"Me?" Chu Ming was a little surprised, and actually called out to himself.

"Yes, at present, we have recently created modern poems in Huaxia, what poems do you have that you are deeply impressed with and like very much?" asked Guo Han.

Chu Ming thought about it in his mind, and he found that he didn't know anything about the Chinese poetry of this world at all, after all, many works had been modified.

He couldn't say some famous poems in his original world, because he wasn't sure if this world had appeared, and he couldn't find other poems for a while, so he simply said it.

"I guess it's the modern poem "Answer". ”

Some students in the audience had never heard this poem and started to talk about it.

"Answer?"

"Is there a poem?"

"I haven't heard of it. ”

"I remembered that this poem was written by Chu Ming, and it was a poem that made the leader faint directly at the live broadcast of Haodaren. ”

"When you say that, I think I've heard this poem. ”

"Well, my dad said the poem was very good. ”

"My teacher also said that this poem is very thought-provoking, but it is a pity that the content is too depressing, otherwise it would be in the textbook. ”

"No, Guo Han's poem, but he hasn't been in a textbook, this answer has this qualification?"

"Does this mean that Chu Ming is stronger than Guo Han?"

This poem quickly aroused discussion among those present, and Guo Han's face became slightly ugly.

He originally took care of the question session, just to accept the praise of the audience, but suddenly a boy said that another work was not his own, and it was a little-known poem, and even the poet was not a layman's poem, the most important thing is that many people thought that this poem was better than his own, which made Guo Han a little unhappy.

But he didn't show it, but smiled.

"Hehe, it seems that this friend's appreciation of poetry is not enough. ”

Chu Ming was strange.

What do you mean?

My level of appreciation is not enough.

"An important feature of modern poetry is beauty, beautiful writing, beautiful artistic conception, good poetry is the need to praise and call for beauty, this "answer" I have also read, from beginning to end, all are insults and sarcasm, this kind of poetry can only be regarded as a disease-free moan, not a good poem. Guo Han shook his head and explained.

"Our modern society is already very beautiful, satirical poetry has long been eliminated, do you make a satirical poem, do you want to satirize the darkness of our society? This is a typical strong word, don't be misled. ”

Guo Han's words, at first glance, sounded a little reasonable, and many classmates were fooled.

"I see. ”

"I don't like that answer, I don't understand it. ”

"That's right, it's a good scene in the news, and there's no darkness there. ”

"I didn't understand it before, but after listening to Mr. Guo Han's explanation, I understand now. ”

"Poetry is supposed to be beautiful, and it's so depressing and uncomfortable to write. ”

"I still like Guo Han's love poems, one word, beauty. ”

Chu Ming was criticized like this for no reason, and he felt that he couldn't bear it.

This poem is in his original world, but it is a classic poem, and it is useless to be criticized by you alone.

What other satirical poems are out of fashion?

The world is generally bright and colorful, but you can't deny that there is still some darkness, and it's a bit too much for you to say that I want to satirize society.

Besides, when others praise your poems, you say that they have a good level of appreciation, and when I say other people's poems, you say that the level of appreciation is very poor.

Do people who like your poetry have a high level of appreciation?

Chu Ming got up and said: "I have some different opinions on this point, poetry is not just to express beauty, it is to convey the soft things in people's hearts, it is just a simple generalization, it is unfair." ”

Guo Han's face was a little unsightly: "This friend, are you engaged in literary creation?"

"I'm from the Chinese department. Chu Ming said.

"Graduates of the Department of Chinese have nothing to do with literary creation. Guo Han shook his head and smiled, "Do you know poetry?"

Chu Ming shook his head: "I don't understand." ”

"Alas, that's why I said, laymen are easily influenced, I recommend you to read more of my works, read less of layman's poems, good works can cultivate sentiment, bad works can only bad minds. Guo Han suggested.

This is a satire on the poor quality of Chu Ming's work.

"I don't think his work is bad. Chu Ming said calmly.

"I don't have a useless discussion with you, because you are a layman to poetry. ”

"That's not exactly. Chu Ming smiled meaningfully.

"Can you write poetry?" Guo Han frowned.

"I can't write poetry. Chu Ming said.

"I knew ......," Guo Han sneered.

Chu Ming continued: "But I will copy it. ”

Some of the students were amused by this sentence.

What kind of ability is copying poetry!

"Wait until he can write a few decent love poems, or he won't be qualified to talk to me. Guo Han ignored Chu Ming.

The host could see that the atmosphere was awkward, and hurriedly eased his tone, comforted the guests, and maintained order.

Chu Ming sat in his position, feeling a little unhappy.

If it was really a poem created by himself, Chu Ming would not be so angry, but the poem that answered Beidao was a classic among the classics, and it was actually belittled as worthless by a person who wrote love poems, and he attacked himself, who can bear this?

At this time, Zheng Tingting also ran over, called Chu Ming to the corridor outside, and muttered angrily.

"Brother, do you know how to write love poems?"

"What's wrong with you?" asked Chu Ming.

"I want to change the poem, I don't read his love poems anymore, he scolds my brother, I hate him!" Zheng Tingting said.

"Didn't you like him before?"

"That was before, but he dared to scold my brother, he is my enemy, I am not rare in his broken poems, my cousin can only say bad things about him, others are not allowed to say it. Zheng Tingting clenched her fists.

This made Chu Ming a little moved: Brother, I didn't hurt you in vain, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll write it to you." ”

"You can write love poems, right? I'm going to read them on stage later." Zheng Tingting was not very relieved.

"Who are your brother and I, pen and ink waiting. Chu Ming waved his hand.

Zheng Tingting hurriedly took out a notebook and a black pen.

He has seen Guo Han's works, and the words are very gorgeous, but when it comes to quality, tsk.

In Chu Ming's original world, there are countless classic love poems, and taking out one at random is enough to beat that Guo Han.

Chu Ming recalled the love poems he had read and memorized when he was in school and wrote one.

"How's this one?"

Zheng Tingting looked at this poem and her eyes were happy.

"Wow, brother, do you really know how to write love poems?"

"Nonsense, what kind of person are you and me, how about you just read this poem?"

"Well, I don't understand it, but it's too short, and I can't last a minute in just a few words. Zheng Tingting said tangledly.

"This one is too short, so I'll change it again. Chu Ming brushed and wrote it out again.

"This one is good, this one is good. Zheng Tingting clapped her hands.

However, Chu Ming shook his head again, "This one is not good, the second half is missing." ”

Then, he picked up the pen and wrote two more poems for Zheng Tingting to choose.

These two poems, Zheng Tingting looked surprised, she looked at Chu Ming with an expression of looking at a monster.

"Brother, you are too godly, these two poems, you make me so entangled! I think it's a pity to choose which one. ”

At this time, a student came over and urged.

"Zheng Tingting, the poetry recitation has begun, you are ready.

It also takes time to prepare for the recitation, and there are still about forty or fifty minutes between the beginning of the recitation and her own stage, and time is precious, and she can't be entangled anymore.

"Southeast, northwest, who has a ghost ......" Zheng Tingting closed her eyes in a hurry and pointed indiscriminately.

"It's up to you!"