Today's weather is not too good, since the morning, the sky began to fall a little bit of raindrops, Yan Buwen accompanied Xiao Rong in the house to practice calligraphy, seeing the scene of raindrops and spring grass outside, I couldn't help but write a poem on the paper. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but no, the most important is the benefit of spring in a year, and it is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital."

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In the light rain, the streets were sparsely populated, but in a house there was a high number of people, and from time to time there was the sound of someone talking about the outline, accompanied by bursts of applause, plus laughter, you can imagine what happened here, a group of young men and women gathered together, drinking tea and chatting, applauding because someone accidentally said a wonderful word, and the laughter was because of the humor of the young man, which caused a burst of laughter from the young woman.

"This is a graduate of the Department of Economics of Guanghua University, Bachelor Li, Li Yuankang, Brother Yuankang, Brother Yuankang, Brother Yuankang is amazing, he was hired as a manager by a bank just after graduation, which is really enviable." Li Yuankang stood up and shook hands with the people around him, Li Yuankang still liked this person's introduction and gave him enough face.

The owner of "・・・・・・" introduced them one by one, and finally introduced the last person, everyone's eyes were on this person, even Li Yuankang had to face it, this is the focus of this party, the most powerful person, this time I can appreciate my face, or thanks to the relationship between this master and his classmates.

"The last one is even more incredible, graduated from the Department of Literature of the University of Tanzania in London, England, because of his excellent grades, he was awarded a doctorate in literature, and as soon as he returned to China in the past two days, I invited him over, and was invited by the editor-in-chief of the "Shanghai Daily" to become the editor-in-chief of the literature column, and the future is limitless." When the host introduced, he did not forget to increase the exclamation tone to show the greatness of this doctor.

"Presumably, you already know who it is, everyone has read the "Shanghai Daily", the front page headline is him, and the editor-in-chief of the "Shanghai Daily" shook hands cordially." The master was still laying the groundwork, and the doctor also felt that it would be boring for him or his friends to introduce his name, and he wanted to say it to the people in front of him.

A young woman exclaimed, "Could it be Cao Lingyuan, Dr. Liuyang?" ”

"Long admiration, long admiration." A group of people showed expressions of sudden realization, and hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with Cao Lingyuan to show respect.

Even Li Yuankang stepped forward to say that he admired Cao Lingyuan very much, although he had never heard of Cao Lingyuan's name before, but now everyone says so, if Li Yuankang doesn't do this, he seems to be uneducated and doesn't care about current affairs.

Cao Lingyuan smiled, these people satisfied his vanity, and everyone echoed: "Brother Cao is talented, it is everyone's honor to be able to sit with Brother Cao and drink tea, please take care of it in the future." ”

"It's an honor, it's an honor." Cao Lingyuan smiled with a smile.

The host said with a smile: "You don't have to be polite, come to me and treat it as your own home, I don't know if you are interested in composing a poem, compare with each other, see whose is better?" ”

Generally, the class reunion is a poetry conference, so as to highlight the knowledge of the literary youth, and now the society is popular to compose poetry, and female students also like to be able to compose poetry, so the host proposed.

"Come on, with Brother Cao here, can we still read our poems?" A young woman muttered.

The owner hurriedly said: "Don't get in the way, let's just have fun." ”

"Okay, then let's throw bricks and lead the way, I heard that there is a book "Eighteen Vernacular Poets" in our country, which records the most famous eighteen vernacular poets, including Brother Cao, I remember correctly." One of them laughed.

Cao Lingyuan bowed slightly.

"That's even more incredible, there are only eighteen in China, and Brother Cao is on the list, we can't compare." Another exclaimed.

When the young women heard this, they all showed expressions of admiration for Cao Lingyuan, they didn't necessarily understand how powerful Dr. Yang was, but if he could be ranked as one of the eighteen vernacular poets, Cao Lingyuan had the capital to be an idol, and Cao Lingyuan was handsome, and he was also quite favored by all the young women.

"It's all said that throwing bricks and leading jade, let's also learn the techniques of modern poetry, otherwise how to progress, always behind closed doors, the outside world is developing so fast, how can we catch up, don't take the old road of the Qing Dynasty." A literary young woman continued.

"Okay, no problem, let's get an axe in the class, and Guan Gong will play a big knife in front of him." A group of young men are eager to try, even if Cao Lingyuan's poems are good, their poems are not necessarily so unbearable.

The young woman was ready to recite the poems that were held in her stomach and were already familiar with them, and asked Cao Lingyuan to comment on them.

"Then start with Meimei, Brother Yuankang can end." The owner laughed.

"Alright then, let's do it." Everyone was gearing up, ready to take out the poems at the bottom of the box, and compete with Cao Lingyuan, and lose decently if they lose.

The first young woman took a sip of tea, cleared her throat, and recited aloud: "Love, if it really matters, so what, the transparent red dust, it rolls away like a river・・・・・・

"Okay, she is worthy of being a talented woman, and her poetry skills are really not weak." The master took the lead in applauding and praising the others, causing the young woman named Meimei to laugh again and again, and then humbly let the next person compose a poem.

Until Cao Lingyuan, in the words of the master, they are not equal, each is a model of modern poetry, everyone is a talented and beautiful woman, and the sedan chair carries people and praises each other. And Cao Lingyuan smiled slightly, sat indifferently and didn't speak, until it was his turn, he stood up and coughed.

The people around him all showed expectant eyes, not knowing what shocking and peerless masterpieces this doctor of foreign literature could make.

"Do I need to imprison you, or you come to occupy me, in my heart, the door is locked again, it's me, it's you, you can't open the door, you will always be locked in my heart." Cao Lingyuan's affectionate recitation, coupled with his unique thick voice, makes this poem extremely painful, completely interpreting a tragic image that cannot be loved.

Everyone was silent, and the poem composed of these few sentences alone made them feel heartache, this is the power of poetry, and they seem to be incarnated into the person who cannot be loved in the poem.

The host was the first to react, slowly applauding, and then the applause became stronger and stronger, and everyone applauded and admired, worthy of being a doctor studying abroad, this one is better than the previous ones.

"Brother Cao is really amazing, this poem really touched us." Humane.

Cao Lingyuan smiled freely: "Thank you for your praise." In my heart, I despise everyone in front of me, after all, those who have stayed in the ocean can't compare to these dirt buns, so it's better to hit them headlong and die.

"Hey, you guys are really, you can't let Dr. Cao write a poem at the end, as soon as he finishes reciting, we all know that we can't compare, how can we still have any intention of composing poetry, forget it, don't do it, the champion is Brother Cao." The young woman at the back of the line was a little complaining.

The owner hurriedly smiled: "It's okay, everyone is just playing, don't take it seriously." ”

"You compose poems, we have all done them, if you don't do it, it will be unkind, let Brother Cao dial a little." The others coaxed, and the remaining few had no choice but to compose poems, but it didn't sound like much flavor.

The host is also a platter, and he doesn't make the rest of the people ugly, and he also praises it.

Until the end of Li Yuankang, the master smiled: "I have long heard that Brother Yuankang has literary power, so he won't write a poem today?" ”

Cao Lingyuan is now lying relaxed on the sofa, and as expected, as expected, as soon as his poem comes out, there is basically no one who can compete with him, which also has the loneliness of a master.

As for Li Yuankang, he graduated from Guanghua University, which is not well-known, what kind of poems can he make, even Cao Lingyuan feels bored, it is not as interesting as having a reunion with those international students, now he feels that he is not a little bit behind these literary and artistic young people in front of him, it is a gap of the times, that is to say, there is a generation gap.

"Yes, Brother Yuankang will help us earn back face." Everyone laughed, in fact, they all said polite words, and they all thought in their hearts that the poems they wrote couldn't win Cao Lingyuan, and Li Yuankang was even more useless.

Li Yuankang took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have a good poem here, which I improvised yesterday, and based on the personal experience of a friend of mine, I sent it casually, so I used it to offer ugliness. ”

Li Yuankang looked at everyone in front of him coldly, he was originally a person who likes face, so he must not lose to Cao Lingyuan in poetry, isn't it Dr. Liuyang? As long as you take out that poem, you will definitely be able to beat him.

Now that the psychology of winning has prevailed in Li Yuankang's heart, he doesn't care about anything else, even if the poem has nothing to do with him.

The others hurriedly smiled and urged: "Hurry up and read." ”

Li Yuankang laughed, then walked to the window, stepped on the bench barefoot, held his head high, and recited enthusiastically: "Gently I go, just as I come gently, I gently beckon, as the clouds of the western sky." ”

The first sentence of the poem "Farewell to Cambridge" resounded in the hut, and there was no longer any conversation among the people present. Although Li Yuankang pirated "Farewell Kangqiao", he also had a bit of a foundation in recitation because he was good, so he recited it, which is also very suitable for the artistic conception of the poem, of course, it is a little worse than Yan Buwen, but it can be regarded as a one-stop work.

Everyone here has basically read a lot of famous Chinese and foreign poems, whether a poem is good or not, you can hear it, and Cao Lingyuan's face gradually became shocked from the disdain that began to appear, and then the whole eyebrows were twisted, and finally Li Yuankang recited: "Quietly I left, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me. The audience burst into warm applause, this poetic mood is far-reaching, through some small and micro things, to create an incomparably wonderful world.

Li Yuankang was very satisfied when he saw these people's expressions, especially Cao Lingyuan, his eyebrows were twisted, Li Yuankang's heart was happy, and the anger that had been made by Yan Buwen before was swept away, Li Yuankang jumped down from the bench and said with a smile: "How about my poem?" How does it compare to Brother Cao? ”

The master motioned to everyone not to applaud first, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's a masterpiece, Brother Yuankang is really a literary master, who do you think can win this poetry competition?" ”