Guo Han pinched the chalk and had been in a daze for five minutes.

He tried to write Xia Que at his own level, and his poetry level was extraordinary, not only modern poetry, but also ancient poetry.

It's a pity that when he saw the last four sentences, he was confused.

Although those four sentences are short, the feelings contained in them are progressing step by step, as if they have exhausted the most far-reaching love words in the world.

He tried several ways to fill in the second half of the sentence, but found that the comparison was not as good as this one.

He didn't have that ability to replenish the lower que.

Don't say that Guo Han didn't have it, and Chu Ming himself didn't either.

Because of this poem, there was only Shangque at the beginning, because the author of Peking University did not write Que.

Although there are many people who try to make up for it, in the end, they all draw tigers and do not become anti-dogs.

The gap between the lower and upper ques is too big.

And many girls have been completely conquered by this mutilated poem.

"This poem is so beautiful. ”

"It's a love poem for confession, if anyone can tell me that what I love is across the mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are not flat, I'm afraid I will be moved to cry!"

"Which god is the author of this poem?"

"His skills in flirting with girls are too high, I don't think any girl can withstand his lingering offensive. ”

"Didn't Guo Han say that he was sure to continue writing, why was he still stunned?"

"Don't you don't have that ability, you can't write it. ”

Guo Han on the stage, holding chalk, wanted to lift the pen several times, but finally gave up.

Wang Changqing also put down the chalk, shook his head and smiled.

"This poem, not the deity, there should be no one who can continue to write the next que, and I can't do anything, lest the dog's tail continue to mink, and people will laugh at it. ”

Wang Changqing can't continue to write, let alone Guo Han.

Wang Changqing's words can be regarded as giving Guo Han a step, so that he will not be so embarrassed, but Wang Changqing's tone is also a little serious.

"Xiao Guo, I think I can write these two poems, we should all know the poetry level of this little brother, whether he plagiarized your poems, there should be a conclusion. ”

"When he comes back to the auditorium, you and him will apologize publicly in person!"

Guo Han was unconvinced: "Elder Wang, these two poems can only prove that his level of love poems is not low, but they can't prove that this poem is not plagiarized by him." ”

Things have come to this point, Guo Han is difficult to ride a tiger, and he can only continue to resist.

Because he knew that even if the other two poems were fine, the poem "A Flowering Tree" would definitely have a problem judging from Chu Ming's expression.

As long as he gritted his teeth and persisted, things would turn around.

"Those two love poems are just poems that make a little slap and make girls happy, in the vast ocean of poetry, there is no inspiration at all, and the expression of the poems is also lacking, and the earliest poem, whether it is the meaning or level, is different, there is no evidence!"

Guo Han plans to find fault from a professional point of view, although many of his Guo Han's own love poems are also used to make girls happy, and they have no practical significance, and his words are equivalent to denying all his works, but now, he can't care about so much.

His face had fallen to the ground and could no longer be trampled underfoot.

"Then what do you want?" Wang Changqing's face was no longer good-looking.

He has already given face to this junior, and hopes that he will bow his head and admit his mistakes as soon as possible, but he doesn't want the other party to be so stubborn!

Unless he can write a different style of love poem with the theme of the tree, no one can guarantee that the poem is his original. Guo Han said.

Many people are already a little dissatisfied with Guo Han's approach.

I can't afford to lose!

The creation of poetry is inherently very inspirational, and it is difficult for you to directly limit the theme of the poem and have different styles.

Even many Wang Changqing himself can't do it.

"Xiao Guo, you're a bit of a fool!" Wang Lao scolded.

"Elder Wang, I'm telling the truth......" Guo Han said stiffly

Zheng Tingting did not hesitate at all and asked Guo Han.

"If my brother really created it according to your request, what will happen to you then?"

"If he really created it, I will kowtow to him on the spot and apologize, admitting that I slandered him. Guo Han said simply.

He didn't believe that in such a short period of time, he could still create it on the spot after restricting the theme and style, and besides, he was not in the auditorium now, so what could he do to fight back.

didn't think about it, after hearing her words, Zheng Tingting clapped her hands and said quickly.

"Okay, that's what you said, my cousin wrote me two poems at that time, and I asked me to choose, and I chose the other one to recite on stage, and in fact, the other one, also with the theme of trees, I'll write it to you now. ”

"Little girl, can you let me write it?" Wang Changqing walked up to Zheng Tingting and asked.

"Absolutely. Zheng Tingting handed the notebook to Wang Changqing.

Wang Changqing looked at the words on it, his face was full of astonishment, and then he turned into appreciation, and finally looked at Guo Han and shook his head.

"You've let me down so much. ”

After saying this, Wang Changqing ignored Guo Han, walked to the blackboard, and began to write.

To the Oak Tree

"If I love you—not like a climbing flower, showing off yourself through your high branches;"

"If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeat monotonous songs for the shade, and not only like a fountain, which brings cool comfort all year round, nor like a dangerous peak, increase your degree, and set off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rains. No, that's not enough! I have to be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. Every gust of wind passed, and we greeted each other, but no one understood our words. Thou hast thy branches of brass and iron, like knives, like swords, and like halberds, and I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like a torch of valor. ”

"We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts, and we share the fog, the drifts, and the rainbows. It seems to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other for life. This is the great love, and the steadfastness is here:"

"Love - not only love your majestic body,"

"Also love the position you hold onto, the ground under your feet. ”

The poem is finished.

The stage was also quiet.

This time, the poem is no longer playful.

It meets all of Guo Han's requirements.

If you want me to write about the tree, I will write about the tree, and if you want me to write about love, I will also write about love.

You want me not to make a fuss.

Indeed, there is no small fight, coaxing the girl to say I love you, but through the perspective of the oak tree, telling the feelings and meanings contained in the poem.

Young people can understand the beauty of this poem from the surface of the text, and those who have experience can taste the meaning from the text.

Single-handedly, this poem "To the Oak Tree" is stronger than all the previous poems.

It is another classic, a classic that can be left as a classic of modern poetry.

Defeated.

Guo Han was completely defeated!

Now, he couldn't find any excuse to excuse himself.

The impact of this poem to the oak tree on the people present was even more shocking than the previous poem "A Flowering Book".

For a long time, the audience was immersed in the charm of poetry.

At this time, someone repeated the conversation that Chu Ming had done with Guo Han before.

"I can't write poetry, but I can copy it. ”

In the past, everyone listened to it as a joke, but now that I think about it, no one will take it as a joke anymore.

Because it's so ironic.

How can a person who can write these classic poems casually not know how to write poetry, and how can he not understand poetry?

Plagiarizing your Guo Han's manuscript?

Tampering with your Guo Han's poems?

Don't be funny! Is he necessary?

He himself was not present, and he had already swollen your face by relying on a few improvised poems in his notebook.

You Guo Han think that people really don't understand poetry, and you want to take the opportunity to get a little cheap and step on others to get on the top.

As a result, I accidentally kicked an iron plate.

And you took the initiative to put up this iron plate.

It's embarrassing!