Chapter Forty-Six: Modern Poetry Through the Ages
Xiao Fan stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly, then looked at Qin Feng and said:
"I think I understand what you mean by seeing you at eight o'clock, this date is a little scary!"
"Hahaha. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info. “
People laughed both at the scene and in front of the computer.
Qin Feng also smiled and teased the hostess:
"Of course, this is only for that pair of shameless master and apprentice, if you and I are dating, it won't be scary, it is definitely a date full of romance, and it will definitely make you unforgettable"
"Bah--"
Boos rang out immediately, as well as in front of the computer.
The classmates who knew him were booing him at this time.
"The essence of the stinky hooligan has finally been exposed, and you can tease the female host on the live show!"
The rest of the people watching the live broadcast were stunned, they didn't expect to see this scene, Qin Feng actually openly teased the female host in front of all netizens, this is too unscrupulous!
"Hahaha"
Laughter rang out in all the places where the live broadcast was watched.
Qin Feng's parents were also stunned when they looked at the computer screen at this time, and at the same time felt that their faces were still a little feverish.
"Bastard boy, it's a shame"
"Hahaha"
My aunt burst into laughter, and soon my parents laughed too.
The hostess's face was flushed by Qin Feng's teasing, and after giving him a fierce look, she began to continue the interview.
"Qin Feng, there is one last question, after this question, today's live broadcast is officially over, I hope you can give a perfect answer"
Hearing Xiao Fan say this, Qin Feng immediately turned pale and said:
"Tell me, what's the question? If I can answer it, I'll give you the answer you want."
Xiaofan: "That's the case, before eight o'clock last night, you wrote two poems at the top of the video message area, "Meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble", many netizens want to know the full text of this poem, can you help you solve your doubts?"
As soon as this question was raised, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the two lines of yesterday's poem were so striking that people would never forget it for a long time, so that everyone wanted to know the full text of the poem.
Principal Li in front of the computer, all the teachers in the school, as well as many college students, and countless people who are interested in these two poems, are all waiting for Qin Feng's answer.
Only Liu Fuxiang's master and apprentice were about to vomit blood, and they already hated the hostess Xiaofan.
"Do you think you have nothing to do with it? Do you think that we are not fragile enough to die, and we have to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history before we are willing! Do our masters and apprentices have an enmity against you?"
Qin Feng sorted out his thoughts, looked at the camera lens and said:
"These two lines of poetry are written by myself, the first two lines of the poem "Answer", which has not yet been published."
"Shhhh
Everyone took a sharp breath of cold air, and then looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.
"You can still write poetry, and you can't? Why don't you go to heaven yet?"
Qin Feng's parents, Liu Yan's parents, President Li, college classmates, and all the college students who watched the live broadcast, as well as everyone who cared about the source of these two poems, all looked at Qin Feng eagerly at this time, everyone was waiting for him to make this poem public, in the minds of many people, poetry is far more valuable than songs, this is the essence of real thought, the highland of culture.
Xiao Fan's breathing also sped up a lot at this time, and said with a hint of nervousness:
"Qin Feng, can you recite this poem in its entirety in the live broadcast? This is what everyone wants to hear, the first two sentences of this poem are so good, I think the later part will be even more exciting."
Qin Feng stood up directly, faced the camera lens and said:
"Of course you can read it, I hope you will enjoy this poem, this is a modern lyric poem, I will give this poem to my opponents, it will scorch your vile souls forever like a flame.
I also want to give this poem to all my young friends, the world belongs to us, no matter how many difficulties and dangers lie ahead, we should ignore and conquer it, and move forward firmly towards our ideals"
"Bang Bang ... “
Countless applause rang out wildly among the young people.
And Liu Fuxiang's master and apprentice were already dead-faced, staring at Qin Feng on the computer in despair, and the hatred in his eyes could not be washed away.
Qin Feng brewed his emotions for a moment, looked at the students around him, and then smiled at the camera and began to recite aloud.
"Meanness is the pass of the mean"
"Noble is the epitaph of the noble"
"Look, in that gilded sky"
"Floating with the crooked reflections of the dead"
"The Ice Age is over"
"Why are there ice cubes everywhere?"
"The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered"
"Why are there thousands of sails in the Dead Sea?"
The scene was silent, and there was silence in front of each live broadcast computer, and the hands and feet of people who loved poetry were trembling with excitement at this time.
"I came into this world"
"With nothing but paper, rope and figure"
"To be before the trial"
"Reading the Voices That Have Been Sentenced"
"Tell you, world"
"I-no--look-believe!"
Qin Feng's shouting voice spread throughout the entire network through the live broadcast signal, and everyone listened to this deafening voice, feeling that the blood in their bodies was about to burn.
"Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet"
"Then count me as the thousandth and onest"
"I don't believe the sky is blue"
"I don't believe in the echo of Ray"
"I don't believe dreams are fake"
"I don't believe that death has no retribution"
Everyone in the cross talk world has only one thought in their hearts at this time:
"Liu Fuxiang's master and apprentice are over! There will be no place for them in the cross talk world and entertainment industry in the future"
And looking at the impassioned Qin Feng, everyone was reminding themselves in their hearts that in the future, this kid could hide as far as he could, the lethality was too amazing and too ruthless, this was not only to force the opponent to death, but also to make the opponent stink for 10,000 years!
Principal Li and the school teachers have already laughed, Qin Feng's past mistakes, as well as the bad impression left on everyone, have long disappeared in their hearts at this time, with this poem, it is Qin Feng who poked a hole in the sky, and the teachers dared to bear it for him.
"If the ocean is destined to burst"
"Let all the bitter water pour into my heart"
"If the land is destined to rise"
"Let humanity choose the peak of survival again"
"A new turnaround and a shining star"
"The sky is filling with no obstruction"
"That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs"
"That's the eye that people will gaze into the future"
The recitation was over, but there was silence on all occasions, except for the rapid breathing of people in excitement.
The classmates at the scene all looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, and there were countless extremely shocked eyes staring at him in front of the computer.
Of course, there is also Liu Fuxiang's master and apprentice who wanted to tear him to pieces and eat him.
A few seconds later.
"Boom"
The scene and all the viewers who could see the live broadcast exploded.
"Holy!"
"That's awesome!"
"This poem is capped, and I am completely convinced!"
"This tension is unparalleled."
"Majestic and exciting!"
"Today there are people who will live for generations. Someone has been stinking for 10,000 years!"
。。。。。。
"Hahaha... ”
All the teachers in the school are laughing, this will make them not think about the night at all, let it go, toss as much as they like, with this poem, as long as the sky does not fall, it doesn't matter.
Qin Feng's father will also go out for a walk with a song humming, and now he is the happiest in his heart, all the things Qin Feng has done today add up, and they are not as happy as this poem brings him.
The live stream is over!