Although Yan Chenyu's poetry has not reached the realm of otherworldliness, his words are really unique.

In particular, the stunt he performed with both his left and right hands made everyone applaud.

There are also many lovers of writing and ink who use their left hand to write and make gimmicks.

Left-handed writing is not a big deal, it's great that you can write a handy font with both left and right hands.

Without a foundation of ten or eight years, this is not something that ordinary people can do.

Zhang Shanfeng was also very convinced, if Yan Chenyu's head was hot for a while and he challenged the first place, he would have no chance of winning.

The third-place Jin Yanzi and Yan Ruyu competed.

When the time comes, if you compete with Yan Chenyu again, no matter who loses, it will not be good.

What's more, his black diamond card was still pressed in his hand by the treacherous Duan Jiu'er!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he thought of Duan Jiu'er, Zhang Shanfeng found that Duan Jiu'er was quietly looking at him with an ambiguous look.

The moment she met her, her eyes shifted quickly, and she looked at the others smiling as if nothing had happened.

Ziyue once again represented Murong Xiaoxiao from behind the bead curtain to the front of the stage.

She succeeded Duan Jiu'er and continued to read other people's works.

Zhang Shanfeng had heard Yan Chenyu's poems, and after reading his words, he felt that what other people had written was boring, so he waited to see Ai Ruicong's.

I don't know what magic Ari Cong used to make Bai Hefan, who is like the queen of icebergs, laugh with the sound of a pig.

Finally, in the hearts of many people who are looking forward to it like Zhang Shanfeng, I finally read Ari Cong's.

When Ari Cong's words were just displayed in front of everyone, there was no expected hilarious scene, but everyone was stunned.

There was silence at the scene, and some people even took out magnifying glasses and reading glasses from their arms.

The women also stretched their necks and carefully studied the text and ink from the young man Arrow Cong.

I saw that the nearest Ziyue had a sad face after seeing Ai Ruicong's words.

"This ......" Ziyue hesitated, lifted Aricong's poem, and found that there were actually two pieces of paper written!

She looked back into the beaded curtain.

"Ziyue, if you have the courage to challenge on stage, we must treat everyone equally, don't discriminate, please read this son's masterpiece. Murong Xiaoxiao didn't know if he deliberately wanted to see Arrow Cong's jokes, or if he was serious.

After all, before this, Bai Hefan, who was highly sought after by Duan Jiu'er, had already laughed for a while.

At her urging, Ziyue had no choice but to look at the ink from Arrow Cong again. The work ethic made her start reading in a serious, unflattering or derogatory way.

“Ianderedlnelyasalud

Thatflatsnhigh‘ervalesandhills,

henallatneIsaard,

Ahstfgldendaff

Besidethelake,beneaththetrees,

Flutteringanddaninginthebreeze.

Theavesbesidethedaned,butthey

ut-didthesparklingavesinglee:

Apetuldntbutbegay,

Insuhajundpany:

Igazed-andgazed-butlittlethught.”

Halfway through a poem, some people look hard because they don't understand it at all.

There are also some younger people, pretending to understand, nodding frequently with half-squinted eyes, and from time to time they are talking about a serious sentence in one ear after another.

In fact, most people fail to comprehend the artistic conception in this English poem, because let alone poetry, even if it is an ordinary dialogue, they may not be able to keep up with the rhythm.

What made them even more admirable was that they couldn't imagine that a maid beside Murong Xiaoxiao could speak such a smooth London accent, even if they couldn't understand what was written, they could feel the feeling of enjoyment.

Everyone's discussion came and went, Ziyue's voice was almost muffled, and she looked at everyone innocently.

Seeing that everyone's discussion was a little quieter, Ziyue quickly continued to read the rest of the poems.

“hatealththeshtehadbrught:

Frft,hennyuhIlie

Invaantrinpensived,

Theyflashupnthatinardeye

hihistheblissfsli

Andthenyheartithpleasurefills,

Anddanesiththedaffdils.”

After reading it, Ziyue handed the scroll of poetry in her hand to the attendant on the side, and then stood aside and waited for Murong Xiaoxiao to send her.

It's the first time I've seen someone write foreign poems in English at the Wenmo Conference, and they also write English with a brush!

Some people want to learn from Bai Hefan to laugh at it, but they don't even know what they write, so they can't start laughing, and the atmosphere is very embarrassing for a while.

"That...... Dare to ask Miss Ziyue, this poem ...... What do you mean?" asked an honest man curiously.

Then a lot of blank eyes were cast, inadvertently revealing everyone's cultural level, and it seemed that they all wanted to listen to the interpretation.

Zhang Shanfeng was originally just worried that Ai Ruicong stayed in the ocean for a long time, maybe it was just Chinese, but he really didn't expect Ai Ruicong to be so ruthless, and directly wrote the entire poem in English.

If you didn't know Arrow Cong's character, you would have been able to deliberately drag the text for him!

Miss Ziyue has already helped me finish reading the poem, so I won't bother Miss Ziyue about the translation, I'll explain it to you myself!

Ai Ruicong thought about Zhang Shanfeng's recitation of Murong Xiaoxiao's words just now, and the atmosphere was so harmonious, so he also wanted to show it.

"I'm like a lonely cloud,

Floating high above the valley,

Suddenly I saw a large patch of flowers,

It's golden daffodils blooming everywhere,

They bloom on the shore of the lake, under the trees,

They dance and sway with the wind.

The sparkling lake waves are also dancing nearby,

But it is not as light as this narcissus;

The psalmist meets this happy traveling companion,

How can you not feel joyful;

I stared at it for a long time—but I didn't understand it

This sight is the spiritual treasure that I have been given to it.

How many times have I been depressed and alone,

feel bored and empty;

And this vision flashed in my mind,

How many times have I comforted my loneliness;

My heart dances with the narcissus again,

The hearts of men are filled with joy again. ”

Arrow Cong's voice is full of emotion, and even the breath of Shakespeare's opera is poured out, and he interprets the whole poem to the fullest, but he still gets a vote of female poets as he wishes.