Xia Xing's magnetic voice slowly sounded in the hall: "Farewell Kangqiao." ”

Gently I go,

As I come gently;

I beckoned gently,

Be the clouds of the western heavens.

The golden willows on the banks of the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

Bright shadows in the waves,

It ripples in my heart.

......

But I can't put on songs,

Quietly is the parting sheng flute;

The summer worm is also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

......

Quietly I'm gone,

As I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

Do not take away a single cloud.

This poem was written by Xu Zhimo, a famous prose poet in his previous life, on his way back from his third European tour, and it is a prose poem that was very influential in his previous life.

Quietly I went, just as I came quietly, I waved my sleeves and did not take away a cloud.

Many people took a deep breath after listening to Xia Xing's reading, and were completely brought into the artistic conception of the poem.

What a romantic, free-flowing poem!

As Xia Xing's romantic prose poem ended, the venue was quiet again.

Many people looked at Xia Xing in surprise, because they were all shocked by Xia Xing's talent.

The poem just now had already shocked them, and this modern prose poem was equally free and easy.

Zhu Huawen was completely stupid this time, compared with Xia Xing's "Farewell to Kangqiao", what kind of rotten thing did he write, he didn't even read it.

On the Internet, Xia Xing's poem has exploded.

"Xia Shen is awesome, this poem is simply too handsome. “

"Who dares to say that our Xia Shen can't write poems, and the poems he writes are scared to death for you. ”

"Haha, brick family, you are picking faults. ”

Zhang Mo listened to Xia Xing's poem at the scene, and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word with his mouth open.

Could this guy be the reincarnation of the poet?

You must know that those who are generally good at ancient poetry in the literary world are not necessarily good at modern poetry, and the difference between the two is very big.

But Xia Xing, this guy, is actually good at both.

He could no longer describe the young man in front of him in words, he could only describe it as a genius.

Xia Xing smiled faintly and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhang is very accomplished in prose poetry, you see that I have no literary literacy, and my cultural level is low, please give me some advice." ”

Zhang Mo's face turned red suddenly, on the Internet, he once criticized Xia Xing for having no literary literacy and low level, Xia Xing was obviously retaliating.

Why is your poem written so meaningfully, and let me point it out?

"Mr. Xia, I am convinced, the poems you wrote, I Zhang Mo sighed to myself, your literary literacy is already very high, I am not worthy of pointing you out. ”

Compared with Zhu Huawen, Zhang Mo is still a lot more free.

At this time, there were bursts of warm applause from the audience.

These two poems by Xia Xing are really fantastic, and it can be said that they conquered everyone present.

Two of the three questions have been completed, and there is still the last one.

But for the last question, no one dared to give Xia Xing.

After all, the poems written by Xia Xing in the first two questions are very wonderful.

The most depressing thing is that this guy originally wrote classics, and he always pretended to be a little white, chasing the questioner to correct his mistakes.

Damn, it's obviously the king, what kind of scrap metal are you loading!

Seeing that no one dared to ask the question, the scene suddenly became embarrassed.

Xia Xing said to Zhu Huawen and the others: "The three of you still have a question, which of you will give me one." ”

"Old Zhu, you give me the title of your debut, the younger generation still wants you to give me advice. ”

Zhu Huawen had the urge to vomit blood.

What the hell, I'm going to lose my face to my grandmother's house today.

"Teacher Zhang, why don't you give me another one?" Xia Xing continued to say with a smile.

"No need, no need, I'm not qualified to give you questions. ”

Xia Xing's gaze fell on Yu Lei's body.

"Teacher Yu, why don't you give me one, you seem to have said that I was writing something that is disease-free and moaning. ”

Yu Lei knew what Xia Xing meant as soon as he heard it, and it seemed that he didn't plan to let go of any of the people who had criticized Xia Xing on the Internet.

"I, I didn't mean that, the mood of what you wrote is very good, especially the lyrics are really great, I did say something I shouldn't have said, I apologize to you. ”

People have already softened, and it won't be interesting for Xia Xing to pursue it again.

At this time, Mo Yu, vice chairman of the Writers' Association, said with a smile: "Haha, Xia Xing, I like what you wrote, why don't I give you a question, but you are not allowed to let me find fault with you, I can state in advance, I can't pick it out." ”

Hearing Mo Yu's words, everyone laughed.

Xia Xing still has a lot of respect for Mo Yu, he is a senior who has won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Xia Xing is crazy about those who want to step on him, and he still respects people who are really worthy of respect.

"Please ask Mr. Mo to answer the question. Xia Xing smiled and said.

Mo Yu thought for a while and said: "In this way, you can write a poem about your current state of mind, ancient and modern poems are fine." ”

Xia Xing smiled faintly when he heard this, and then said, "In this way, I'll chant a "Seven-Step Poem". ”

Seven-step poem?

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Xia Xing explained: "The meaning of the seven-step poem is that I take seven steps, and then within these seven steps, I make a poem. ”

Listening to Xia Xing's Hua, everyone present was stunned.

It's awesome to make a poem in seven steps.

Mo Yu nodded: "Okay, it's really terrifying, then let's all see this "Seven Steps Poem".

There was silence in the venue again, the lights dimmed, and a beam of light hit Xia Xing's body again.

At this moment, even if Xia Xing has no light, his body is full of aura.

Under the attention of everyone, Xia Xing finally took the first step and began to chant poetry.

"Boiled beans and burned beans!"

Then Xia Xing took the second and third steps and read the second sentence again.

"Beans are crying in the kettle!"

At the fourth and fifth steps, Xia Xing chanted the third sentence.

"It's the same root!"

Hearing the first three lines of the poem, everyone understood the surprise contained in the poem.

Before Xia Xing came to participate in the awards, many so-called experts criticized online literature.

However, online literature and tradition are one and the same!

Everyone applauded Xia Xing's ironic verse.

When Xia Xing reached the sixth step, he suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, only to see Xia Xing open his mouth but did not read the verses.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Huawen was immediately happy, haha pretend to be forced, the last sentence is stuck.

Many people also have the same feeling as Zhu Huawen.

Some people are worried about Xia Xing, but many more are gloating.

"Haha, if you see it, you can collect as much as you want, let you go crazy, this time it's planted!"

Xia Xing stopped and suddenly said, "Host, how many steps have I taken?"

Suddenly, everyone felt confused.

Damn, you didn't stop there, but you kept struggling with how many steps you took.

Your math teacher taught you!

"Hatred from Yang Weiwei +99!"

"Hatred from Zhu Huawen +111!"

"+119 aggro from Ray!"

"From ......"

Yang Weiwei was speechless for a moment, Xia Xing stopped just now, she was still worried about Xia Xing, thinking that Xia Xing couldn't say the last sentence.

After a long time, he forgot to take a few steps.

"You've walked six steps. Yang Weiwei reminded.

"Oh!" Xia Xing finally took the seventh step and said the seventh line of the poem at the same time.

"Why are you in a hurry?"

As soon as the last line of the poem came out, everyone was shocked again, this poem is amazing!

(End of chapter)