Ye Bufan modeled a dog - pretended to clear his throat, looked at the top of the mountain, and recited in a matter-of-fact manner:

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February.

After reading a poem, the women looked happy, listening to it so drunk, the crooked path, the red maple leaves, Ye Bufan used seemingly simple brushwork to instantly outline a quiet and far-reaching mountain map.

Even Liu Ruomei recited it in her heart with a smile on her face, as if every sentence could touch her heartstrings.

Liu Ruomei loves poetry, a good poem is a kind of enjoyment and amazement for her, just like a person who likes calligraphy sees a good word, or likes to play the piano and hears Beethoven and Mozart, Liu Ruomei is deeply impressed by this simple "Mountain Walk".

"He, how can he have such a high attainment in ancient poetry?"

Liu Ruomei's eyes fell on Ye Bufan's body, a smiling, seemingly narcissistic but a little simple, elegant and steady, even the poems written casually were so full of artistic conception, as if, like an ancient gentleman, holding a scroll in his hand, reciting articles through the ages.

"Damn, this poem can be written, and I still parked **, I said Ye Bufan, such a poem can also be read out of your mouth, ashamed or not?"

Suddenly, a voice broke Liu Ruomei's reverie, and the content of her words almost made Liu Ruomei stumble and stumble to the ground, she couldn't help but look up.

The women also looked over with puzzled expressions, and saw three boys in jeans, led by one person, almost in a parallel row, with their heads held high, with a faint sneer on their faces, walking down from the top of the mountain.

Ye Bufan also saw three people, and he didn't know any of them, but he sincerely agreed with the interpretation of "Mountain Walk" by the person in the middle.

This buddy is definitely a confidant.,Stop and do (sit) love?,It's exactly the same as I thought.,I have something more exciting.,Seeing that your analysis skills are so deep.,Maybe I can send you two!

And this person looked at Ye Bufan's gaze, and there was a hint of understanding in addition to disdain.

As if to say, we are all like-minded!

"It's your sister!" Ye Bufan thought in his heart, stepped forward directly, and said unceremoniously: "Only a disgusting person like you would interpret a good poem like this, it is to stop and sit and love, to sit down, not **, are you all a little mush in your head?" ”

"When you hear a poem, don't dangle it to analyze it, let alone analyze it literally, like an SB, you will only make people laugh and be generous!"

"Also, hurry up and go back and wash your brain with disinfectant, and by the way, uninstall all those love action movies, otherwise - you will be impotent!"

"Oh, by the way, who are you?"

The man's proud face had already disappeared, and at this time, Ye Bufan was speechless, and the expression on his face changed several times, and he finally found the right expression, and he was angry.

"Brother, why are you here, Ye Bufan, how can you say this about my brother?" Zhou Yan suddenly stood up from the crowd and said.

Ye Bufan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, Zhou Yan's surname is Zhou, if you are not mistaken, this person is the second-level writer Zhou Qiuming who has heard the name of the famous several times these days.

"Are you Zhou Qiuming?"

"Hmph, even if you still have a little vision, I don't care how you tricked Ruomei, and then joined the ancient poetry and literature club, today I will uncover your disguised face, so that Ruomei and others can see clearly, your poetry and literary attainments are nothing more than that!"

Zhou Qiuming finally seized the opportunity to speak, first denounced Ye Bufan for "cheating" to join the ancient poetry and literature club, and then expressed his position and intention.

"Zhou Qiuming, my cousin improvised a few beautiful poems to join the club, is it the deception you said, didn't you also participate in the assessment of Sister Ruomei, you wrote poems poorly, but learned to slander others indiscriminately!"

His cousin was despised, and Zhao Xinxin was obviously unhappy, so he stood up from the crowd to support Ye Bufan.

"Hehe, what is the good ancient poetry, but I don't know how his modern poetry is, people say that the poetry is the same, if he can make a few modern poems like me, then I will be convinced!" Zhou Qiuming looked sarcastic and said provocatively at Ye Bufan.

This guy knows that he is good at modern poetry, and he wants to bring himself to the side of modern poetry in the next two sentences, and attack the weaknesses of the other with his own strengths, which shows that this person is still a little smart.

"Modern poems, I occasionally compose one or two, in fact, it is much easier than ancient poems!" Ye Bufan replied unceremoniously.

When Zhou Qiuming heard this, he suppressed his joy and said, "In this case, why don't we each make a song and compete on the spot?" ”

"If you look for death, then I will naturally be happy to accompany you!" Ye Bufan said in a dragging voice.

"You, who can't just talk big, don't cry dad and call mom if you can't do it for a while!" Zhou Qiuming also said-for-tat.

When I heard that the two were going to compete in modern poetry, it was not a big deal to see the excitement, and the women followed and discussed.

"I think Zhou Qiuming will win, he is a second-level writer, and he is the leader of the modern poetry section of the school magazine!"

"That is, my brother is a well-known talent, and he has definitely inherited my Uncle Zhoushan's genes, and he is talented and good-looking!"

"Cut, it's really nice to say, just like my cousin has no talent, don't say anything else, just with the song "Mountain Walk" just now, my cousin is far better than Zhou Qiuming!"

"Xinxin, that's ancient poetry, they are now competing with modern poetry, modern poetry is not better than ancient poetry, that's Zhou Qiuming's best field, I think it's enough to hang."

"Well, me too, although I support Ye Bufan of our club!"

……

Liu Ruomei also frowned, and looked at Ye Bufan's expression that did not seem to be fake, and she didn't know what to think in her heart.

Ye Bufan obviously doesn't take these people's comments to heart, whether it is ancient poetry or modern poetry, for him, the difficulty is the same, about equal to zero, since this Zhou Qiuming hit the muzzle, what is polite.

The two companions behind Zhou Qiuming also looked at Ye Bufan with a sneer, originally thinking that if Ye Bufan didn't dare to agree to compete in modern poetry, they would have to make a fuss, but they didn't expect others to be so cheerful, and they were happy to watch it.

"Okay, let's improvise a poem, so that we can distinguish the superior, let me have a poem first, my poem is called "My Principal"!"

Zhou Qiuming obviously came prepared, and without even thinking about it, he read it with emotion:

He's coming

Like a spring breeze, and like a spring rain.

Even if you spill all your blood,

It is also for the great wishes in the heart,

Do a good job of education.

He's coming

Strive to endure hardship, and occupy toil,

Even if you are tired of the majestic body,

Sing the hymn of your heart,

Moisturize peaches and plums.

Suppose he walks past me,

I'll be gentle,

And he told him with a loud voice,

It's hard to express in any word,

The sparkle of his body, and the nobility of his education.

After reading Zhou Qiuming's song "My Principal", Ye Bufan suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was so disgusting that he didn't want it.

It's really a thousand wears, and the sycophants don't wear them!

He now understands a little why Zhou Qiuming can become the leader of the modern poetry section, and there is no reason why the school magazine department does not adopt the poetry of the principal.

When Liu Ruomei heard his poem, it was like eating a fly, her eyebrows furrowed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't hide her disdain.

Even Zhou Yan was faintly helpless!

However, Zhou Qiuming didn't care about everyone's expressions, at this moment, he was squinting his eyes, immersed in enjoyment.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Bufan suddenly understood.

Zhou Qiuming has already comprehended the true meaning of sycophant poetry, and is completely in a state of self-forgetfulness.

However, as a modern poem, Zhou Qiuming's poem has some appearance in addition to the sycophant component.

"Okay, I'm done, it's up to you now, you can think about it for a while, don't make people laugh if you can't do it!" Zhou Qiuming finally came back to his senses from the sycophant poem and said proudly.

Ye Bufan smiled and said casually: "I still need to prepare, let's come!" ”

Meanness is the pass of the mean,

Noble is the epitaph of the noble.

Behold, in that gilded sky,

Floating with the crooked reflection of the dead.

The glacial age has passed,

Why are there ice cubes everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was found,

Why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

With nothing but paper, ropes, and figures,

In order that before the trial,

Read out the voices that have been sentenced:

Sue you, world,

I-no--look-believe!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as the thousandth and first.

……

Ye Bufan's recitation was full of emotion, and everyone was fascinated by it, and even Zhou Qiuming didn't know when, and the expression on his face became sluggish.

Ye Bufan, who was immersed in poetry, did not pay attention to everyone's reactions, at this moment, as if he had turned into Beidao in his previous life, and continued to recite aloud:

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echoes of thunder;

I don't believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe that death is without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to burst,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart;

If the land is destined to rise,

Let human beings choose the peak of survival again.

New turnaround and shining stars,

is filling the unobstructed sky,

That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs,

That's the gaze of people in the future.