Yang Xiaojie looked at Badomont speechlessly, and then glanced at Ye Chen, at this moment Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, as if sinking into a nightmare.

"Tut-tut, Mr. Ye Chen, it's just too godly, when I become a great writer, I must write a biography of Mr. Ye Chen."

Badomont's words made Yang Xiaojie speechless, she glanced at Badomont and said: "This Ye Chen came out of the drama club at the beginning, and his acting talent is naturally very solid, in addition, he has also shot two movies and written a few, although there are not many poetry works, they are all famous articles, and they are very popular with domestic readers." His performance just now is a reasonable use of the essence of his writing profession, which has brought out the current effect. ”

Badomont grabbed Yang Xiaojie's hand and said, "What? Mr. Ye Chen is actually a drama actor, I said that his performance is so dedicated, at the beginning I thought he was really brewing the following verses, now it turns out that he wants to show this poem in the form of a drama, no wonder the kind of eyes just now, so wonderful, it is just the same as the performance level of Mr. Hopsley in my country, no, after the award shop is over, I must treat him to a drink. ”

Yang Xiaojie was completely taken aback by Badomont's words, looking at the way she spoke, this is the rhythm of wanting to become Ye Chen's fan!

Although this Badomont has just become famous, his works still have a certain market in China, and now he has become a fan of Ye Chen in the blink of an eye, which is changing too fast.

"Cerdomon, what form do you think the latter will take?" An old man sitting next to Cerdomon asked.

Cerdomon glanced at the old man and said, "Dolph, the climax has passed, and then it should be the trough again, first up and then down, it should be like this!" ”

"Alas! No matter where I look --

Everywhere the iron shackles are ringing, and the leather whip is flying,

The law is suffering a fatal humiliation,

The enslaved have tears of weakness;

Everywhere the eye is looking, the power of the senseless is taking advantage of the thick haze of evil views to ascend the throne--

This enslaved terrible genius,

This ominous evil desire for glory. ”

Ye Chen's voice became low and painful, this is a silent wail, but he still has to bear the injustice of this world, and silently endure the suffering here.

Every line of Ye Chen's next verses sprinted deeply into the depths of everyone's hearts.

Especially some of the old people in the judges, they have heard of that period of darkness, and one of the judges has experienced that time.

"Good poem, poetry, this young man, really not an ordinary person, he is definitely familiar with the history of our country, as well as the deeds of Puxi Lekin, otherwise it would be impossible to write such a good poem, this young man, very good!"

The person who spoke was none other than Mr. Limsson, a great writer from Northern Russia who had lived to be one hundred and three years old, and he had attended many literary forums in China, and he rarely went out when he was old these years, and Ye Chen still knew a lot about this person.

Mr. Cerdomon looked at Ye Chen, who was still reciting there, his face was full of appreciation, and he looked at Mr. Limson and said: "Teacher Limsen, this child is indeed very accomplished in literature, and he is also very good in performance. ”

While listening, everyone discussed in a whisper, and there was no objection to this poem, but finally Mordosk said: "This poem is good, but he has not finished reciting it yet, just looking at the current is indeed very shocking, but if the following finishing touch is not handled well, then it cannot be called a masterpiece either." ”

Someone listened to Modosk's words and nodded in agreement, so everyone didn't continue to say anything, and looked at Ye Chen at the same time, obviously they were still very interested in Ye Chen's remaining poems.

As for the poetry contribution award for this one, I am afraid that it has already fallen in the hearts of several judges.

"I hate you, and your throne,

Watching you and your disciples die one after another,

My chest is filled with cruel joy.

On your forehead will appear

The people curse your brand fiercely,

You are a shame of nature,

The human plague god,

You are the world's condemnation to God. ”

……

Ye Chen's voice continued, and everyone was completely shocked by Ye Chen, if this poem was written by Ye Chen earlier, then for recitation, it was undoubtedly a breeze.

But the actual situation in front of him is that a judge who is dissatisfied with Ye Chen's proposition created a poem, and it only took a short period of less than two minutes to create a poem of about 1,000 words.

If it is said that this is a chapter, these words still show themselves as the protagonist in the poem, one person plays multiple roles, and the performance is vivid, which completely shocked everyone.

Badomont kept asking Yang Xiaojie, but now Yang Xiaojie can only be said to be shocked, originally he didn't want to deal with Badomont, but Badomont kept asking Ye Chen, and finally Yang Xiaojie told Badomont the story of Ye Chen's creation of poetry.

At this time, Badomont's worship of Ye Chen has added another option, that is, the lyricist, with this so-called lyricist, Badomont is no stranger to the later composition.

"O emperor of the day, learn a lesson:

Whether it's a punishment or a reward,

The blood in prison, or the god on the altar,

None of them are a solid barrier for you.

Bow your heads first,

With the shadow of legal reliability,

The eternal guardian of the throne,

It will be the tranquility and freedom of the people. ”

Ye Chen finally finished reading his poem, Ye Chen walked towards Yang Xiaojie in the eyes of everyone, before Ye Chen could do it, Badomont on the side suddenly sat down next to Ye Chen and said: "Mr. Ye Chen, your poem just now is simply amazing, and there is a little bit of a question at the end, it is really happy, a harmonious society, like this kind of poetry that has the courage to self-dissect, we must reflect." ”

Ye Chen nodded at Badomont and said, "There are always unsatisfactory things in the world, how do you know if you will succeed if you don't do it?" ”

At this moment, Limson came to Ye Chen's side with the help of Cherdomon, and Limson spoke: "Mr. Ye Chen, I don't know what the name of your poem is?" ”

Ye Chen looked at the old man in front of him, and couldn't help but be in awe, after all, he was a generation of literary giants who had left too many literary works.

"It's called 'Ode to Freedom'!" [.]