I was forced to be the captain of the ghost ship by mistake

Chapter 132 Literary Youth
The first round of the Freshman Challenge Cup competition was about poetry, and the type of topic was not made public until the organizer.

A very unexpected topic.

Lyric poems about love, in any format.

Such a question is also in line with the loose and free style of Columbia University.

Unlike the second invention challenge, which has a hard target, it has always been difficult to define whether a literary work is excellent or not.

Even the same literati slander each other everywhere. After discussion, the judges decided that no matter what type of poetry, only works that are liked by the public and always considered excellent are good works.

In order to show fairness, Columbia University deliberately scored this project by the scoring teachers of the Seven Schools Alliance and the students present, each accounting for [-]%.

This rule made non-Columbia students frown. Although the first round of the competition was only [-] points, allowing the students present to score is equivalent to giving up [-] points in the first round, which is quite unfavorable to them.

"Unless there is a huge difference in the works, even if the levels of the two sides are about the same, the students at Columbia University will almost support their side. Isn't this just the team that wants to recommend their school." David said with a funny sarcasm, " Such a scoring method would be unfair.”

"This is the home court advantage. If it were the University of Michigan, it would also take advantage of this rule." Ms. Bella Wayne's thinking was much clearer.

If you come to challenge at their home court, there will naturally be many disadvantages.

It's just pointless to discuss whether it is fair or not now.

As one of the answerers, Elena Weimar has already started to bow her head in meditation, after a little thought, she quickly began to write a string of beautiful characters on the paper.

As expected of a noble lady cultivated by a big family, whether it is the posture of holding the pen or the handwriting, there is some beauty in the neat arrangement, which makes people feel refreshed.

"I don't know how Miss Weimar would write."

Tu Fu peeked at her answer sheet out of the corner of his eye, and quickly scanned, "If you are a tear in my eye, I will never cry so as not to lose you. If the golden sun stops its dazzling light, your A smile will light up my whole world..."

"Such poems are really in line with the ideas of literary girls of this age."

Tu Fu made some comments on this, very beautiful poems, with the demeanor of youthful and sentimental literature, generally speaking, it is a work of high quality.

"Ok?"

When Elena was creating, she noticed that someone was peeping, and when she looked up, she saw several people beside her lowered their heads, and she didn't know who was peeking.

But at this moment, Tu Fu also began to think about the few familiar lines in his mind.

This kind of topic is also a big challenge for him. Last time, it was no problem to think of a sentence to fool a literary girl, but it would be quite difficult to memorize all famous poems from abroad.

"I still remember some of the 64 ancient poems that are necessary for the college entrance examination, but I really don't need them. Foreign poems, Shakespeare's sonnets? There are too many and too long ago, and I can't remember them at all.

Shelley's Ode to the West Wind does not seem to be a love poem, but it is almost used for revolution, sin, why do I have such an idea.

Pushkin?This... the most famous one seems to be If Life Deceives You, and the content is completely out of line.

What about Yeats?His love poems are well-known, but their themes and contents are not suitable for my young child. "

Tu Fu, who was nibbling on the pen holder, was very entangled. After thinking for a long time, it wasn't that he couldn't write it out, but that there were too many things in his mind to remember, so he struggled to decide which article to copy.

In the years after graduation, I have to do my best just to survive, let alone touch those things that only students like.

"Wait, that must be a good song."

Tu Fu thought hard for a long time, and thought of a very sullen poem that he loved a certain girl when he was young, and he couldn't say it, so he could only secretly post it on his blog.

I don't know how many literary and artistic youths this poem represents the love that is suppressed in their hearts but still can't open their mouths. It is quite suitable for teenagers of his age.

It was a must-recite poem that was catchy by almost every literary youth of his time.

Thinking of that poem, the first image of an old man with white hair and long beard gradually appeared in his mind. He is also a literary celebrity and has won a Nobel Prize. His status is by no means low.

If there were any undisputed writers in his era, there must be one of them.

"It's decided, it's you."

After making the decision, he didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly slid across the paper with his hand, which he couldn't move his pen at all, without stopping at all in his elegant handwriting.

Relying on memory, I can't recall the complete verses, but I can quickly skip them on the paper with instinct, and unconsciously read the following verses.

Seeing the contrast between Tu Fu's before and after, several people couldn't help but want to look at his masterpiece, but it's a pity that Tu Fu's speed is too fast, and he can write it in one go without thinking.

The moment he wrote the pen, he closed the test paper, relying entirely on his muscle memory to quickly write down the entire poem silently, even if there were blurred parts, he simply brushed it off.

Almost half an hour passed, and the poems of the other contestants were answered one by one.

Such a competition is not difficult for students of the Academy of Humanities and Social Sciences.

In particular, the enthusiastic University of Göttinghagen, at worst, was born in the middle class. They have been fascinated by elegant hobbies such as poetry and music since childhood, and there are not a few talented students.

Those who have ideas in the first five minutes are basically finished. If you can’t think of it, you can’t write it until the end.

Fortunately, it is only necessary to select two high-quality works from the team and submit them directly to the organizer.

At this time, Elena Weimar took the lead in suggesting, "Why don't we check each other first, and then select two papers with high quality and submit them first."

Seeing that everyone had no objections, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Miss Weimar inadvertently took Tu Fu's answer sheet, pretending to read it because of official business.

This is a longer poem, and it is completely different from her poem, which seems jerky with careful words, each chapter is simple and neat, with poignant beauty and a touch of sadness in the text.

There are no special metaphors in the whole article, but every sentence and every word contains strong personal emotions.

It's a heart-wrenching read, and I'm sorry.

"Mr. Capet, why don't you just submit your article, there is no more suitable work than this."

Miss Weimar was silent for a while, and handed the poem to several others to watch in turn.

"Hey, did you write this?"

"A very good work, even as good as many poets who have been famous for a long time."

"I guess this poem must have caused as much sensation to many people present as the electric lamp."

After reading it, whether it is the son David or the historian Bella, after a quick glance at this work, the literary literacy cultivated since childhood made them realize that this is a rare and excellent work.

Crane and David felt even more regretful that if this article was given to them, they would probably have hooked up with girls from the literature department by now.

It is a pity that such works are used in competitions.

After unanimous discussion and comparison by several people, it was finally Miss Weimar who submitted the two poems by her and Tu Fu to the teacher of the sponsor.

"Hello, we are students of the School of Humanities and Social Sciences at the University of Michigan. This is the work that our group is going to submit."

"The School of Humanities and Social Sciences at the University of Michigan?"

The teacher who took over smiled easily. This project is mainly a competition between the two colleges of humanities and social sciences. It just so happens that the two universities are among the best majors in the country, so the competition is also interesting.

He glanced at the titles casually, and one of them was "A Tear" by Elena Weimar.

Regardless of the quality of this poem, the surname Weimar alone is enough to deserve full marks.

So he glanced at another poem, which was a poetic work with a long title and a simple but meaningful title.

"The longest distance in the world"

— Touf Capet.

　ps: Did you guess this one?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)