At this moment, everyone on the scene looked at Ye Luo in amazement.

In the huge auditorium, it would be terrifyingly quiet.

Who is Ye Luo?

It was the pinnacle of Chinese classical literature!

In today's literary world, the name Ye Luo is almost synonymous with classical literature!

Who would have thought that he would come up with a modern poem?

Yes?

Moreover, the most shocking thing is that Ye Luo's modern poem is completely against Shiratori's "Dream"!

If you write about your dreams, I will write about your ideals!

Do you start with a thimble?

Then I'll use a thimble at the beginning!

Don't you want to study the rhetorical device of the thimble?

Okay!

Research!

I use more thimbles in this poem than I do!

Whether from the theme or rhetoric, Ye Luo's "Ideal" is simply customized for Shiratori Fangxiong!

Fit!

There is no deviation at all!

"The ideal flower, the peach and plum should bear sweet fruit;"

"Ideal budding, elm poplar will have a thick yin."

"Please take the ideal horse and whip it off,"

"It's just spring on the road, and the sun is shining in the sky."

Speaking of which, the whole poem ends.

From the initial astonishment, to the later fascination, everyone looked at the leaves sitting there with their eyebrows lowered in disbelief.

Knowing that Ye Luo's voice stopped, everyone came back to their senses, and some applauded as if they were in a different world.

At the scene, the applause was warm.

In this burst of applause, everyone finally woke up.

That's right!

This is really Mr. Ye Luo!

"God!"

"I really never dreamed that Mr. Ye could write modern poetry! It's so well written! ”

"Ideal? How do I hear this poem? ”

"It's just spring on the road, and the sun is shining in the sky. This ending is so well written, it's just eight streets away from Shiratori's "Dream"! ”

"Is it just that this end throws him eight streets? Where doesn't this poem throw him eight streets? From the beginning, to the end, to what kind of thimble rhetoric he said, it is simply unimpeccable! Totally you crush! ”

"I really didn't expect that Teacher Ye Luo would have such a hand!"

"Well, it's shocking. However, I am an old fan of Mr. Ye, if you want to understand his history, you will know that this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. At that time, when he was in the chess and card world, he also straddled the two fields of chess and Go. ”

"Oh, I've seen this online. Don't say anything else, Mr. Ye is awesome! ”

Although the audience was stunned for a long time, they just watched the excitement and eased up quickly.

Ye Luo can write modern poetry, which is a good thing for them.

But for those delegates on the stage, it was tantamount to a bolt from the blue!

Ye Luo's hand directly shocked all the people on both sides of China and Japan!

Representative of Japan!

Chinese representatives!

New Literature Association!

Ancient Literature Association!

One counts as one, and sitting on the rostrum at this time, no one can accept this fact!

Can Ye Luo write modern poetry?

Why is it so well written?

Are you mistaken?

Shiratori Fang Xiong sat down on the chair in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

Ye Luo's song "Ideal" directly shattered his self-confidence.

Hao Zhijun also swallowed his saliva, and his brain had become a mess at this time.

On the podium, there was silence for three minutes.

Until, Dean Sun Deyou of the Academy of Liberal Arts coughed lightly, "Go on?" ”

That's what brought everyone back to their senses.

"I think let's discuss Mr. Ye's "Ideal".

Hao Zhijun packed up his mood, even if there was more shock at this time, it would have to be suppressed.

On the other side, the Japanese delegation was silent for a while.

They wanted to say no, but in the face of this poem, no one had the confidence to stand up.

Seeing this, Hao Zhijun motioned to the technicians at the scene to put the original text of Ye Luo's "Ideal" on the big screen.

There was a recorder at the scene, and soon the original text appeared on the big screen.

The poets of the New Literature Association suppressed the thousands of thoughts in their hearts and began to analyze and discuss them for everyone.

No matter what you say, in the first game of the opening game, they took the lead in Huaxia. It's just that Hao Zhijun and they are not very happy. On the contrary, the heart is more depressed.

A great opportunity, it was preempted by Ye Luo!

I'll be on it, too!

More than ten minutes later, the poem was almost finished.

Hao Zhijun said: "Well, I will come here first when I watch this song "Ideal", if there is anything that has not been explained clearly, I can discuss it with Mr. Ye later." Next, let's enjoy Mr. Wang Wei's "Star Dream". ”

After Hao Zhijun finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his forties stood up, this teacher Wang Wei is also a very representative poet in the Chinese literary circle. In particular, he is a rare poet of the hazy school in today's literary world, and he is very skilled in the use of lyrical imagery.

"You under the stars are like my dreams under the stars......"

A typical hazy love poem, without too straightforward lyricism, relying solely on the starry sky, my dreams, and you in my heart...... Such a stacking of artistic conceptions is enough to make people imagine a slightly sad love.

Compare you under the stars to my dream. The hazy imagery is naturally reminiscent of a hazy love.

This is the characteristic of the Hazy School.

Wang Wei's poem, whether placed in the hazy school or in the theme of love poetry, belongs to the first-class contemporary work.

However, the Japanese people on the other side were not panicked, and saw Rie Arita say slowly: "Mr. Wang's poem is very good, but I feel that writing such a hazy love poem still needs a woman to have more taste." ”

As she spoke, she softly read out her song "Night Rain", "The drizzle in the dark night, with sorrow......"

It can be seen that Japan's preparation is also very sufficient, and Rie Arida's poem, from the perspective of the hazy poetry school, is definitely not inferior to Wang Wei's "Star Dream". The same theme of love, the same stacking of imagery...... The two are almost indistinguishable, and even like Rie Arida said, the love she writes about is indeed more delicate than what Wang Wei writes.

Originally, the spokesperson for this scene in Japan was Shiratori Fangxiong, but this guy has been autistic by Ye Luogan, and he will still be sitting there in a daze. There is no way, at this time, it can only be Yusuke Hoshino, who is next to Rie Arita, speaks, and he said: "Although Mr. Wang's "Star Dream" is good, but in comparison, Mr. Arida's "Rainy Night" is more delicate, like the ...... mentioned in the poem."

Hoshino briefly analyzed the points of Arida's poem, and at the same time pointed out some shortcomings on Wang Wei's side.

However, Wang Wei smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about what Hoshino said.

His expression made the Japanese delegates frown, and they were a little shocked in their hearts.

Could it be that he still has a backhand?

They really guessed right!

Wang Wei's poem does have a "back hand"!

The poem he wrote actually has two meanings. On the surface, it is a hazy love poem, but if you analyze it deeply, you will find that the meaning expressed is completely different. In fact, there is also a symbolist lyrical approach in this poem. He metaphorized "you under the stars" as "a beautiful future", "a dream under the stars", and "I dreamed of you", which are actually all yearning and longing for a better future.

Wang Wei grinned and responded with a hazy love poem?

Only write about love?

Then you're in for a treat!

You're going to lose this game!

At this time, Rie Arita also realized that her face changed, and she secretly said that she was careless.

But just as Wang Wei was about to speak, ready to kill Rie Arita directly, the slightly drunk voice sounded again, "The poems written by Mr. Wang are not good?" Then you might as well take a look at mine. ”

Wang Wei froze directly in place, and the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly froze.

Leaves fall!

It's leaf fall again!

Hao Zhijun hurriedly stopped, "Teacher Ye, don't ......"

However, Rie Arita on the opposite side seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and directly interrupted Hao Zhijun, "Teacher Ye also has this kind of hazy poetry of love?" Let's hear it. ”

Hoshino Yusuke also took the opportunity to say: "Indeed, Mr. Wang's poem is almost meaningful, Mr. Ye might as well talk about your masterpieces, and we will learn and learn." ”

"Okay, then you can study hard."

Ye Luo was not polite at all.

He sat behind Wang Wei, couldn't see Wang Wei's expression, and saw that Wang Wei had been standing there without speaking, and thought that Wang Wei had been said to be blinded. This time, Ye Luo was half drunk and half awake, and he didn't think about it that much at all.

And he heard that the poems written by the people on the other side were not good.

You Japanese want to win?

That's impossible!

As long as I have Ye Luo, you don't want to win a game!

But in fact, Wang Wei was indeed stunned, but he was not confused by the Japanese, but by Ye Luo!

Really, Wang Wei was whistling by 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart at this time.

I'm fucking ready to start pretending!

As a result, where did you come from?

The poems I write can't work?

I can't do it, uncle!

He just wanted to speak, to snatch back his chance. However, the leaves behind him fell faster than him, and he had already spoken.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone"

"Wandering in the long, long"

"Lonely Rainy Alley,"

"I hope to meet"

"Like a lilac"

"A girl with a grudge."

Ye Luo was already a little weak, and there was a little drunkenness in his voice. At this time, when he recited the song "Rain Alley", it was particularly hazy and long.

Wang Wei's words were stuck in his throat, and he could only sit down angrily.

Hao Zhijun, the people of the New Literature Association, could only shake their heads helplessly, since Ye Luo had already started, how could they have any reason to interrupt?

"It's okay, listen to his beginning, it's a love poem. After he finishes talking for a while, you still have to play. Hao Zhijun whispered comfort.

Wang Wei nodded sullenly.

"She's There"

"Lilac-like color,"

"Lilac-like fragrance,"

"Lilac-like sorrow,"

"Wailing in the rain,"

"Complaining and hesitating;"

"She's wandering in this lonely rainy alley,"

……

"In the lament of the rain,"

"Faded her color,"

"Diffuse her fragrance"

"Dissipated, even hers"

"Breath-like eyes,"

"Lilac-like melancholy."

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone"

"Wandering in the long, long"

"Lonely Rainy Alley,"

"I want to float by"

"Like a lilac"

"A girl with a grudge."

At the end of a poem, the meaning is long and evocative.

Rie Arita looked at Ye Luo with complicated eyes, she really didn't expect that Ye Luo would write love poems so well?

This poem, in terms of love alone, is indeed a cut above "Star Dream" and "Rainy Night".

That hazy artistic conception has almost reached the extreme.

However, Rie Arita secretly breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

If you also write about love, that's easy to say.

Since he is destined to be hit by Wang Wei's deep intention to reduce dimensionality, why not do it now that he can pull on the back of Ye Luo's back?

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