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Chapter 148 Your poem is not well written.

In the auditorium.

The representatives of both China and Japan looked at each other suspiciously, not knowing what the other side was happy about.

But at this point, it doesn't matter anymore.

The Sino-Japanese Literature Forum officially started, and all other messy thoughts were put aside, and everyone focused on the forum in front of them.After all, this is the time to really show your style.

People in Japan couldn't wait any longer, Shiratori came up and said: "Since we want to discuss modern poetry first, then I'll make a fool of myself first. It just so happens that I have a work that is not bad here, and I will bring it out for everyone to discuss."

Literature forums naturally discuss literature, but you must have specific literary works when discussing literature, right?You can't just talk about those skills and methods.

But there are so many of you, everyone has a good work, who is it to discuss?Whose to use as a model essay?
This requires that your work must be able to convince the public.

In other words, the one that can be discussed as a model essay is the best!
In this literary forum, what is said about learning from each other, discussing and improving each other, are all official words.Both China and Japan attach so much importance to this forum, in order to compete for it to become a model paper for the discussion on the forum!
Shiratori Fangxiong cleared his throat, and loudly recited a poem he wrote.

His poem doesn't have too many words.The theme is about dreams, and the name is "Dreams".

Such creative themes are actually relatively common, but the key point is that Shiratori used a less commonly used rhetorical device in this poem, called the thimble.

Moreover, Fangxiong Shiratori focused on this rhetorical technique, "The topic of dreams has been written too many times. Some people use metaphors to write dreams, and some use personification to write dreams, but I think that my way of writing They are all too clichéd. After thinking about it, I think it is more powerful to use a thimble." Shiratori Fangxiong looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, and asked, "I don't know, what do you think of the thimble method?"

At this time, modern poets like Hao Zhijun were expressionless.

Shiratori Fangxiong is worthy of being one of the most outstanding modern poets in the Japanese literary world. The way he writes dreams is really tricky.

The rhetorical technique of thimble, also known as top truth and series connection, is actually not commonly used in creation.It is a method of connecting the end of the previous sentence and the beginning of the next sentence together with the same or similar words to modify the rhyme of the sentence and enhance the emotion of the poem.

It is somewhat similar to parallelism, but it is more difficult than parallelism.

This method is rarely used.

However, it doesn't matter.

You, Shiratori Fangxiong, think you can catch us off guard with a cold shot?

What a joke!

Their Xinwen Association has put in so much effort for this Sino-Japanese Cultural Forum!

In order to regain a victory in front of Ye Luo, and to revive the former glory of the Xinwen Association, they have prepared too much!

Japanese?
You can't win a game!
I said!
Hao Zhijun stood up slowly, his face full of confidence at this moment.

Little "Dream", a mere white bird, he doesn't pay attention to it at all!
However, just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a discordant voice sounded behind him.

"Your poem is not well written."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound... Ye Luo!
It was Ye Luo who said this.

At this time, he didn't look much different from usual.If I had to say yes, it would be that my cheeks were a little flushed, and my eyes seemed a little blurred, but there was nothing unusual if I didn't look carefully.

But in fact, Ye Luo at this meeting was seven points drunk and three points sober.

They adjourned at 11:30 noon, and they started eating at twelve o'clock. After drinking a glass of white wine, Ye Luo was poured down by Zhang Rumeng and others... When it was past two o'clock, Ye Luo hadn't woken up yet, so she went to sleep again. I was dragged by people like Zhang Rumeng to participate in the forum.

To be honest, Ye Luo didn't even want to come this afternoon.

It's really uncomfortable to drink some forced wine.

Normally, Ye Luo would have to sleep for at least one afternoon to recover.

He only slept for more than an hour at this time, and the effect it played was really limited.

If it was someone else, he wouldn't come if he didn't come in the afternoon.But the problem is that Ye Luo can't do it. He is the face of China's literary world, and he just experienced a storm in the morning.If Ye Luo was absent at this time, what would the outside world think?At the same time, if Ye Luo hadn't been here, the famous scene of their New Literature Association beating the Japanese literary world would have lost at least half of its flavor!In this regard, they are full of confidence!

Therefore, no matter from which point of view, Ye Luo must also be present!
Zhang Rumeng and Hao Zhijun supported Ye Luo onto the stage, one on the left and the other on the right.

But no one expected that Ye Luo, who was supposed to be a spectator, would have a convulsion.

Is your poem poorly written?
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the entire auditorium immediately focused on Ye Luo.

Hao Zhijun, who had already stood up, turned his head and looked at Ye Luo in a daze.

Professor Liu Ying next to her hurriedly tugged at the corner of Ye Luo's clothes.

The audience off the court even suspected that they had heard it wrong.

"No, it was Teacher Ye's voice just now, right?"

"What's the situation?"

"This is modern poetry, my brother, what are you doing with it?"

"Ms. Ye wants to show his might? An ancient poem crushes everyone?"

"Don't talk about it, you asked Mr. Ye to write ancient poems, so what else is there for others? Modern poems? He will scrap any poems for you!"

The leaders of the Chinese Academy of Arts felt a little bit in their hearts at this meeting.

Damn, what's the matter with Teacher Ye?Haven't sobered up yet?

This forum has just started, it's not the time for you to forcefully suppress it!

In the vision of the Chinese Academy of Arts, Ye Luo is used to cover the bottom line.Once the Xinwen Association can't handle the Japanese, Ye Luozai will forcefully end it with ancient poems.Even if the Japanese want to protest, the forum will be over by then, so what's the point of your protesting?Although doing so may seem like a bully, at least it can make their faces in the Chinese literary world look better.

It can be said that the plan is perfect.

But what's the situation now?
Shiratori Fangxiong just read a poem, why do you keep standing up?
Let Hao Zhijun go!
This is just the beginning, you are useless!
At this time, Ye Luo took out the ancient poems, how could he have nothing to say?

These leaders are about to cry.

The Japanese representatives on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and then all laughed.

"I'm not good at writing this poem? Then I'd like to see what good works Mr. Ye has." Shiratori Fangxiong looked at Ye Luo with his hands behind his back, and said, "Although this is a modern literature forum, But you can also write ancient poetry!"

As one of the "Three Heroes of Nobuaki" in Japan, he is also quite proud.

However, when Shiratori said this, everyone at the scene except for the representative of Japan had expressions of disbelief.

Hao Zhijun looked at Shiratori Fangxiong opposite him with eyes like looking at a fool.

Even Xu Zhiyi, an old man in his 80s and [-]s, looked at Shiratori speechlessly.

The leaders of the Chinese Academy of Arts, the hearts that were hanging just now will completely drop now.

Dean Sun Deyou chuckled.

The expressions of the audience are even more exciting.

"No, this guy is crazy, isn't he?"

"They come to Huaxia for a meeting, don't they do research?"

"Is anyone really confident enough to ignore Teacher Ye?"

"Less Ye is allowed to write ancient poems? How ignorant this is!"

"This game is stable!"

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Shiratori Fangxiong has already lost.

Just wait and see how Mr. Ye smashes Shiratori.

However, what Ye Luo said next caused an uproar in the scene.

"Ancient poetry?"

Ye Luo didn't stand up either, mainly because his legs were weak, so he just sat on his seat and shook his head, "If I write ancient poems, I'm bullying you."

When Ye Luo said this, everyone was stunned.

What does Teacher Ye mean by this?
"No? What the hell?"

"Ms. Ye, what are you doing here?"

"Don't get on top!"

The scene immediately became chaotic, and noisy discussions were endless.

The smile on Shiratori Fangxiong's face froze for a moment, but then he suppressed the anger in his heart and smiled again, "Hehe, then you can write modern poetry."

Ye Luo didn't even look at him, and just said one word, "Okay."

This time, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

No one expected that Ye Luo would come out like this!
Don't write ancient poems?

Want to write modern poetry?
What is the difference between you and suicide!

That's not how you get the limelight!
Everyone looked at Ye Luo anxiously, and even Hao Zhijun couldn't help but say, "Teacher Ye, take a break first, I also have a work I want to show."

Professor Liu Ying kept tugging on Yeluo's clothes to show him.

However, it didn't work.

Ye Luo leaned back, ignored Hao Zhijun's words, but lowered his head, reciting softly:

"Ideal is a stone, knock out sparks;"

"Ideal is fire, light the lamp that goes out;"

"Ideal is a lamp, illuminating the road at night;"

"Ideal is the road, leading you to the dawn."

Just four short sentences made the originally noisy scene instantly silent.

Hao Zhijun's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

Professor Liu Ying next to her also looked at Ye Luo in disbelief.

On the opposite side, Shiratori Fangxiong opened his mouth even wider, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Everyone at the scene was stunned at this moment. Hearing Ye Luo's voice, they even felt unreal!
This, what is this?
Is this what Teacher Ye Luo said?

Modern poetry?
Is this really modern poetry?
However, Ye Luo ignored everyone's reactions and continued on his own.

"In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;"

"In the era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization."

"In times of chaos, the ideal is stability."

"In a stable age, the ideal is prosperity."

"..."

"The ideal is a compass, guiding the ship;"

"Ideal is a ship that takes you on a long journey."

"But the ideal is sometimes the arc of the sea and the sky kissing,"

"Unattainable, tormenting your enterprising heart."

　Chapter 2, there is another chapter at two o'clock, you can read it tomorrow morning.

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