Rewind!

Hey, it's not an exam, Ye Xuan smiled politely at the girl who was collecting the papers, and the girl blushed to the root of her ears when she glanced at the white paper in Ye Xuan's hand.

Is this written in Huaxia?

I don't understand!

Forget it, let's leave things like reading poetry to the three teachers!

Xu Zhiqiang was full of confidence, and when he saw the goddess he had a crush on standing next to Ye Xuan with a shy face, a wave of jealousy and a raging flame appeared in his heart inexplicably.

It's so angry!

This guy called Ye Xuan, you wait for me, and see who is the first place when the selection is later!

Some students sighed, while others were full of comfort and confidence.

The three judges on the stage watched the students' works back and forth, and when they saw Ye Xuan, Cheng Hongming was full of expectations, and he could write such a talented poem as "Bamboo and Stone", I believe that Ye Xuan would also surprise himself this time.

But there is only surprise, no joy!

What kind of chicken bastard is this about?

Cheng Hongming thought that he was also quite accomplished in calligraphy, and when he saw that Ye Xuan's wild grass was not a wild grass, he frowned tightly after the crooked words.

Tong Lixin, who was facing the Chinese character next to him, also observed it repeatedly, and finally shook his head.

I can't read it, I can't understand it.

"We all went through them one by one and everyone was very nice. Especially Xu Zhiqiang and Liu Jiaojiao, one is the president of the classical school and the other is the president of the modernist school. Xu Zhiqiang's poems give me the feeling that everything is revived, while Liu Jiaojiao's modern poems first describe in detail from a budding grass. It's all good! ”

Cheng Hongming said with a straight face, hearing Cheng Hongming's praise, Xu Zhiqiang glanced at Ye Xuan proudly.

Sure enough, a play is a play, and he still comes out on top in terms of the ability to write poetry, and now he should worship himself very much in love with the goddess Liu Jiaojiao, after all, he has won the praise of three teachers one after another.

"The teacher praised it, I'm still far behind the teacher, the student's talent is dull, and I hope the teacher will give me more advice in the future." Xu Zhiqiang shook his head and said modestly.

Ye Xuan: "......"

I'm afraid this person lives in ancient times, and even speaks so well... B-grid!

"Boss, you didn't make the cut." Yang Xueyao said regretfully, but thinking about it, the elites of the Literature Department of Yenching University who participated in the poetry meeting this time were all elites, and it was natural that the boss was not selected.

"It doesn't matter, I was forced to be pulled over."

Ye Xuan said very freely.

Just mix it up, who let himself drink too much yesterday and promised Cheng Hongming to participate in the poetry meeting.

"Ahem, that Ye Xuan, you... Come here! ”

Cheng Hongming raised his eyebrows and said suddenly.

Hearing Cheng Hongming's words, everyone's eyes converged on Ye Xuan.

"Could it be that the writing is too poor and it is criticized by name? Hehe, I don't know if Ye Xuan wrote ancient poems or modern poems. No matter which one it is, Mr. Cheng Hongming is known for being strict, and Mr. Tong Lixin is even more so. They don't care if you're a big star or not, they will scold you. Xu Zhiqiang gloated.

He had already begun to imagine the scene of Ye Xuan being scolded by the three teachers!

Glancing at the goddess of crush Liu Jiaojiao, Xu Zhiqiang sneered a few times in his heart.

"Call me?" Ye Xuan had an ominous premonition.

"That's right, come here, can you explain to me what you wrote?" Cheng Hongming said tiredly.

He was laughed at by two old friends just now!

It was really Ye Xuan's words that were too exaggerated, so they couldn't understand what Ye Xuan wrote at all, Tong Lixin couldn't help but laugh wildly several times, and was even more sure in his heart where Ye Xuan's "Bamboo and Stone" should have been copied from, but with this calligraphy, it could be seen.

Since I like poetry and am better at poetry, why is calligraphy so bad!

"It's the first time I've written with a brush." Ye Xuan scratched his head, it turned out that he couldn't understand what was written, and he thought that the writing was indeed terrible.

"You say, I'll write it for you!"

Cheng Hongming blew his beard and glared and said, he is the only one who believes in Ye Xuan's talent, if Ye Xuan does not write well, it is equivalent to slapping him in the face.

"Gushan Temple is in the north of Jia Tingxi, and the water surface is flat at the beginning of the clouds. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe. The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade. ”

Ye Xuan simply said what he had written out loud.

Bang dang

Cheng Hongming was still writing steadily at first, listening to the brush in his hand and throwing it to the ground.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"Qiantang Lake Spring Trip!"

Bang

Cheng Hongming picked up the brush on the ground and quickly wrote the last two sentences on the paper.

The students below savored it, and Tong Lixin and the old Mediterranean man on the stage looked at each other, making sure that they had never heard of this poem, and their eyes were full of shock!

"Whew"

"So that's it? Although the handwriting is a little poor, it is harmless, and our poetry will look at the literary style, not the calligraphy competition. ”

Cheng Hongming took a deep breath and decided to announce the ranking.

"Wait, I heard that Mr. Ye Xuan is not only good at ancient poems, but also writes modern poems like "Haiyan". I wonder if Mr. Ye Xuan can write a poem for us now? We'd love to see it! ”

Xu Zhiqiang opened his mouth to speak, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

Originally, if there was no Ye Xuan appearing, then this poetry meeting would be the champion by itself, even though Ye Xuan was recognized by the teacher, Xu Zhiqiang still couldn't help but want to disgust Ye Xuan.

Writing a modern poem in spring?

Ye Xuan looked at Xu Zhiqiang, who was speaking.

The scene was a little depressing and eerily quiet, Cheng Hongming glared at Xu Zhiqiang and wanted to continue to announce the results.

"Sorry, I won't, can you write a poem in spring?" Ye Xuan was shameless, phew, and said to Xu Zhiqiang in a single voice.

"I... Neither will I. ”

Xu Zhiqiang's tone was choked, he wanted to embarrass Ye Xuan, but he didn't expect Ye Xuan to say so frankly, and the thickness of his skin was beyond his imagination!

At home, Ye Xuan was lazily lying on the bed and falling asleep.

"Teacher Cheng, this is what Ye Xuan asked me to hand over to you!" Yang Xueyao handed the paper written with a ballpoint pen in her hand to Cheng Hongming.

Spring?

Cheng Hongming opened the paper and glanced at the students who had not yet left.

"Xu Zhiqiang, don't you want to hear the modern poems written by Ye Xuan?"

"You read it to everyone!"

Taking the note, Xu Zhiqiang looked at it in confusion.

This spring, my heart is in turmoil

Some tombstones come to mind

I think about my childhood for a while

My heart is in turmoil this spring

Spring poems have long been written in spring

My dedication poems are spring blades of grass and flower crowns

What can I do this spring?

Who else can you embrace spring and time with

After reading this modern poem, Xu Zhiqiang looked at the chair that had long since disappeared Ye Xuan.

"I... I... Wrong! Xu Zhiqiang lowered his head.

"Xiao Ye, this kid is really good, modest and polite, knowing that Xu Zhiqiang deliberately found fault and deliberately let him go. also deliberately said that he couldn't write modern poetry, tsk, look at it, this modern poetry is better than me! ”

Tong Lixin said in amazement.

"It's a pity for this kid, how nice it would be if he devoted himself to studying literature!"

If Liu Dongqiang saw this scene, he would definitely be a little emotional.

Ye Xuan pretended to be forced again!

His realm of pretending to be forced has reached the point of invisible pretending!

Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze

Ye Xuan sneezed a few times on the bed.

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