"How's it going, how is this poem of mine written?"

At the end of the recitation, Locke looked at Huang Yifan proudly.

"It's really good."

nodded, although he didn't have a good impression of Locke, but I have to say that this poem is really well written.

"It's good to know."

Seeing Huang Yifan's soft appreciation, Locke's heart was greatly satisfied.

"However, Huang Yifan, although you don't want to compete with me, I also want to see your performance, please."

After Locke was Huang Yifan, the two just met and said a few words, and Huang Yifan walked on the stage.

Looking at the more than 1,000 students in the audience, Huang Yifan closed his eyes, and he conceived a scene of the sea in his mind.

At the same time, the climax after Locke's recitation just now had not dissipated. Although this is already Huang Yifan's performance, many students in the audience are still discussing Locke's original poems.

"Oh my God, that Locke is so handsome."

"yes, it's stylish."

"It's not just the punishment, the poems you write are even better."

"I really want to have a deep relationship with him."

"Hey, you, Locke is a playboy, aren't you afraid?"

"Cut, I don't believe it."

"Anyway, I don't want to stay with Locke for a long time, I just want to find a talented and handsome boy."

"Mm-hmm, we'll go backstage and ask Locke for his phone number in a moment."

A group of girls had long since been captured by Locke. Even, even some male students at the University of California have to take it at this time.

"Damn, let that Locke be in the limelight again."

"Yes. This scumbag. I'm afraid that after tonight, I don't know how many girls will be harmed. ”

"God is so unfair."

"Forget it. Forget it, although this guy is a scumbag, but he is talented, let's not be red. ”

At the same time, some lecturers at the University of California were also talking about Locke.

"Sure enough, it's worthy of Matthews's son, amazing."

"I heard that this little guy Locke is more romantic, and now it seems that this Locke is so handsome. can speak well, and the key is to write love poems, I can't believe that any female classmate can resist Locke's love poem attack. ”

"I'm going to recommend Locke to our California Writers Association, or the California Poetry Society."

"Hey, don't get excited, although Locke is powerful, this classmate is also very strong."

A lecturer named "Bruce" said suddenly.

"Who is this one?"

"Bruce, you're talking about this international student, whether he's Japanese or Chinese."

"Chinese people. What is this person's name, it seems to be Huang Yifan. I once looked at his profile. said that he was a top student at Huaguo Shuimu University and Xiangjiang University, and he was very powerful. ”

"Chinese people, high-achieving students? So what kind of show is he performing? ”

"Poetry recital."

"Bruce, no kidding, is this on the same level as Locke? Locke's love poems are original, and even if this Chinese student is good at English, he can only read aloud with emotion. Could it be that he can also write a love poem? Well, even if you can write a poem, it is completely impossible to reach the level of Locke's poem. ”

International students may be better than their home students in other majors, such as some technical majors, such as computer science, physics, chemistry, biology, and even economics...... However, for English literature majors, I am afraid that no international student can compare with his own students. The biggest reason for this is that English is their mother tongue. For international students, English is just a foreign language, and learning a foreign language well can only be done well, but poetry is not something that can be written just because of good English.

So far, I have never heard of an international student who can write such great English literature, let alone poetry.

"That's right, but I think this international student named Huang Yifan should be able to surprise us."

"yes, Bruce, let's see."

……

"Why hasn't this guy started yet?"

"Hey, what's the matter, this guy seems to be asleep."

"What kind of show is he performing?"

"Didn't you say read aloud?"

"Yes, it's a poem called Haiyan."

"But why hasn't this guy started yet?"

"Haha, this guy won't forget the words."

"Poof......

"He is an international student in China, so he doesn't want to recite English poems, but it is possible to forget the words."

"Well, this guy is going to make the front page of the University of California newspaper in a moment."

When I close my eyes, it's about 1 minute.

Just when the students in the audience were waiting with some impatience, Huang Yifan opened his eyes.

Looking into the distance, he already saw the vast sea in his eyes.

Subsequently, Huang Yifan slowly spoke:

[On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. 】

The voice of the recitation is not loud, but there seems to be a thunderous force mixed in the small recitation.

The sea, the wind.

Dark clouds, lightning.

Just one sentence, the audience is in the heart, as if they are on the edge of the sea blown by the wind.

[One moment its wings touch the waves, the next it rushes straight at the clouds, and it cries, and in the brave cry of the birds, the clouds hear joy.

In this cry – full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory.

The seagulls moaned before the storm came, moaning, and they flew across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.

The sea ducks were moaning, too, – they could not enjoy the joy of life's battles: the rumbling thunder frightened them.

Stupid penguin, timidly hiding his fat body under a cliff...... Only the haughty petrel, bravely, freely, flies on the foaming sea! 】

The wind is coming, the thunder and lightning are coming.

Even if the weather is just right, there are no strong winds, no dark clouds, and no violent waves. However, in Huang Yifan's reading aloud, people have already felt the power of the storm. In particular, it is known that the terrible power that has been accumulating in this passage has not been vented.

Once this force erupts, I am afraid that it will destroy the world.

[The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, and the waves sang as they rushed high into the sky to meet the thunder.

Thunder roared. The waves cried out in angry droplets, contending with the wind. Look, the wind clung to the layers of huge waves, viciously

The wind roars...... Thunder roared......

Piles of dark clouds, like black flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash. 】

The sound became more and more rapid from the beginning to the softness, and the sound became more and more grandiose from the beginning to the smaller.

When I read this, every word, every word exploded like a bomb.

It was a force that made people tremble.

Some of the spectators were already unable to stand, and their legs were shaking unconsciously.

What kind of poetry is this?

Is this poetry?

No, it doesn't look like poetry.

Is this prose?

It looks like it is. However, every sentence in this prose is more perfect than any poem.

However, they are not in a hurry to think about it now.

Because, at last, the wind gathered strength, and the sea could not bear his devastation.

Boom...... A huge thunderbolt exploded in the sky at the University of California Plaza.

It was as if the University of California was about to be torn apart by this bolt of lightning.

【Tempest! The storm is coming!

This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly; Here is the prophet of victory shouting:

-- Let the storm come harder! (To be continued.) )