There is no night light in the city that never sleeps,

The moon is like frost outside the city that never sleeps.

Sleeping in the moon city at night,

Fragrant lotus snow cold snow lotus fragrance.

As soon as the poem by Scholar Mi came out, it immediately caused a round of applause.

"Good poetry! What a poem! ”

"The most taboo in the poem is the use of repetitive words, but this poem boldly breaks through the limitations, and uses three 'never sleep' in the first two sentences. Far from being strange to read, it's catchy and easy to remember. ”

The last two sentences are even better. The palindromic format is used, and it is exactly the same whether it is read forward or backward. ”

"The four sentences are connected to write exactly what is happening in the city and outside the city that never sleeps at night."

"One month, one snow, one snow lotus, three kinds of imagery, perfectly outline the poignant and deserted scene inside and outside the city that never sleeps on a moonlit night."

The first three are all perceptions of perspective, and the last sentence suddenly turns to the sense of smell. The whole picture immediately becomes three-dimensional. ”

"The last sentence is really a bit of a sunny stroke."

Not only the other brute dragons, but even the Mi University Scholar also had a slight smug look on their faces.

Speaking from the heart, today's poem is one of the best poems in his life.

Originally, it was just a competition, but I didn't expect that I would be blessed with my soul and suddenly make such a good work.

How could this not make him proud?

It seems that this time, it is stable.

Sometimes, inspiration is just a flash of inspiration.

There are many poets in history, most of the time, who are inactive and very mediocre.

Occasionally, when a flash of inspiration strikes and a poem is written, it will be remembered.

This is called inspiration.

Just now, I was suddenly inspired to make such a superb song, no matter how powerful this kid is, it is impossible to surpass himself.

The surrounding dragons continued to talk.

Today, this kid is doomed.

Even a brute dragon began to shout arrogantly:

"Boy, let's admit defeat as soon as possible."

"If you can win a bachelor's degree today, I'll take off my broken shoes and eat them."

There was also a brute dragon, who said very proudly:

"Boy, how is this poem? Comment on it. ”

The smug look seemed to make the poem himself.

Wen Zilong glanced at Scholar Nami.

I saw a slight smile on the face of Scholar Mi, and said:

"Your Excellency's comment, I'm listening."

That being said, he doesn't look like he's listening to him.

It's like showing off.

It's like a parent of a primary school student saying to someone else, "My kid, this exam is so bad." There were two subjects that didn't score 98 points. ”

It seems that he is counting the children, this is a batch of people who are obviously proud.

Don't you know that the child is probably complaining in his heart at this time: I have 100 in one course and 97 in two, which is still too bad? Why don't you go to heaven? You should be as good as me when you go to school, and I don't have to suffer with you now.

Wen Zilong understood what he meant, and smiled faintly:

"Garbage, after all, garbage."

As soon as these words came out, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

Scholar Nami's face was cold.

This proud work of mine was called garbage by the other party?

The brute dragons at the scene, after being quiet for a while, suddenly burst out into a burst of scolding:

"Such poems are called garbage? Why don't you have long ears? ”

"It's not that I don't have long ears, it's that I don't appreciate it at all. The level of appreciation for this product is not here yet. ”

"It's okay if you don't appreciate it, but if you don't appreciate it, you can casually call other people's poems rubbish, that's his fault."

"I didn't say it, it's just a stupid thing, why are you talking so much nonsense with him?"

Scholar Nami stared at Wen Zilong tightly:

"My poems are garbage, dare to ask where the garbage is?"

Wen Zilong sneered:

"Scenery is temporary, only feelings are eternal. If a poem is only written over and over again, no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is and how novel the form is, it will eventually be forgotten. Only by borrowing the scenery to be lyrical and the scenes to blend can we achieve immortal masterpieces. By this standard, do you dare to say that this poem of yours is not rubbish? ”

Scholar Nami just started, and his eyes were full of coldness.

But at this time, after listening to Wen Zilong's words, the cold air on the whole person suddenly subsided.

It's like a banana that has been scrapped by the pig-killing knife of time, wilting.

Lyrical through the scene, this is the first time he has heard of this statement.

Looking at their entire literary history of the Pleiades, there has not been such a thing as lyricism.

However, what the brute dragon said sounded very reasonable.

Only by incorporating sincere emotions into the poem can the reader be moved.

Gorgeous words, beautiful imagery, this is just appearance.

Emotions are intrinsic.

If a brute dragon only has a gorgeous appearance and no inner beauty, then he will not last long.

After all, beauty will eventually fade.

And the beautiful heart, the beautiful spirit and quality will always be remembered.

Thinking of this, the light in the eyes of the scholar began to flicker.

Just by the fact that the other party pointed out his own shortcomings and said a set of theories that he had never heard of at all, but which were very reasonable, he had already admitted defeat in his heart.

However, it is unforgivable for the other party to defile the Holy Land.

I can't just let him go.

Let him go, how to explain to the crowd at the scene?

How do you explain to the city lord?

The brute dragons on the scene were not as knowledgeable as those of Mi Dashi.

It's not going to be as thorough as a bachelor's degree.

Although they also felt in their hearts that what Wen Zilong said seemed to have some truth, but in this case, they naturally couldn't admit defeat.

They are still shouting:

"This is the proud work of Scholar Mi, dare you say that it is rubbish?"

"I think this guy is here to make trouble."

"Sure enough, there are no good things for outsiders."

"No matter what, we must not let him out of the city that never sleeps today!"

In the midst of everyone's shouts, Scholar Mi finally moved.

He stretched out his hands and pressed them weakly.

Signal everyone to be quiet.

Only then did the voices of the crowd subside.

米大士 says:

"Since he said that my poems are rubbish, let's see how his works are. If it's not as good as the garbage I made, it's not too late for us to keep him. ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded:

"Scholar Mi is right!"

"Sure enough, it's still a Mi University scholar who has the bearing."

"If this were me, I would have given him a big mouth. We really can't compare with a university scholar like Mi University. ”

"Just listen to what kind of bullshit he is."

"In short, no matter how good or bad his work is, we don't applaud it, okay?"

"Yes, this guy's character is so bad, even if the work is good, so what? Everyone didn't applaud at that time, and it was up to him to see how he ended. ”

"Whoever applauds just can't get along with me."

"That's right, whoever applauds is a grandson."