Principal Mai looked up at the towering bronze statue, extremely embarrassed next to him, and could only cough dryly:

"Mr. Allen, we at Harvard have a rule that only those who have made great contributions to scientific research can put the statue at the door of the school office. ”

There is a row of bronze statues at the entrance of the school office building, which are Copernicus, Newton, Einstein, and Hawking.

"Who said I'm going to let you guys here?" said Allen, disgusted.

"I just gave it to Professor Su and prepared to send it to Huaxia College. ”

Principal Mai's nose was almost crooked, I feel that you have brought the statue here to show off!?

At this time, suddenly Alan suddenly smiled and said to Su Huai:

"I'm a rural person, I don't know anything about literature and art, and I didn't know Professor Su's reputation before, but I heard others say that Professor Su's poems are very good, and it will soon be our Ohio farm that escaped death, so why don't Professor Su propose a poem to our association." ”

"Yes, yes~" The rest of Ohio also shouted:

"Professor Su, our corn is exported to China, and you can give us a poem to improve sales in China. ”

Dean Ebo listened to it and felt that it made sense: "This proposal is very good, and this statue can also be engraved with this poem to commemorate the deeds of Professor Su who used yellow ants to kill insects."

The onlookers of Harvard students were also applauding, in the eyes of these Harvard students, it seemed that Su Huai's deeds of using his scientific knowledge to change the world this time were simply their lifelong pursuit!

For example, in such a legendary world of science, if there is a corresponding poem, it will be even more able to pass on, which is also something that they are very glamorous about as Harvard students.

Su Huai patted the folding fan in his hand gently, since everyone's enthusiasm was so high, he naturally couldn't refuse, nodded and said:

"Well, I'll think about it. ”

Speaking of which, he, a peerless poet, has been in New Europe for so long and has not really written a poem.

It's not that he doesn't want to write, but there is no suitable opportunity, which is different from doing poetry in New Europe, unlike in Asia, ordinary New Europeans have limited ability to understand classical Chinese, and most of the new Europeans who have tried to understand the quatrains before him may not be able to understand them.

So this time it's a commemorative poem about food disaster relief, and he must come up with a simpler one.

Hearing that Su Shengren was going to write a poem, many students squeezed forward with their ears drawn, and even some professors couldn't help but lean over this side curiously.

"Don't get in my way. ”

"Please excuse me, I can't see it anymore. ”

"Terry~ Come on, Professor Su is going to create on the spot. ”

"Really, what kind of poem?"

"It is said to commemorate the disaster relief. ”

Millions of people from the Agricultural Association looked at Su Huai, Allen and other people from the Agricultural Association were very much looking forward to it, they carved a bronze statue of Su Huai, and naturally hoped that Su Huai would send them a good poem as an advertisement.

Su Huai didn't think about it so much, just picked out some simple verses in his mind.

If you want to commemorate this agricultural incident for about a minute, let's use this one.

So he shook the folding fan lightly and smiled slightly:

"Mr. Allen, in fact, although you are all praising me for the disaster relief, in fact, the growth of crops is not my own credit, but more because of you farm workers, who have worked hard for several months, and finally have a harvest.

In New Europe, because agriculture is very developed, few people have the habit of saving food, but they don't know that there are still hundreds of millions of people in this world who are still in famine, and food is extremely precious. ”

The scene immediately fell silent.

Su Huai gently unfolded the folding fan and said leisurely:

"Noon on hoe day;

Sweat drops of grass under the soil;

Who knows the Chinese food;

It's hard work......"

Dean Ebo listened to this, was deeply moved, and exclaimed: "Good poetry!!"

The Harvard students around me couldn't help but take out pen and paper, write it down, and reread it several times, and they all felt very good.

And Allen, an old farmer, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness in his heart, looked at Su Huai, and shook hands with him tightly:

"Professor Su, this poem of yours should have been written thirty years earlier. ”

In the consumerist climate of New Europe, people in urban areas are known for their waste, but those born in the countryside still remember that food is hard to come by.

But no matter how much they felt in their hearts, they never knew how to express it, but Su Huai's simple poems expressed their inner regrets in words that were both confessional and delicate and profound.

It's worth a thousand words.

What a literary style!

Even Principal Mai, who was still very uncomfortable just now, had to gasp secretly in his heart for Su Huai's talent.

thought to himself, no wonder Justice Singh told them not to fight with Su Huai in the field of literature and art......

Just when everyone was judging Su Huai's poem, a rough mine worker from the Agricultural College scratched his head and asked in a rough voice:

"This poem is good, but who is this 'noon'......?"

The audience was stunned, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and after a few seconds, there was a burst of laughter!!

"This day is not that day~~"

"Hey, hey~~ This poem has been distorted by him~~"

"Hahaha~~ My face hurts with laughter~~"

Ji Qiaoqiao and Sheng Xiamei were both laughing happily.

Just as everyone was happy, five or six black cars drove up outside the avenue, and more than a dozen security personnel got out of the crowd to clear the crowd of onlookers.

The students were still stunned, when they heard a staff member shouting:

"Ohio's Governor Cassie is here~~"

Everyone hurriedly got out of the way, and Principal Mak was also caught off guard, but he didn't expect Governor Cassie to arrive early.

Now it's okay, Ohio Agricultural College is making such a fuss, and it is the statue of Su Huai who is sculpted, and Su Huai is asked to write poems, and everyone in the school sees Su Huai in such a big limelight.

Now that he wants to participate in this meeting, it is impossible, so he can only say to Su Huai:

Professor Su ...... Please~~"

Su Huai thought to himself that you didn't want me to be in the limelight, so he smiled slightly: "I'd better avoid it as agreed, I'm not from the Agricultural College." “

Principal Mai tugged at his sleeve and squeezed out a smile and said, "The people of the Ohio Agricultural Association are here, and your bronze statue is also here, if you don't attend, I'm afraid they will make trouble, please attend." “

"Are you begging me?" said Su Huai, looking at Principal Mai.

Principal Mai held his breath in his heart and didn't feel uncomfortable to death, and after holding it for a long time, he had to smile bitterly and said: "Count me begging Professor Su to ...... you" No way, he is really afraid of the Ohio farmers who came to make trouble......

Su Huai was polite when he heard this, and took the lead in going up.