Chapter 126: The Garden (3)

Pick the rose in time, the ancient times are still flying. /top/ - Herrick

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"Representatives of the three phases of lyric poetry in the Western Continent of the seventeenth century?"

"In the first stage, Ben. Johnson; In the second stage, John. Dorne; The third stage, Alexander. Pope. Without raising his head, Sasha replied, "If your question is related to today's assignment in literature class, Beelzebub, I suggest you choose John. Dorne. ”

"Because his work is the shortest?" Beelzebub asked hopefully.

Because his work is the most ......, "he sand and groaned for a few seconds, and chose a more appropriate word: "elusive." He then glanced at Beelzebub suspiciously, "It has nothing to do with the length, but I can't expect a child who can't even comprehend the Champion, the Champion, the Promoter ”

"There's so much contempt in this sentence that it's almost enough to be fried for dinner." Beelzebub said: "I just don't bother to remember too many things that have nothing to do with my life at all. ”

"Poor boy." Avery gloated, "Haven't you discovered that this is all you have for the next four years of your life?" ”

"It's said that South Bend University once admitted a boy with an IQ hovering around 80 because of his skills, but I don't think Mr. Bisandi needed a rugby star to run his business." Sasha's fingers tapped on the keyboard: "10,000 touchdowns may not save a wrong investment." He's going to be upset. ”

"Neither can sonnets."

"It really can't, but it will save you your homework and your credits," Sasha said, "put down your heart and your guts, Beelzebub, you look like a coward now—lyric poetry is not terrible at all, it won't eat your ...... Well, look at this, John. Donne's hymn to the Holy Father (which he recites softly) – Who can forgive me for the sins of the past? I repent for them,

But I'm still guilty of it. Can you forgive me? You never forgave me, because I still have sin. I have deceived others into sinning, can you forgive me? Can you forgive me the sin that I have restrained for a year or two, and yet I have indulged in it for many years? You never forgave me, because I still have sin. I only have fear, and even if I vomit out the silk, I may still not be able to atone for my sins. If you can give it explicitly, promise me not to say that your son is guilty when I die. Then I have nothing to fear. Because you have truly forgiven me. ”

Beelzebub was dumbfounded: "It's ...... It seems like...... I mean, isn't it a bit ......," he stammered, "Our Lady testifies that even if tomorrow is the end of the world, I can't make it up and write a so-called poem." Do you have something simple? For example...... he searched his stomach and tried to read a sentence or two, but he could only remember for example, "He is like a fruit tree transplanted by the brook, which bears fruit according to the season, and the leaves do not wither." He did everything well! (Bible. Psalms). That's what he often hears and remembers when he hears the priest's sermons.

"Because it's John. Dorne," said Sasha, "and of the three phases is John. Dorne's original "sexuality" is the strongest, and his ambiguous "sexuality" and mysterious "sexuality" make it difficult for people to understand him better, and he wrote many love songs and satirical poems in his youth. He was married for ten years. Then, one morning, he woke up and abandoned his marriage to God, and at the same time, all his energy and enthusiasm for writing love poems shifted to religious poetry. In the seventeenth-century hymns and other forms of religious poetry in the Western Continent, religious piety is stronger than poetic "sex". So sometimes he doesn't pay so much attention to the rhyme of poetry. Comparatively, Ben. Jonson was a classicist, and his poems were uninhibited and conservatively formatted, while Pope's poetry was once criticized for being rigid — I don't think anyone would expect you to be their successor overnight, but I think it was just a job. You can still be the 'Son of Dorne' for a while, and you can generously show everyone the jagged rhythms and flawed rhythms, which Dorne sometimes does, even if he does it on purpose, and you are...... I mean, you can make it look less bad. ”

Beelzebub stared blankly at Sasha. He was already dazed.

"Well, I suppose Hopkins meant," Avery said cautiously, "you can make it up." ”

Beelzebub glanced at him. Then he turned to look at his friend with pale blonde hair.

A sudden wave of sadness spilled over from the bottom of the mind of the young Hopkins: "Yes, Beelzebub," he affirmed bitterly, "you can make it up." ”

But this was just a joke, and in the first few months Avery thought that Hopkins would help Beelzebub with his homework or cheat on his exams. But then he realized how wrong he was, and Hopkins was good. Beelzebub wasn't a fool either, he was only hesitant at first because his foundation in the previous years was too weak, but as soon as he grasped the opportunity and know-how to learn, like swimming, boxing, and "shooting", he quickly learned how to get a good grade and get the most useful things from the teacher - his math, physics, and chemistry were getting better under Hopkins' tutelage, and he was also good at foreign languages compared to his peers (he had a good brain). The only things that can make him sad are probably literature and music, especially those parts that require imagination and sensuality, he is not good at writing poetry, and he can't distinguish the hidden emotions in the notes.

Little Hopkins was a little surprised by this, because he had the impression that the right parietal lobe of a person capable of metamorphosis and devouring should be rich enough (it is responsible for maintaining and processing spatial appearance), until he remembered that amoeba protozoa (amoeba) are single-celled organisms.

Beelzebub had no idea of the slander that remained in his thoughts, and he stared at the computer screen, typed a word for a few minutes, and after more than two hours, he stumbled to write a so-called poem that tasted like chewing wax, which should have been cut by many discerning people who knew at a glance that belonged to a certain section of the Bible, but he did his best, and it was a religious poem.

Avery was also busy with his homework during this time, he was a 10th grader, and his homework was even heavier, and after completing a subject, he tilted his head and carefully looked at Hopkins, who was never entangled in homework and exams, and he rarely even used the computer to consult documents and materials over the Internet. His brain was like a large library of the world's sexuality, and as long as he sat there and put his hands on the keyboard, papers and exercises would appear on the white screen like a self-proliferating virus. He had finished his homework two hours ago, and was now poring through a large eight-page color "color" album, and from Avery's point of view, he could see the front and back covers, the cover was crimson "color", and the words "color" were written in black "color"Petru? Campole. Avery remembered the book, which his chosen art class had mentioned and asked them to read in detail—Petru, a painter and anatomist, had invented a method of measuring the angle of a person's face from a profile in a way called Chapter 131 The Boy Who Relished His Companions, which many people would be tempted to do.

Avery felt a little pitiful when they compared them, it wasn't that he hadn't received chocolates, but there were only small black squares inside, and there were no colored cards with names and phone numbers written on them, let alone small notes expressing love and requests for dates.

Avery is not ugly, and he has developed tight muscles and slender limbs since joining the football team, but unfortunately his face is always round and looks cute - girls rarely want to date "cute" boys.

Their eyes were more on Beelzebub. Bisangdi, Sasha. Hopkins and Boa. Douglas's body.

Boa. Douglas and a few students walked over with books and laptops.

The Grande library is a large area, and the left and right edges of the first floor are divided into a dozen or so small pieces by tea-colored sound-absorbing partitions and transparent glass, so that a group that is working on a project or a few students who are willing to work together to do homework can get together and freely discuss, analyze and think, without disturbing others or being disturbed by others.

Beelzebub. Sasha and Avery occupy one of them, and Boa. When Douglass saw them, he smiled coldly and arrogantly, and walked away with his supporters, Avery breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a little scared of this boy of his level.

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