Chapter 277: English Corner

"This classmate, may I ask which great poet's poem you just recited?"

Li Ruisong couldn't help but ask, he is the class leader of the third class of e-commerce in the School of Information and Technology of the Department of Computer Science of Nanjing University, because he loves learning and is obsessed with English, so he spontaneously organizes his classmates in the school to read together in the morning.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was reading English in the morning just now, he suddenly heard Ye Cheng's exciting and blood-boiling recitation.

He considered himself to have dabbled in a lot of masterpieces and masterpieces by poets from all over the world, but he had never seen such exciting verses.

When he heard Ye Cheng reciting the poem just now, his whole body trembled, as if his soul was about to go out of his body, which was a kind of excitement that outsiders could not understand, and it was also the moving of meeting like-minded people.

For this reason, his eyes were moist several times, but he was afraid of disturbing Ye Cheng's recitation, so the tears in his eyes did not come out, but the tears in his eyes could not be held back anymore, just like the Yellow River flooding out of control, rushing out directly.

However, his companions did not comfort Li Ruisong, because at this moment, their mood was as excited as Li Runsong, and even stronger than him.

This verse is only because it exists in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

It's just that the person they didn't expect to be able to recite such verses turned out to be a young man who looked as old as them, but although this young man looked young, he had a vicissitudes of life in him.

It is a kind of indifference and indifference that has seen all the states of the world, experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and sat and watched the vicissitudes of the sea.

This kind of indifference ordinary people can't be imitated, and it can't be imitated.

Because this kind of temperament can only be exuded after experiencing it personally, which is the precipitation of time and the accumulation of years.

However, although Ye Cheng has a vicissitudes of temperament, he is still full of hope and enthusiasm, full of vitality, like a newborn teenager.

"I'm sorry, this is what I just felt and read it randomly. ”

Ye Cheng said lightly, without the slightest concealment, and he didn't bother to hide anything, because this was just one of his countless talents, as simple as eating and drinking.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can this poem be made at random by you?"

When Li Ruisong heard Ye Cheng's words, his expression was shocked, and a storm broke in his heart, because even if Nietzsche was reincarnated and Li Bai was reborn, it would be impossible to read such a quatrain.

You must know that this poem is cleverly conceived and innovative, and the most rare thing is that it is done in one go, without the slightest sense of obscurity, and the whole poem looks like a whole, and it is impossible to find a trace of shortcomings and flaws.

However, Ye Cheng now said that this poem was inspired by him and read it casually, which is absolutely unimaginable for Li Ruisong.

Because he is also a lover of poetry, he has written dozens of poems, but they are too crude to be used for his own amusement, but even so, these poems have cost him countless energy and effort

There are even some poems that I got by chance when I dreamed back at midnight, but even so, they were not as good as the poem Ye Cheng had just read.

In front of the poem that Ye Cheng recited, the poems that he had spent so much effort and energy to make were as ignorant as shit, and they didn't even deserve to be compared to him.

Originally, Li Ruisong thought that such poems must have come from great poets like Nietzsche, Li Bai, and Du Fu, and no matter how bad they were, they were also modern poets like Gu Cheng and Xu Zhimo.

But who knew that Ye Cheng actually said that he was a person who had a feeling and did it at will, wouldn't this be when they were all fools?

"This kind of poetry is by no means something you can make, and I advise you not to deceive yourself and bring humiliation upon yourself!"

Li Ruisong's eyes were blood-red and bloodshot, because Ye Cheng insulted his faith and the word poetry.

Although Ye Cheng looks extraordinary in temperament and looks very handsome, this is by no means the reason and capital that Ye Cheng can act recklessly.

Because he was too angry, Li Ruisong's whole body was trembling, and even his angry fingers were trembling slightly, which was a manifestation of anger to the extreme.

Ye Cheng didn't expect that he just had feelings, so he thought casually, and said a few verses that would make Li Ruisong take it as a good sentence, and even did not hesitate to make himself an enemy for this.

Ye Cheng was angry and funny in his heart, and at the same time felt sad for Li Ruisong's ignorance, because he didn't know what poetry was.

These few sentences are just random recitations of oneself, and they are not poetry at all, although the content is also very profound and beautifully worded.

But it can't be considered poetry, and if I had to define it, it would only be prose written by philosophers.

But this can't be blamed on Li Ruisong, because Ye Cheng has been reincarnated for thousands of years, and has read countless ancient books and famous books, even if it is a casual sentence, it is full of mysteries and deep meanings, which are not at all understandable by ordinary people.

There were once reporters and people from the Writers' Association who repeatedly came to the door and begged him to join the Writers' Association, seeing him as a hope for the revival of traditional literature, but Ye Cheng refused.

Because he thinks that although he is very knowledgeable and has a good writing, he is too tired to be a writer, and he has to deal with a group of old-fashioned and stubborn old men, which is the last thing he wants to see.

So even under the begging of the people of the Writers' Association, Ye Cheng did not agree to join the Writers' Association, because he prefers to study philosophy rather than literature, although he has seen Hegel, Kant and other philosophies are too plain, but there is still merit.

However, this does not hinder Ye Cheng's attainments in poetry, because all roads lead to Rome, all laws are one, and all avenues are the same way, so although Ye Cheng's attainments in poetry are not as good as philosophy, no one in the world can be his opponent.

And Li Ruisong, these people, in front of him, were like mayflies shaking trees, and they didn't measure their strength, and they dared to question his strength.

"Are you questioning me?"

Ye Cheng's eyes were cold, he had a good impression of Li Ruisong and the others, and he also had a good impression in his heart, who knew that he was so vulgar and short-sighted.

However, Ye Cheng was not too angry in his heart, because the ants did not know the ambition of Honghao, and the few of them were just sitting in the well and watching the sky, and they had never seen the world.

"I ...... You are insulting poetry, so how can I question it?"

Li Ruisong faced Ye Cheng's questioning, his pupils shrank, his whole body trembled, and his heart was empty, as if he was empty.

However, with his love for poetry, Li Ruisong still stubbornly said that in fact, at this time, he had no bottom in his heart.