On the huge stage, He Xuan stood in the center.

The other two poets on the stage looked disdainful, and they didn't think He Xuan could read any poems.

As for the people in the audience, they were angry and angry by He Xuan!

If it weren't for the violin performance and Zhong Lao's aftermath before, I'm afraid someone would have already come up to drive He Xuan out.

"He Xuan! He Xuan, what do you want to do?"

Hearing that the poem He Xuan was about to read was not the "Rootless Water" he gave him, Qin Kelan was already completely desperate.

She admitted that bringing He Xuan to the Poetry Association today is a complete tragedy.

However, in the next second, He Xuan's poems "flew" in the entire auditorium.

He Xuan looked at the people in front of him, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and began to read in a deep voice:

"If I love you—

Never like a climbing flower,

Show off yourself by your high branches. ”

Ooh!

As soon as these three poems were read, Hu Boyan's face on the stage instantly turned green.

Isn't the "Ling Xiao" he wrote just now a metaphor for great love through the spirit of "Ling Xiao Flower"?

However, He Xuan's opening directly described this kind of climbing of "Ling Xiaohua" as a despicable act of "borrowing high branches to show off himself".

Slap in the face!

Chi Guoguo's slap in the face!

At present, these three sentences are not necessarily very brilliant.

The sentence is plain, and it is simply narrating.

But......

If you look at it in response to Hu Boyan's poem "Ling Xiao" before, these three sentences are a slap, or the kind that hits very loudly.

"How can it be!"

Hu Boyan was so angry that his mouth was about to crooked, and the most aggrieved and unbearable thing for those who danced and wrote ink was to be teased and slapped in the face by others in words.

"Hehe, Brother Boyan, your strength is a little too small. His three sentences are just taking the opportunity to sarcastically mock you, and he is just quick to speak. Why do you care so much?"

Liu Heng, another poet on the side, persuaded a little gloatingly.

He and Hu Boyan have always been friends and competitors, and they are naturally happy to see Hu Boyan slapped in the face by He Xuan's poems.

However, after a slight pause for a few seconds, He Xuan's last three lines of poetry came out again.

"If I love you—

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade of greenery. ”

Burst!

This time, it was Liu Heng's turn to be so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Just like just now, He Xuan slapped Liu Heng's song "Flying Birds" in the face again.

"It's too much! Even if he can't write poetry, there's no need to use such vernacular to satirize us, right?"

Liu Heng, who had persuaded Hu Boyan to be atmospheric just now, couldn't help it this time.

And the poets who were sulking in the audience, when they heard He Xuan's two poems, they couldn't help but light up one by one.

"This Mr. He's poem has ...... It's kind of interesting!"

Chairman Yuan Bofu took a closer look and nodded silently.

"It's ...... Did He Xuan write poems on the spot......? Sure enough, it's still so skinny, even the poems of the two great poets, Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, dare to be ironic?"

Qin Kelan, who was originally angry and disappointed, didn't know why, but was happy, because this was simply too in line with He Xuan's personality in school.

If you are unhappy, you will immediately go back.

If you dare to say me, I will scold you.

It doesn't matter what kind of king you are.

It's just that Qin Kelan really didn't expect that He Xuan would become so elegant when he scolded people, and he actually started to write poetry.

Although this poem he composed seems to be somewhat ...... It's too vernacular.

However, immediately after, He Xuan did not pause, and recited the poem "To the Oak Tree" in one breath.

......

"No,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

As the image of the tree stands with you. ”

......

When this paragraph came out, everyone present couldn't help but suddenly lift their spirits.

Everyone is a person who understands poetry!

As soon as they heard this, everyone completely understood what the title of the poem "To the Oak Tree" meant.

It turned out that this was a poem about "kapok" expressing love to "oak tree"!

And the "Lingxiao Flower", "Flying Bird", or even "Daylight" and "Spring Rain" that He Xuan read earlier, all became "kapok" foils.

From this moment on, accompanied by He Xuan's sonorous and progressive voice, the "warm, sincere and steadfast" love of "Kapok" for "Oak Tree" hit like a storm.

......

"Every gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understands our words. ”

......

The poems that burst out of He Xuan's mouth made a vivid picture appear in the minds of everyone present.

On the vast land, a kapok tree and an oak tree, they are relatively silent, but they have silently accompanied each other for ten or a hundred years......

"We share the cold wave,

Wind and Thunder,

Thunderclap;

We share the haze,

Liulan,

Hauni.

As if forever separated,

But they are dependent on each other for life. ”

......

Such confessions, such verses.

It doesn't need flowery rhetoric, it doesn't need clever rhyme and catchiness, it is most important to have a "love", this is a poem written with real true love and true love.

From just a poem, or a few lines of poetry, you can't experience this kind of overwhelming love.

But when you close your eyes, put yourself in it, and let the poems flow from the tip of your heart, you can't help but yearn for it, which is so strong that you can feel a slightly sweet taste at the corner of your mouth, and make people really want to send out a heartfelt emotion and recognition, ah!

......

"This is the great love,

Steadfastness is here:

Love–

Not only love your majestic body,

Also love the position you stick to,

The ground beneath your feet. ”

The whole auditorium was very quiet, only the sound of He Xuan reading poetry, like a special "poetry recitation" specially prepared for him.

Outside the stage are almost all the elites of the poetry circle in Shenghai City, and they were full of "anger" towards He Xuan a second ago, but at this moment, they all fell into the scene of "wonderful love" woven by He Xuan.

Immerse yourself in it......

But it came to an abrupt end.

When He Xuan's last word "land" ended with a long and emotional tone, the whole auditorium had a very empty and quiet feeling.

Immediately afterward, the entire space fell into absolute silence for a few seconds, and I don't know who took the lead, and a burst of applause sounded even more enthusiastically than after the performance just now.

Bang Bang ......

These are poets, and for music, they will listen to it, but they will not appreciate it.

But for poetry, they really understand and love poetry, and they are the kind of poets who can't help but burst into tears when they hear poetry full of feelings!

[PS: Readers are very obedient!...... hand over the recommendation ticket]