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Chapter 551 Lin Xuan's Poetry (Third Update, please subscribe)
When Lin Xuan closed his eyes to rest just now.

In Huaxia, whether it was ordinary netizens or writers such as Lu Cheng and Shen Qing, they all held their breath and felt apprehensive.They didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Lin Xuan's gourd.

Although many people had great confidence in Lin Xuan, they still inevitably felt a sense of urgency when they saw those European and American writers and literati starting to write.Especially this time the literary exchange, although it is just a private game.However, many people know that the meaning behind it may be quite far-reaching, and it may even become a fierce collision between Eastern and Western cultures.

Therefore, in the hearts of many Chinese people.

In this exchange, Lin Xuan must not lose.Even if you lose, don't lose too badly.

Seeing Lin Xuan start writing at this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Xuan finally started."

"I thought Lin Xuan was asleep."

"My brother Xuan, don't scare me like this. This is about the collision of Eastern and Western cultures, can you use dim sum?"

"Written, already writing."

"What did he write?"

"I can't see clearly, it's too far away."

"Damn big cat, that live broadcast employee, can't you step forward?"

"..."

on site.

Ye Tingyu looked at Lin Xuan, who was flying around on the paper, with deep shock in his eyes.

She seemed to have seen something unbelievable, the girl covered her mouth to keep herself from exclaiming.

Seeing the shock of the old lady, Ye Youlei leaned over curiously.But in the next second, he retracted his head helplessly. Lin Xuan wrote in English, and he couldn't understand a single word!

special!
So aggrieved!
"Ahh! Hurry up and unify the world, all other languages ​​are heresies, and they will all be wiped out!"

Ye Youlei roared in his heart.

Lin Xuan's handwriting has always been beautiful, even in English.

Soon, lines of elegant English appeared on the white paper.The speed of his writing hardly stagnates for a moment, and even gets faster and faster.

see this scene

Everyone's hearts were trembling. Lin Xuan's speed was really too fast, it was too fast.Everyone's expressions gradually became dull, even if you copy the poems according to the poems, you are not so fast!
Others would stop writing to think carefully every time they wrote a sentence, and even kept crossing out and writing again, carefully considering every word, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

But Lin Xuan was fine, he did it all in one go!
Two minutes.

Yes, up to two minutes.

From the fifth minute, Lin Xuan started to write, and by the seventh minute, Lin Xuan had stopped writing, then picked up the poem he had written, stood up and walked towards Jerome.

The scene suddenly became noisy.

"Lin Xuan finished writing?"

"seriously?"

"He's not fooling people, is he?"

"How long is this, two minutes at most!"

"Wrote a poem in two minutes? I don't believe it!"

"To be mysterious, maybe he just wrote it indiscriminately."

"..."

Lin Xuan ignored the surrounding discussions, and handed the folded poem to Jerome: "Mr. Jerome, my poem has been written. Please take it first."

"it is good."

Jerome took a deep look at Lin Xuan, and didn't open his poems immediately, but temporarily put them away.Whether Lin Xuan's poems are good or bad, this is not the time to watch them.

Lin Xuan's such a fast speed immediately brought huge eyes to Aubrey, Aiwen and others who were still frowning and thinking hard. Everyone's faces showed anxiety, and they speeded up one by one.

soon.

Then a second person finished writing and handed in the poem.

Then came the third...the fourth...

At this moment, everyone became anxious, and started to write quickly one by one. Even if there is no good inspiration, they can't take care of so much. Let's finish writing first!
Especially Aubrey, after writing several verses, when he hesitated for a while and was about to cross out and rewrite, he saw people around him withdrawing their pens, and he was in a panic. He finished the poem in a hurry and handed it in. go up.He took a few deep breaths, and an expression of apprehension appeared in his heart for the first time. He never expected that such a small literary exchange scene would actually make him feel the urgency of the exam when he was a child.

"What the hell, Lin Xuan finished writing in such a short time, he definitely didn't write well, he must have deliberately disturbed our mentality."

Aubrey thought fiercely in his heart.

Not only him, but others are also holding their breath.

Because Lin Xuan ended too quickly just now, their thoughts were completely confused, otherwise they would definitely have performed at a better level.Now they can only expect the same from others.

"Okay! Twenty-five people have all given their works to me."

Jerome raised a thick stack of papers in his hand, and said with a smile, "Now, let's take a look at your performance from night to morning according to the chronological order we just completed."

The scene has completely quieted down.

All eyes were on Jerome's hands, wanting to see these works for the first time.

Jerome opened the topmost paper and said, "The first poem is Harlan's work. The title is "Life Is Like Dust". Let us appreciate this poem together."

As he spoke, he spread out the paper.

Impressively, an English poem leaped before everyone's eyes:

"Life has no roots

Drifting like duckweed
life blows with the wind
In the end, it can only return to dust..."

Next to him, Connard showed an approving expression, and commented: "The previous writing is really good. In just a few lines of poems, the true meaning of life is written out, which makes people sigh. It's just that the final artistic conception is a little lacking. Moreover, the words used are much rougher than before, which makes the whole poem lower in height, which is a pity. In my opinion, it can only be regarded as barely qualified..."

A blond young man blushed when he heard Connard's comments: "I'm sorry, I didn't control the full text just now because I was in a hurry to write at the end."

This young man, named Harlan, is a cutting-edge modernist poet in France. Originally, writing poetry was his strong point, but he didn't expect that today's hasty and lack of preparation made him mess up, and he didn't perform at his due level at all.

see this scene.

Many guests and audience whispered.

"It's actually not easy to write a poem in ten minutes."

"That's true. Mr. Connard is asking too much."

"Harlan still has a certain level of poetry, but the short time limits his performance."

"I guess other people will not play very well in the future."

"Huh? I suddenly thought of a possibility: Do you think Lin Xuan did this on purpose? He didn't know much about Western literature, but he was too embarrassed to refuse Aubrey's invitation. So I came up with a way to let everyone The idea of ​​writing poetry impromptu. Because no one can perform well in this way. In this way, even if he writes poor poetry, no one will criticize him. After all, everyone is bad..."

As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked.

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

"Fuck, Lin Xuan is too scheming."

"No wonder he resorted to aggressive methods to get Jerome to agree to impromptu questions."

"Good scheming, good strategy."

"..."

The more everyone discussed, the more certain this statement was.

No wonder Lin Xuan finished writing the poem so quickly, it turned out that he didn't care at all!In other words, it is useless to improvise a poem in such a short period of time. It is better to finish it in a chic way and put pressure on others.

really.

Everyone's guess was right.

Next, a personal poem was opened and read again by Jerome.

There are more than [-] poems, almost none of which catch their eyes. Only one or two poets with profound attainments in poetry have written a few lines that are not bad, but the whole poem is still unsatisfactory.

Same goes for Aubrey.

Soon it was his turn.

After Jerome opened it, he began to speak: "This poem written by Aubrey is "To Life". Let's take a look at his poems?"

As a French romantic poet, Aubrey has a very high reputation in the country, and he can even be regarded as the person with the highest poetic achievement among the twenty people.So his poems also attracted the attention of the audience.

Soon, Aubrey's poems appeared in front of everyone.

"I want to grab the throat of fate
make life no longer gray

I want to chase the shuttle sun
Let time no longer slip away quietly..."

There are more than [-] lines of poems eloquently, and it is very passionate to read.

Jerome had light in his eyes for the first time, and he applauded: "Good! Well written! Aubrey, I'm so proud of you! You actually wrote this in less than ten minutes. Such a piece of high-quality poetry is really great. This poem is excellent in terms of conception and words. Of course, there are some scribbles at the end, but the flaws are not concealed. It is a good poem that can score 70 points."

70 points!
Doesn't sound like much.

But Aubrey still showed strong surprise in his eyes, who is Jerome?A great writer in today's literary world!He was able to score 70 points for this poem, which is definitely the greatest encouragement for Aubrey.

In an instant, Aubrey, who was still nervous just now, swept away the haze in his heart, and felt extremely comfortable.He excitedly said: "Thank you, Mr. Jerome, for your comment. I feel that there is still a lot of room for revision in this poem. I will go back and revise it carefully, and then I will show it to you."

After finishing speaking, Aubrey looked at Lin Xuan who had been waiting with a smile on his side, with arrogance and provocation in his eyes: Lin Xuan, ah Lin Xuan, he's still pretending to be a coward after all.

And the effect is even better than he expected, after all, this is improvisation, improvisation.

When this news is heard by the whole network, his Aubrey's reputation will definitely usher in another huge rise.

Thank you Lin Xuan for giving him a divine assist!

Sure enough, after hearing Jerome's evaluation.

There was quite a commotion among the princes and nobles at the scene and the media.

"Aubrey is amazing!"

"My God, improvising such a great poem?"

"Although I don't feel any good, Jerome's words must be true."

"No wonder Aubrey dared to provoke Lin Xuan, he is really capable."

"Lin Xuan is probably going to be tortured into scum by him."

"That's right, Lin Xuan is finished, his poems must have been written indiscriminately."

"..."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Next.

Except for Lin Xuan, Jerome has finished commenting on everyone's poems.Apart from Aubrey, no other person's poetry could catch his eyes.But Jerome thought it was normal. After all, in just a few minutes, except for some geniuses, I am afraid that even great writers would find it difficult to write good poems.

In his hand, only Lin Xuan's poems are left...

Swish!
All eyes gathered.

Even Aubrey was staring at the paper in Jerome's hand at this moment, wondering what kind of poem Lin Xuan had written.

In just two minutes, a poem was written.

Is it random gestures?Or really talented?

Jerome smiled slightly, and under the scorching eyes of everyone, he opened the paper and looked up.Before that, every time Jerome glanced at it, he would publish the paper in front of everyone.

However this time.

After looking at it for a few times, the great writer suddenly froze, his expression became serious, and he kept looking at it like this.

Standing next to him, Connard and Douglas, two writers who were only slightly less famous than Jerome, were surprised, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the paper in Jerome's hand.

After only a few seconds, Konrad subconsciously pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, his face full of surprise.

As for Douglas, his breathing became short of breath unknowingly, and his head got closer and closer to the paper.

on site.

It was so eerily silent.

Everyone dared not speak or move, and stared blankly at the abnormal behavior of the three literary figures.

One minute.

Two minutes.

After about four or five minutes, Jerome finally raised his head. Instead of calm and indifference, his eyes were filled with horror and shock.He looked at Lin Xuan, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He didn't speak.

He just took a deep breath, turned over the paper in his hand, aimed at the crowd, and aimed at the camera.

The content on the paper clearly catches everyone's eyes.

【

"Life Like Summer Flowers"

I hear echoes from valleys and hearts

Harvest empty souls with a lonely sickle

……

I believe in myself

born like bright summer flowers
Invincible and invincible, flirtatious as fire

bear the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Be happy
……

I believe in myself

Die like a quiet autumn leaf

Not prosperous or chaotic, with a posture like smoke

Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of enriching muscles and clearing bones
Xuan Zhi Xuan
……

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves

still care about what to have

】

This is Lin Xuan's poem!
Here is Lin Xuan's poem written today!

The representative work of Rabindranath Tagore, the world's top literary figure: "Life is like a Summer Flower"!
(End of this chapter)