Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

The first sentence of this sentence firmly grasped the hearts of everyone, and everyone present had a certain degree of poetry skills, so they could naturally hear the extraordinaryness of Ye Bufan's poem.

Just as a person who knows a sword sees a set of wonderful swordsmanship, a person who knows music hears a song of mountains and rivers.

At this time, the expressions on their faces were only shocked!

This is no longer a poem that a high school student can write lightly, and even those high-level writers who are proficient in modern poetry will have many proud works overshadowed by this poem.

Zhou Qiuming's face was very ugly, since he heard that Ye Bufan had joined the ancient poetry and literature club, he had a sense of jealousy and disgust for Ye Bufan in his heart, and this time he heard that Ye Bufan followed the ancient poetry and literature club to Luoyun Mountain to play, so he pulled two good classmates and came to the top of the mountain early, waiting for the opportunity to teach him a lesson with the modern poetry he was good at.

However, he never thought that even if it was modern poetry, Ye Bufan would be able to come easily.

It seems that this guy just wants to drink water when he writes poetry!

This is also the inner feeling of Liu Ruomei and the women, especially these beauties, even including Zhou Yan, who has always maintained Zhou Qiu's name, thinking of Ye Bufan's "strong and true, delicate texture and even flesh and bones", "Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the water hall is fragrant", and which one "Mountain Walk", as well as the modern poem just recited, looking at Ye Bufan's eyes, they were full of strange eyes.

"Hmph, I'm not convinced, maybe you have already prepared this poem, if you have the ability, dare to write a poem with me on the spot?"

It seemed that noticing the strange gazes of the women, Zhou Qiuming felt very uncomfortable in his heart, especially when he caught a glimpse of Liu Ruomei looking at Ye Bufan, who also looked stupid, he was even more angry!

"To the poem? What's the right way? ”

Seeing that Zhou Qiuming still looked like he would not admit defeat, Ye Bufan admired his persistence a little.

However, for those who insist, Ye Bufan felt that it was necessary to give him some more stimulation, so that he could realize that the reality was so cruel!

Who made us Ye Caizi a good person!

"It's very simple to read a poem, that is, I read a poem, and you also read a poem, how about it?"

"What's so hard about this, let's get started!"

Hearing that Ye Bufan agreed to his request, Zhou Qiuming's face was happy, his current reputation as a second-level writer is not for nothing, whether it is the modern poetry section of the school magazine, or some newspapers and magazines outside the school, he has also published a lot of poems one after another.

said that it was a poem, but in fact, Zhou Qiuming's meaning was just to use the poems he had written before to overwhelm Ye Bufan with a numerical advantage.

The poem you just wrote is amazing, invincible, and inspired, but you can't always be inspired!

Zhou Qiuming recalled the poems he had written in the past two years in his mind, and thought of them confidently.

Ye Bufan seemed to see his thoughts, a hint of an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his soft eyes were full of banter.

Compare the numbers with me, well, all I can say is that you are brave!

Zhou Qiuming was a little unnatural by Ye Bufan's gaze, he angrily put these inexplicable feelings behind him, snorted coldly, and then opened his mouth to recite:

if

You're tired,

I have also been deceived in life,

Don't panic,

Relax your mind,

And he ran away from that joy.

If......

"This poem of mine is called "If Life Deceives You", although it looks simple, but the sentences are heartwarming, it is my proud work, right?"

Zhou Qiuming's eyes looked at Ye Bufan, and the meaning of provocation was very obvious.

What if life deceives you? I'll go like this!

Isn't this the masterpiece of the famous Russian poet Pushkin in the previous life, I remember that it was also selected as a textbook for junior high school.

I thought that Zhou Qiuming was going to write a modern poem, but what he didn't expect was this one, and the general meaning was quite similar.

It's just that Ye Bufan knows it in his heart.

Pushkin's poem "If Life Deceives You", whether it is poetic, stylistic, or recitative, is far better than the kindness and warmth of Zhou Qiuming's disease-free moaning.

In 1852, Pushkin was exiled to Odessa, South Russia, where he had a conflict with the local governor, and was escorted to the village of Mikhailovsky where he was imprisoned. The poem expresses a positive, optimistic and strong attitude towards life, and because of its kind and kind tone, many people have written it down in their notebooks, and it has become a motto to motivate themselves to move forward bravely and never give up.

There is no doubt that this kind of poem written in suffering is naturally not many times more clever than the poem written by Zhou Qiuming!

Recalling this poem in his mind, Ye Bufan adjusted his tone and read it out loud and confidently:

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be anxious!

Calm down on a gloomy day:

Believe it, happy days will come!

The heart is always towards the future,

Now it is often melancholy,

A qiē is instantaneous, a qiē will pass,

And what has passed will become a cordial nostalgia.

After the recitation of the song "If Life Deceives You", Liu Ruomei and others were stunned, feeling that the pores all over their bodies had become extremely comfortable, and their hearts had become bright and clear.

Poetry, how can it feel this way?

It's as if a warm spring breeze blew away the ice in my heart, and just like that, a scorching bonfire illuminates the night in my hand!

This is not poetry, it is a spiritual communication!

Zhou Qiuming's face was a little dark, he couldn't have imagined that Ye Bufan not only exported poems, but also used his poem name to compose poems, and the content also left him far away in thought and artistic conception.

"This is the first song, I don't believe you can make it!" Although Zhou Qiuming's face was hot, he still had a black face, and a low voice came out of his throat.

I have published so many poems, this is the biggest basis for me to dare to fight with Ye Bufan on poetry, and I can't admit defeat because of a poem!

"Hmph, what is a poem, let's continue!" Zhou Qiuming seems to be going to hold on to the end!

"Cut, don't admit defeat yet, some people are really shameless, they have already lost since the first poem, and they still want to use the number to overwhelm others!"

Zhao Xinxin was extremely smart, and naturally saw that Xiao Jiujiu in Zhou Qiuming's heart said it without any scruples at this moment.

"That is, Xinxin is right, there are not many poems, but fine, even if Ye Bufan's two poems are taken outside the school, they are also the objects of competition among major poetry magazines, I don't think there is any need to go on anymore, because the outcome has been decided!" Sun Qianya also spoke.

A boy standing next to Zhou Qiuming glanced at Sun Qianya's plump chest, and then said: "What I said is clearly that he doesn't know what to do, and he has to fight poetry with our brother Zhou, but he will regret it at this time, and he is not afraid of other people's jokes when he says it!" ”

"You guys are really strong words, we're here to play, not to compete with you in poetry!" Liu Ruomei also couldn't listen to it anymore, and frowned and said.

"It's okay, it's still early anyway, if we don't let him lose his mind, I'm afraid someone won't give up!" Ye Bufan smiled at Zhou Qiuming with "kindness" on his face, and continued, "Do you think what I said is right? ”

Zhou Qiuming learned to be obedient this time, so he simply shook his face, didn't even look at him, and directly recited his second poem:

Go to a distant place,

Find peace of mind.

At the moment of embarking on the journey,

……

"The name of my poem is "Travel", I don't believe you can still export it into a poem!" Zhou Qiuming took out another poem that had been published in the school magazine, and there was a faint hint of pride on his ironing face.

What, travel?

Ye Bufan is a little drunk, you can also use such a popular name for poetry, think about it carefully, there are really a lot of poems called travel in the previous life, and even some poems involving travel can also be named this one.

"Oh, it's really unfortunate, my poem is also called "Travel", you see, we bumped into each other again, oh no, bumped into the poem!" Ye Bufan's words made the girls laugh.

Wherever far away,

There is a temptation for all of us,

Not tempted by beauty,

is to be tempted by legends,

……

Go to a distant land,

Go to a distant land,

There are no characters in familiar places.

Ye Bufan casually chose a song "Travel" by Wang Guozhen, and read it out very easily and casually.

Zhou Qiuming's face became even more gloomy, and without waiting for everyone to say anything, he took out another published poem and read it with a hint of anger.

When he pronounced the last syllable, Ye Bufan still had an indifferent smile, and the corners of his mouth moved.

With the same poem title, Ye Bufan recited it very easily and casually.

From "Spring" to "Sunny Rain", to "A Qiē You Give", and even Zhou Qiuming's best sycophant poem "Dedicated to the Diligent Deputy Director", Ye Bufan has paired each poem one by one.

Moreover, each of the poems recited by Ye Bufan is much stronger than the poems published by Zhou Qiuming, and almost all of the people present are people who know poetry, which is also very obvious.

Ten poems in a row, Ye Bufan let everyone see what is poetry on the spot, what is poetry in chapters, these people look at Ye Bufan's gaze, in addition to shock, there is also a very pleasant and enjoyable feeling.

After tasting the product carefully, Ye Bufan finally affirmed that this was a feeling of being worshipped.

Even, even his opponent Zhou Qiuming has to admit that he is far inferior to Ye Bufan in the creation of modern poetry!

thinks that he has the chance to win, but he uses his reputation as a second-level writer to achieve others.

Liu Ruomei looked at Ye Bufan's not great, but very tall body, and thought of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", "Mountain Travel", and all the poems just now.

Seemingly, there is something that is vaguely tugging at her heartstrings!