Familiar with 300 Tang poems, can not compose poems can also chant.

Although English poetry is different from Tang and Song poetry, there are still many similarities.

Although Huang Yifan wrote an original English poem, but with the addition of the moon god, the compulsion of this poem went up instantly.

It only took ten minutes for a three-rhyme poem to be written.

Tri-rhyme poetry is a form of English poetry, and the famous British poet "Shelley" in the previous life is the representative of three-rhyme poetry.

After writing, Huang Yifan came to the living room of the dormitory, but at this time, Jack was biting the pen and still thinking.

"Jack, what, it's not written yet."

Looking at Jack's thinking hard, Huang Yifan didn't feel funny.

In fact, Huang Yifan also thinks that Jack is not suitable for literature majors, and with his out-of-the-box character, he should learn acting.

However, Huang Yifan and Jack have only known each other for a few days, so it is naturally impossible to strongly recommend Jack to change majors.

"Oh, it's almost good, it's almost good."

It is estimated that he was urged by Huang Yifan, and Jack suddenly put pen to paper, and a poem has already been written.

"Wow, so fast."

"That's it."

Jack looked proud, "There are not many literary wizards like me, we don't have many at the University of California, or I will read it to you." ”

Without waiting for Huang Yifan to answer, Jack read it himself.

"Annie, Annie, I love you like a mouse loves rice......"

"Poof."

Hearing Jack's English poem, Huang Yifan almost squirted.

This is also called poetry, it is simply limerick poetry.

However, it is also normal.

There are limerick poems in Chinese, and there are also limerick poems in English.

It's just that a literature student writes a limerick poem, and he feels weird.

"How. How's that, hahaha, well written. ”

Jack looked smug and smiled.

"Not bad, indeed."

Holding back his laughter, Huang Yifan said against his conscience.

……

"Yellow, Hollywood is good."

The next day. Jack went to Hollywood with Huang Yifan.

Located on the outskirts of California, Hollywood is the world's largest movie city.

While walking, Jack introduced Huang Yifan from time to time.

"This is the Actors Guild, Huang, if you want to be an actor, joining the Actors Guild is the way to go. Because he can help you with the film, and he can also provide you with legal assistance, I'm already a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Let's go, I'll help you sign up. What do you think. ”

"Uh, Jack, slow down, I'm not interested in being an actor."

"Well, that's a shame. Let's go, there are eight of Hollywood's biggest studios in front of you. ”

A few minutes away, Hollywood's eight largest studios are on either side of the street.

"This is the Twentieth Century Film Company, the oldest film company in Hollywood. This is Midland Pictures, this is Galaxy Pictures. This is the Sun DreamWorks ......"

Jack introduced from time to time, "If you can become a signed actor of the eight major film companies, it will be a bull's fork." ”

"Of course, the eight major film companies are nothing, the real power is this street, come here. Huang, come and see, do you know what kind of street this is? ”

"I don't know."

"This is Nebula Avenue, you see, footprints on this avenue. This is the actor Tony's, this is the diva Mayfair's, this is the top star Leibini, this is the great director Ron's, and this is the musician Siqin's...... It is the world's most famous star, actor, director, and producer who can leave footprints on this avenue. ”

Stepping on the footprints of these stars on Nebula Avenue, Jack trembled a little with excitement.

Although it is not the first time to come here, every time he comes, Jack is extremely excited.

Just when Huang Yifan thought that this guy was going to sigh excitedly for a few minutes, he didn't expect that after just a while, Jack came back to his senses, "Okay, let's go over there and have a look." ”

This guy is really a natural acting maniac, and if he has the opportunity, he may really become a big star.

admired Jack's acting skills a little, and Huang Yifan followed Jack to walk.

"Of course, Huang, while Hollywood looks beautiful, there are also a lot of dark places. Just like people in many countries look at the United States very well, but not too many people know that the United States is dark after the sun. Hollywood has a serious hierarchy, and it is basically difficult for new actors to get ahead, and even if they are occasionally eye-catching, they will pay an endless price, especially for women. Look, did you see that actress? ”

Pointing to the front, Jack said to Huang Yifan to the brightly dressed actress.

"See, what's wrong?"

"This must be a rookie actor."

"It seems so, but what's there to say about that?"

"Heh, look at the man next to him, I know this man, in fact, he is a gangster from the Hollywood Screen Actors Guild, who often brags to the outside world that he has a relationship and can help other actors invite good shows. As a result, many actresses who have just come to Hollywood have been deceived. ”

Jack introduced Huang Yifan from time to time, and did not put on a proud American appearance at all.

This makes Huang Yifan feel very good, at least much better than many white Americans in the class who look at people with their nostrils.

……

"Miss Anne, for you."

"Please call me Teacher Anne, thank you, I don't need your flowers."

"Miss Annie, are you free that afternoon, I just bought a sports car, I don't know how the performance is, I heard that Mr. Annie is a racing master, I don't know if you are interested in helping me test drive."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in other people's cars."

"How about afternoon tea in that piece, I know it's nice to have a new coffee shop."

"Locke, stop, let me repeat to you, our relationship is, I'm a teacher, you're my student, I'm not interested in you. Also, please don't disturb my private life after class in the future. Also, if you really want to invite me to tea, then do a good job of the topic I laid out yesterday. If it's a good job, maybe I can ask you out. Good bye. ”

Glaring at Locke, Anne walked into the lecturer's apartment building.

"Alas, what a trouble, that abominable Locke told him a few times."

Back at the quarters, Anne takes off her coat and reveals sex. The body, especially the thighs, if anyone is here, they will definitely be fascinated by Annie's slender and slender thighs. It's just that even though Anne has such a good figure, she hates it when others look at her with lustful eyes.

Turning on the computer, Anne went to her mailbox.

She is going to read and revise the original poem questions she assigned yesterday.

"God's prophecy."

This is a poem written by Locke.

Unfortunately, Anne shook her head.

Although Locke does have some talent, he is frivolous, and Anne's strict teaching makes such a poem only okay.

Although she was a little disgusted with Locke, as a teacher, Anne still did her duty as a lecturer, commented on Locke's poems, and gave her own suggestions.

However, with the exception of Locke, some of the other people in the class wrote much worse poems.

There was a guy who actually wrote a limerick poem.

"Let's watch the last one."

The last one is a poem written by Huang Yifan.

"It's the international student from China."

This international student Anne didn't have much of an impression, after all, she had just arrived. However, Anne has never had a very good impression of Chinese students. Most of the Chinese students she knows are children born in wealthy families who spend money to send them to study in the United States. Most of these students do not study well, and some of them do not get their graduation certificates and degree certificates after graduating in four years.

It's just that just when Anne was a little disgusted with these Chinese students, a beautiful poem suddenly appeared on her face.

"The Goddess of the Moon."

The noble and beautiful goddess of the moon, she drove through the sky in a silver carriage every day.

The crescent crown, white robe, holding a torch and hanging a silver bow, was her hunting in Mount Olympus.

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PS: I recommend a work that has just been put on the shelves: "The Rise of the Literary World".

When I wake up, I find that the world has been inexplicably modified!

There is no "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" that "seems to want to go with the wind and rain, and the green silk turns white overnight":

There is no legend of the prodigal son of "Xiao Li's flying knife is not endless, and the world sees Chu Liuxiang again":

There is no legend cast by "Flying Snow Shoots White Deer in the Sky, and the Laughing Book Hero Leans on the Blue Mandarin": (To be continued.) )