My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 395 Ranking [Second Update]

[398] ranking

"Stranger, I also bless you

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I just want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. "

When the last stanza of the poem fell, the audience fell silent.

The breeze blows, the lingering sound is still there, and the fragrance of talent permeates the audience.

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the teenager on the stage without saying a word.

As soon as this poem came out, goose bumps fell all over the place.

Jiang Ziya froze halfway through hearing it!
Gongsun Rongruo, Situ Haowen and other high-status officials were also dumbfounded!

Not to mention them, if you look at the atmosphere of the whole scene, you can know that the people sitting below count as one, and all of them suddenly fell silent.

Even the host Wang Shuai was so shocked that he took the microphone and forgot to speak. The hostess Hu Jing was even worse. She stared wide-eyed and didn't even notice that the microphone fell out of her hand until it fell on the red carpet on the stage. There was a heavy muffled sound on the carpet before she came back to her senses.

Then, everyone was pulled back to their shells by the sound, as if they had just recovered from the beautiful artistic conception of "facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming".

Whoa!
Sparse applause sounded from the bottom of the stage.

Of course, Jiang Zhoushu, Xiao Chuqing and others took the lead in applauding, and they were the first to applaud:
"What a poem!"

"What a beautiful mood!"

"Full of petty bourgeois sentiment!"

"I don't know why, but after hearing this poem, I feel that this is my ideal life."

The Eight Sage Kings were the first to stand up and commented:

"This is a lyrical modern poem. From the poem, I heard Ye Xuan's longing for a simple, simple and free life realm, and his spirit of exploring the "eternal" and unknown world. But at the same time, Ye Xuan has a broad mind, Send blessings to every stranger through this poem, including those who have hurt him and doubted him! This kind of mind is too broad!"

"Combining direct expression with hints and symbolic techniques makes the whole poem both clear and deep, clear and implicit, free and dignified and rich, expressing the poet's desire for happiness and a simple life."

At the same time, numerous messages on the Internet have been swiping the screen.

"My God! Just through this poem, I have already felt Ye Xuan's deep heart!"

"Yeah, I felt his innocence, simplicity and dedication to happiness, and I decided not to doubt him anymore."

"I was wrong, Ye Dacai, I must apologize to you."

"Lonely Shangyin and Ye Xuan compared each other, and the judgment was judged. Lonely Shangyin's words were confrontational and aggressive, but Ye Xuan's modern poems were implicit, simple, graceful and open-minded. After listening to it, I felt that the world is beautiful. It's a kind of baptism for the spirit."

"Genius Ye Xuan, you have violated the unforgivable sin of blind girls and domineering shows in the Dihua Zhixiu Law. My Duxiu Armor announces that I will deprive you of all the rights to show, and seal Tianxiu. Shut up and show off, Duxiu Sword, Duxiu God of War Slash, Duxiu Sealing Demon Palm, Duxiu Swordsmanship, Duxiu Light Exploding Eggs."

"Jealousy tore me apart..."

"Jealousy made me misplaced and subtracted..."

"Jealousy made me mutagenize..."

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With the rapid development of China's economy, people's living conditions have improved, and their spiritual pursuits have become higher and higher. If this kind of poem is placed in a poor and turbulent era, it will definitely be called a middle school boy.

However, in this era, like a gust of breeze, it blows into the hearts of everyone, bringing a deep touch, even lighting up a ray of light in the gloomy life, allowing dreams to shine into reality, and it is very easy to arouse young men and women. resonance.

At this moment, the Golden Temple,

Tian Haigan closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, savoring carefully, he was only in his early forties, and he was in his prime, so of course he could appreciate the beautiful intentions in the poem.

After a while, he opened his eyes and laughed: "This modern poem is really well written. It actually makes me feel like abandoning the country and retiring to the world of mortals."

The assistant next to him trembled and sighed, "Your Majesty, absolutely not, the empire cannot live without you!"

Tian Haiqian smiled again, pushed his glasses and said, "I'm just joking, if one day I retire, I really want to live this life of "facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming"."

As he said that, Tian Haiqian stared at the scrolling messages boasting about Ye Xuan on the computer screen, and murmured:
"This Ye Xuan must be reused!"

The assistant memorized Tian Haiqian's words, and quietly stepped aside.

……

Taixue Hall!
After hearing Ye Xuan's creation, the twelve great scholars were silent.

"What do you think?" Su Xiaolan asked.

Wang Juemin said: "It's not very good."

Lin Shenxiu nodded: "Compared to "Spring Snow in Qinyuan", "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", and "Song of Righteousness", it is far inferior."

Zhou Sitong agreed: "It's full of petty bourgeois sentiments, without some family and country feelings, and the artistic conception is much worse."

"I think so too." Su Xiaolan nodded, agreeing with the words of her colleagues.

It is hard for them to believe that this modern poem full of petty bourgeois sentiment is the same person who wrote "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" and "Song of Righteousness"!

However, when they saw the praise of this work on the Internet.

They suddenly realized that this is the generation gap!

Thinking about it carefully, Ye Xuan is still a young man, so it is not surprising that he can write such a work full of modern Internet style!

After thinking this through, Su Xiaolan waved her hand: "It's okay, this is just the beginning, what's the hurry. Let's continue listening..."

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On stage,
The host finally reacted.

"Now that all the contestants' works have been recited, let's start counting the scores."

Two 10 minutes...

Time flies, and everyone's total score has been calculated.

"Okay, now the ranking is out."

Wang Shuai announced: "A total of eleven talents have scored more than [-] points."

"No. 11, the modern poem "Tonight, I have a date with my bed" by Mr. Park Chang from the North Korean Literature Society, 63 points." The hostess Hu Jing said.

Hearing this, the people of North Korea cheered, smiled and congratulated and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Park Chang can stand out from hundreds of talents, it really gives North Korea a good reputation!"

Pu Chang pushed his glasses and said, "Small, I've only used half of my talent."

Hu Jing continued: "No.10, "Untitled" by talented scholar Song Qiji, 65 points."

Pu Chang glanced at Song Qiji, slightly displeased, and whispered coldly:
"See, Huaguo is really full of talents, even a young man is on the same level as me. If this plan succeeds, we will all be national heroes when we go back."

Song Qiji shook his hand modestly, "I'm actually not very satisfied with this poem. It doesn't express my style and artistic conception. I'm already very satisfied with more than 60 points."

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(End of this chapter)