"Yule, don't pretend to be asleep! It's your turn to write poetry. Zhou Lun shouted.

Yu Le opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and then looked at the person who woke him up.

Nima! I feel like I've crossed over, and I feel like I've had an extra memory.

What's going on?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or does Butterfly dream Zhuang Zhou?

Is it necessary to give me such a deep question to make me nerve-wracking!

Don't think about it, as long as it's me, there's nothing to worry about!

But why write poetry?

Yu Le looked at Zhou Lun in confusion, his best friend.

Zhou Lun looked at Yu Le in surprise and said, "You won't be sleepy!" Today we came to the park to enjoy the art exhibition, just to spell poetry! The prize money is 10,000 yuan! ”

kicked Yu Le, who was still lying on the grass, and urged: "Get up quickly, I'll take you to see the painting designated by the poetry club." ”

Yu Le followed Zhou Lun to an ink painting in a daze.

In the painting, a woman in white holds an oil-paper umbrella and walks on a stone path covered with green moss.

Zhou Lun said: "As long as you can write poems based on this "Rain Alley", you can participate in this poetry meeting, and the highest prize is 10,000 yuan!" Aren't you usually quite literate, think about it quickly! ”

Yu Le really wanted to say, on a sunny day, you make me think of Rain Alley, it's just embarrassing for me!

However, before he could refuse, a poem appeared in his mind, and the name was "Rain Alley".

Although he didn't know why he had this poem in his mind, if he didn't take advantage of it, he was a bastard.

Yu Lego shouted: "Paper, pen!" ”

Zhou Lun covered half of his face with his hands, and said helplessly: "Don't pretend to be forced, who will bring you paper and pen!" Go on stage and read it yourself. ”

At this time, Yu Le found that there was a high platform not far away, and a person was standing there with a microphone to read.

He walked off the stage just in time for a new contestant on the stage.

Although he felt that the poetry in his mind, the artistic conception was very consistent with the painting, and the poems were beautiful, which was a rare masterpiece. But he still didn't dare to be careless, and wanted to listen to the masterpieces of the other contestants.

The contestant held the microphone and closed his eyes, as if immersed in the artistic conception of the painting.

Ten seconds later, he began to read:

Yes! Drifting night in heavy rain,

I staggered in the alley.

A girl,

White as snow,

Long hair like paint,

She approached, approached,

He actually spit on me.

This is my lilac-like girl,

My drunken girl.

The audience applauded thunderously, and the audience whistled and applauded loudly!

Yu Le was stunned.

This is also called poetry, and it defiles this painting in plain terms!

Filled with righteous indignation, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and strode onto the stage.

After reading the poem, the contestant still closed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the charm of the poem.

Yu Le snatched the microphone and scolded: "You are also worthy of being called a poem, it's just dirty ink!" ”

The microphone was snatched away, and the contestant woke up suddenly.

After hearing Yu Le's rebuke, he looked at Yu Le with disdain and said, "Do you know poetry?" ”

Yu Le pushed him away and said: "Whether you understand poetry or not, not by mouth, but by heart." ”

After speaking, he faced the audience and wanted to vomit as fast as possible.

The audience was very excited to see the two contestants fighting. Seeing that Yu Le was also going to read poetry, these people suddenly became interested.

Yu Le took a deep breath, ignoring the contestant standing next to him.

He recited softly:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Wandering alone for a long, long time

Lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge.

She is

The color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

Wailing in the rain,

grief and hesitation;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Silently,

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently

Approached, and threw again

With the general vision of Taixi,

She floated by

Like a dream,

It's like a dream.

It's like floating in a dream

A sprig of cloves,

This girl floated beside me;

She was silently far away, far away,

To the desolate hedge,

Walk through this rainy alley.

In the lament of the rain,

Faded her color,

Scattered her fragrance

dissipated, even hers

Breath-like vision,

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I want to float by

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge.

At the end of the poem, the audience fell silent.

Yu Le opened his eyes and found that there was no audience applauding.

He encouraged in his heart: "The audience must be intoxicated by the beautiful poetry, and their hearts cannot extricate themselves!" ”

Soon, the audience burst into various discussions.

An audience member said: "This is reading Shenma?" How I don't understand! ”

Another viewer said, "It's also called poetry, it's just Sven scum!" ”

The rest of the audience around looked very approving of it.

Yu Le heard the discussion of the audience, and his heart was a little confused.

Nima, such a good poem, some people actually say that they can't understand it, and some people scold that it's not a poem, I didn't dream!

The contestant who was robbed of the microphone by Yu Le, heard the discussion of the audience, and said to Yu Le arrogantly: "Listen, the audience's ears are transparent." That's it, what **** thing is written, is it a poem? ”

The audience shouted for Yu Le to get off the stage.

Yu Le looked at the audience with a pale face, then looked at the contestants next to him, and returned to the audience in a gloomy manner.

Zhou Lun grabbed Yu Le, pulled him aside and said, "What are you reading!" As long as you can give full play to your usual strength, you can definitely torture the player in front of you! ”

Yu Le looked at Zhou Lun stupidly, a little at a loss.

He didn't expect Zhou Lun to despise "Rain Alley". Could it be that his taste for appreciation is too low-level, detached from the normal taste of the public?

Looking at Yu Le's stunned appearance, Zhou Lun said angrily: "You." I didn't expect that at this moment, you would sleep stupidly! I knew I would have let you go on stage first. ”

Yu Le didn't know how to defend himself, and he was very depressed.

The two of them stood quietly in the shade of a tree in the distance, looking at the marquee on the high platform as if they were contestants.

Although he couldn't hear what they were reading, when he saw the enthusiastic response from the audience, he knew that the way he opened it didn't seem to be right.

In the end, the winner was judged, and it was the one who was reprimanded by Yu Le.

Yu Le was very annoyed, he wanted to be slapped in the face, but he was slapped in the face.

This taste, the baby's heart is very miserable!

Zhou Lun looked at the winner holding a check of 10,000 yuan, and was very envious.

It's just that when he saw Yu Le's distressed expression, he comforted: "If you can't win the award, it's not a big deal." This kind of poetry will be held many times a month, and as long as you play at a normal level, you will definitely get a prize money. ”

Yu Le pulled his lips and smiled more ugly than crying.

Normal level, what is normal level? I played at a super level, and I ended up being knocked off the stage.

Nima, the famous "Rain Alley", no one appreciates it, is there still a reason in this world!