After reading these three poems, Su Huai couldn't help but look coldly at the amazed and shocked faces below, those who had abused him before, and those Chinese audiences who were enthusiastic about European folk songs and Japanese mandarin duck and butterfly pies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He could feel the cowardice of these people, and he could feel that they liked the misanthropy in those poems.

These people who like poetry and songs, who claim to be literary and artistic, are always feeling that life is so intense, life is really ashamed, and they have thought about giving up countless times, and their dream in their hearts is to "enjoy life".

Yes, he is also such a person, so many third-rate articles have told him how to be a happy person, anyway, the most important thing in life is to be colorful, learn to compromise, learn to retreat in the face of difficulties, and heroes do not suffer immediate losses, take a step back and open the sky.

These folk songs, these mandarin ducks and butterflies are very good, but Su Huai appreciates those who don't want to die, who are lonely and worried about the country and the people late at night, and thinks in his heart: "Dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but sadness is not the same in Kyushu." ".

The great poets of China are usually failures in their careers, but there is a force in their poems: "I want to do something for the country and the people, I don't want to lose." ”

Great poets are very stupid people, very stubborn, they are not enjoying life, they are really fighting, fighting against their times, the powerful, their poems have the regret of failure, there is the unwillingness to be annoyed, there is the free and easy mind of forgetting, those poems are their life, desperate, the spirit and perception after the desperate struggle.

This is the soul of Chinese poetry that has lasted for thousands of years.

It's not like you're humming a little tune on campus, thinking about girls, thinking about adolescence in the distance, or it's not a game of words you play with every day.

Chinese poetry is not like this, and neither is Chinese civilization.

Su Huai, who has always been lazy, felt the surging power of the bright light in his chest, and looked at everyone in the audience silently, as if telling them: This is a good Chinese poem, not a good European poem, not a good Japanese poem, what is what we should be.

Maybe your technology is more advanced than ours, maybe your fists are harder than ours, but only in the realm of culture, you have no chance of defeating us in the slightest.

Because we have those poems engraved in our bones, and those souls in our blood.

Even if we are at the bottom of the valley, we are defeated on the battlefield, trampled on the soles of your feet, and crawling in the mud, but we will still grit our teeth, whether it is ten years or a hundred years, one day, we will let you hear the word Huaxia again, and you will be afraid and look up to us again.

Because Huaxia will always be that China, that China that will not be destroyed for thousands of years.

The Chinese audience in the audience felt a huge impact in their hearts, and they felt the burning, inexplicable and vast power from Su Huai...... The scene was silent for nearly 20 seconds, and the audience immediately boiled.

"Wow~!"

"Teacher Xiao Su is really a god~!?"

"How is this possible, this third song is seven words, my God, four words, five words to seven words, all of them are perfect, how can there be such a genius. ”

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Not to mention Suzuki Suke, Chen Daqi, even Zhang Min, who knew Su Huai's ability, was completely stupid, the talent that Su Huai showed was amazing enough, but who didn't expect him to reach this point, how many geniuses did he still have, and how many abilities he didn't show......

This is not the Taishan Poetry Club, this is just the "Good Poetry of China", with this kind of Taishan Poetry will be able to compete for the heroes, or three together, this is not to defeat the opponent, but to really crush the other party into powder......

It's like a group of people fighting desperately with swords, but people suddenly see a person driving a tank and running over directly, which is not a level of competition at all.

Suzukisuke was already a little stunned, and he realized at this moment what a powerful opponent he was facing.

Although he is a B-level poetry talent, in fact, it is also the result of the Japanese Federation of Literary and Art Circles to promote stardom, his "Mandarin Duck Butterfly School" can't get on any formal poetry competitions at all, and Su Huai is clearly a real top poet, not to mention the three poems with different intentions, the first is a top masterpiece, where can he compare......

The Chinese audience in front of the TV was already boiling, and people everywhere fell into a kind of ecstasy.

In a boy's dormitory at Yenching University, a boy in a double-star sportswear and several roommates in different costumes, holding folding fans in their hands, all stared at the 18-inch TV screen, and kept reading:

"The red dust of the plug is already upside down, and I want to level the blue sky on the ground...... This sentence is so godly!"

"I see, that sentence but seeing the newcomer laughing, that hearing the old man crying is a classic, alas, it's so well written, it's this desolate ...... when my girlfriend dumped me"

"What are you doing with a sad face, just a woman, didn't you listen to the sentence that abandoned me, can't you stay yesterday~?

In the courtyard of the first district, several families gathered around a 24-inch panda TV, all clapping and applauding, and several middle-aged men praised while drinking beer:

"Good poetry, good poetry~ The newcomer has a career, no money is needed to buy out the smoke wave, the wine market, the Ling boat, the drunken wind and rain and the sleep~ It's just a few of our brothers. ”

Everyone laughed, and they all felt that this poem won their hearts, compared to the previous **** love of "Mandarin Duck Butterfly Pie" and "European Folk Songs", it is still this kind of taste, and the appetite of these small citizens is free and easy to listen to.

In the hypermarket of the Volford supermarket in the center of Jinling, young people gathered in the area where they sold televisions, and one squatted on the ground with a small notebook to write down the poem just now.

"I forgot, what was the beginning of the first song......? Followed by ......"

"You don't remember the classics, are you a pig!? There is a beautiful woman in the generation, living in the hollow valley. ”

"Yes, yes~ This sentence is definitely a pickled girl sentence in the future, you must memorize it, damn it...... It's so well written, the peerless beauty still lives in the hollow valley...... This is so beautiful, I'm afraid that only our school flower Shen Jun is worthy of this poem. ”

", Shen Jun is a fart, and she ruined such a good poem. ”

And when Chinese audiences around the world discussed these three poems, there were many enthusiastic audiences who kept calling the poetry associations in various regions.

"Is this Su Huai from your association, who will he participate in this Taishan or not?"

"How can such an excellent poet be on the TV station? How can he still be an intern talent!? What are you doing in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?"

"How can we not have him in our poetry association?"

Everyone didn't expect that except for Brother Hai and Gu Rang, such a poetry wizard as Su Huai suddenly appeared in Huaxia......