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Chapter 190 "Seven-step Poem" (two more)

Xia Xing's magnetic voice slowly sounded in the hall: ""Farewell to Cambridge"."

I left gently,

as I came gently;
I waved softly,

Farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows on the river bank,

the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,

rippling in my mind.

……

But I can't play songs,

Quietly is the flute of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!

……

I left quietly,

As I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
Do not take away a cloud.

This poem was written by Xu Zhimo, a famous prose poet in his previous life, on his way back from his third trip to Europe. It is a very influential prose poem in his previous life.

quietly i leave, just as quietly i came; waving my sleeves, i won't take a single cloud.

Many people took a deep breath after listening to Xia Xing's recitation, and were completely brought into the artistic conception of the poem.

What a romantic, free and easy poem!

With the end of Xia Xing's romantic prose poem, the venue was once again quiet.

Many people looked at Xia Xing in surprise, because they were all shocked by Xia Xing's talent.

The lyrics just now shocked them, and this modern prose poem is also free and easy.

Zhu Huawen was completely stupid this time. Compared with Xia Xing's "Farewell to Cambridge", what kind of crap did he write? It was simply unreadable.

On the Internet, Xia Xing's poem has exploded.

"Xia Shen is amazing, this poem is simply too handsome."

"Who dares to say that our Xia God can't write poems, and the poems he writes frighten you to death."

"Haha, Bricks, you're picking something wrong."

At the scene, Zhang Mo listened to Xia Xing's poem and opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to utter a single word.

Could this guy be the reincarnation of the poet saint?

You must know that those who are generally good at ancient poetry in the literary world are not necessarily good at modern poetry, and the difference between the two is very big.

But Xia Xing is actually good at both.

He could no longer use words to describe the young man in front of him, he could only describe it as a genius.

Xia Xing smiled lightly and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhang is very accomplished in prose poetry. You see, I don't have much literary accomplishment, and my cultural level is low. Please give me some pointers."

Zhang Mo's face flushed immediately. On the Internet, he once criticized Xia Xing for his lack of literary literacy and low level. Xia Xing was obviously taking revenge.

What the hell, your poems are so artistic, you still want me to give pointers?
"Mr. Xia, I am convinced. The poems you wrote are not as good as Zhang Mo's. Your literary literacy is already very high, and I am not worthy of pointing you out."

Compared to Zhu Huawen, Zhang Mo is much more free and easy.

At this time, bursts of warm applause came from the auditorium.

These two poems by Xia Xing are really great, it can be said that they conquered everyone present.

Two of the three questions have been completed, and there is the last one.

But no one dared to give Xia Xing the last question.

After all, for the first two questions, Xia Xing's poems were very wonderful.

The most frustrating thing is that this guy originally wrote classics and always pretended to be a noob, chasing the question maker to correct his mistakes.

What the hell, he is clearly the king, what kind of scrap iron are you pretending to be!

Seeing that no one dared to ask questions, the scene suddenly became awkward.

Xia Xing said to Zhu Huawen and the others: "The three of you still have a question, one of you can give me one."

"Old Zhu, please give me a title for my debut, the junior still wants your advice."

Zhu Huawen had the urge to vomit blood.

Fuck, give me advice?I fucking lost my face at grandma's house today.

"Mr. Zhang, why don't you give me another one?" Xia Xing continued smiling.

"No, no, I'm not qualified to give you a question."

Xia Xing's eyes fell on Yu Lei.

"Teacher Yu, why don't you come up with something for me? At the beginning, you seemed to be moaning about what I wrote."

Yu Lei knew what Xia Xing meant as soon as he heard it. It seemed that he didn't intend to let anyone who criticized Xia Xing on the Internet go.

"I, I didn't mean that. The artistic conception of what you wrote is very good, especially the lyrics are really good. I did say something I shouldn't have said at the beginning, so I apologize to you."

He had already given in, so it would be meaningless for Xia Xing to pursue it any further.

At this time, Mo Yu, the vice chairman of the Writers Association, smiled and said: "Haha, Xia Xing, I really like what you wrote, why don't I ask you a question, but you are not allowed to let me pick your mistakes, I can declare in advance, I will choose not come out."

Hearing Mo Yu's words, everyone laughed.

Xia Xing still respects Mo Yu very much. He is a senior who has won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Xia Xingkuang is mad at those who want to step on him. He still respects those who are truly worthy of respect.

"Teacher Mo, please come up with a question." Xia Xing said with a smile.

Mo Yu thought for a while and said, "Well, you can write a poem about your current state of mind, ancient poems and modern poems are fine."

Xia Xing smiled slightly after hearing this, and then said: "Well, let me recite a "Seven Step Poem"."

Seven steps?
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Xia Xing explained: "The seven-step poem means that I walk seven steps, and within these seven steps, I make a poem."

After hearing Xia Xing's words, everyone present was stunned.

To write a poem in seven steps is so fucking awesome.

Mo Yu nodded: "Okay, it's really scary for young people, then let us all experience this "Seven Step Poem".

The venue was silent again, the lights dimmed, and a beam of light hit Xia Xing again.

At this moment, even if there is no light, Xia Xing's body is still full of aura.

Under everyone's attention, Xia Xing finally took the first step and began to chant poems.

"Boil the beans and burn the Osmunda!"

Then Xia Xing took the second and third steps, and read the second sentence again.

"The beans are weeping in the cauldron!"

During the fourth and fifth steps, Xia Xing recited a third sentence.

"Born from the same root!"

After hearing the first three lines of the poem, everyone understood the meaning contained in the poem.

Before Xia Xing came to participate in the award presentation, many so-called experts criticized Internet literature.

However, Internet literature and traditional literature are one family!

Everyone was overwhelmed by Xia Xing's ironic poem.

When Xia Xing reached the sixth step, he suddenly stopped.

Everyone froze for a moment, only to see that Xia Xing opened his mouth but didn't read any lines.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Huawen was immediately happy, haha, let's pretend, the last sentence got stuck.

Many people also have the same feeling as Zhu Huawen.

Some people were worried for Xia Xing, but more people were gloating.

"Haha, you can accept as much as you see, it will drive you crazy, this time it will fall!"

Xia Xing stopped in his tracks and suddenly said, "Host, how many steps have I taken?"

Suddenly, everyone felt confused.

What the hell, you didn't get stuck when you stopped there, but you kept wondering how many steps you took.

Your math is taught by your Chinese teacher!
"The hatred value from Yang Weiwei is +99!"

"The hatred value from Zhu Huawen is +111!"

"The hatred value from Lei is +119!"

"From..."

Yang Weiwei was speechless immediately. Xia Xing stopped just now, and she was still worried for Xia Xing, thinking that Xia Xing would not be able to say the last sentence.

After working for a long time, he forgot to take a few steps.

"You have walked six steps." Yang Weiwei reminded.

"Oh!" Xia Xing finally landed on the seventh step, and said the seventh line of the poem at the same time.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

As soon as the last line of the poem was uttered, everyone was shocked again. This poem is amazing!

(End of this chapter)