow, a glass for the past.

Tomorrow will fly against the wind, and the past will be heavy.

One cup for freedom, one cup for death.

Freedom forgives the ordinariness of my life, and death dispels my fear and confusion.

Why not regret the changes of time

How can the hustle and bustle of the world be unashamed

In the stormy waves

and crushed bones before

Life and death - fearless!"

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[Note 1: Adapted from Mao Buyi's song "Dispel Sorrow"]

Well, I know I'm sullen...... Brave boys, what about your tickets, what about your tickets~