Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 33

The boy in military uniform said: "What kind of fighting method?"

Feng Yunshan said: "Naturally, there is a set time for writing poems. If you can't write within 5 minutes, it will be considered a failure."

The boy in military uniform: "What about the genre?"

Feng Yunshan said: "Modern poems and ancient poems are fine..."

The boy in military uniform smiled lightly and said, "Let's forget about modern poetry. It's imported and boring. If you want to play, let's play ancient poetry!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the entire club became silent, and no one dared to answer.

You must know that ancient poetry pays too much attention, not only about artistic conception, but also about rhythm. The rules are so strict that it can be said to dance in shackles.

Since the May [-]th Revolution, vernacular Chinese became popular, and everyone discarded it as dross, thinking that it hindered the expression of emotion, and new poetry would flourish.

Unless an old scholar like Qian Zhongshu still writes ancient style poems, besides using the carriage return key, who would write ancient style poems among the current "poets"?

The boy in military uniform has a family background. His grandfather was a Confucian general. He was a fan of Lu Xun back then. He liked classical poetry very much. He thought that the minor tunes written by Xu Zhimo were obscene poems. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood" and Mao Taizu's "The four seas are churning and the clouds and water are furious, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder" are called poems.

Therefore, he asked his descendants to learn classical poetry, and young people were deeply influenced by him, and looked down on modern poetry from the bottom of their hearts.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xiuhan agreed, saying, "It's like classical poetry."

Feng Yunshan and a few other students of Luoshui No. [-] High School were very anxious. They really didn't know classical poetry. Although Chu Xiuhan was very good at it, wouldn't she be fighting alone?

The boy in military uniform said: "The topic must be the scenery, things, or people we can see!"

Chu Xiuhan showed no stage fright, and said, "Okay."

The boy in military uniform said: "You go first."

In fact, his "you go first" can be completely changed to "you go first", because Chu Xiuhan is the only one who can fight.

Chu Xiuhan stood up, walked to the window, frowned and thought, a long skirt was blown slightly by the wind from the window, the corners of the skirt fluttered, the feeling of laziness just now disappeared, there was a feeling of "fluttering as if left alone in the world" , the feeling of becoming a fairy and becoming a fairy".

Outside the window is the family courtyard of the library staff, which is very small. Bamboo and pine trees are planted in the flower garden, especially a few magnolias, which are blooming vigorously. Only colorful butterflies are flying together with the petals, which is really beautiful.

She turned her head, pointed her finger outward, fixed her eyes on the young man in military uniform, and said, "I will chant that white magnolia—"

Everyone listened to her reciting intently, and saw her red lips lightly opened: "The green leaves and green branches have less gaudy makeup, and the plain flowers are light and fragrant. Sometimes colorful butterflies dance, and the color is not charming."

In less than 3 minutes of thinking, she recited such a neat poem, and the color, taste, posture, and character of the magnolia flower are all contained in it, and it is advanced layer by layer, first the appearance and then the spirit. Three flavors of poetry.

All of you here are masters of writing, and they admire her immensely, thinking, she is indeed a talented woman!There are no men without a reputation!

Feng Yunshan's face was flushed with excitement, and he applauded: "Good poetry!"

Then he looked at the young man in military uniform with inquiring eyes, and said in his heart, let's see what good lines you can recite!

The boy in military uniform stood up, smiled, and said, "I'm looking for inspiration."

As he spoke, he walked to the window on the other side. This window faced the street, and there were people coming and going outside.

Everyone laughed secretly in their hearts. Anyone who knows poetry knows that it is easier to write poems that describe scenery, express emotion and chanting things.

Why are "Three Friends of Sui Sui Han" and "Plum Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" themes that the ancients have written badly?Because this kind of poetry is the easiest to learn.

On the other hand, people come and go on the street, they are all shops and stalls, and there are no scenery, nothing to put into poems, so how can you write good poems?

The boy in military uniform said, "There's an old woman picking up rags on the opposite side, I'll write a poem from her!"

A sneer flashed across the corner of Feng Yunshan's mouth, and he said in his heart, since ancient times, I haven't seen anyone who can use rags to write poems!What a joke in the world, there are pines and bamboos in the small garden of the family courtyard, but he doesn't know how to write poems.

The young man in military uniform turned a blind eye and said: "There is no source of wealth, almost no food, and the livelihood depends on the garbage dump. Broken copper and iron are turned into treasures, and waste paper and books are sorted and stored. Do not rob or steal, abide by the law, and live in peace and prosperity. Xiaoyi has dirty hands, do you know that corrupt officials' hands are even dirtier!"

Everyone stood up and looked at the old woman picking up waste under the scorching sun. They saw her hunched over, picking up and down in the trash can, and when she came across plastic bottles that could be sold, she would put them behind her to be dirty. In his snakeskin bag, a pair of skinny hands were covered with mud.

If these unworldly boys and girls walked past this old woman on a daily basis, the sensible ones would at most feel pity and sympathy; the ignorant ones would probably avoid her, thinking that she was damaging the appearance of the city, and would scold her "" dirty stuff".

Unexpectedly, after the young man in military uniform sang praises, such a dazzling virtue shone from this ordinary woman.

And the last sentence castigated those corrupt officials even more forcefully.

This is a topic that these boys and girls have never considered, and their thoughts are still limited to the romantic novels that hurt the spring and autumn and the latest clothes in the fashion store at the school gate.

It took less than 2 minutes for him to stand up and recite this poem, and the content and thoughts of the poem are impressive.

It was so shocking that the literary youths of No. [-] High School were stunned.

In all fairness, the language of this poem is not as beautiful as that of "Ode to Magnolia", but the ideological realm is much higher.

Even Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help sighing that this young man in military uniform was as generous as Tian Fengcai, moreover, he was more realistic and critical than the latter.

Everyone stood there for a while, no one said anything, the boy in military uniform said, "It's okay if everyone can't come out, don't judge a hero by winning or losing, forget it."

The tone was very polite, but Feng Yunshan and others were even more angry, thinking, he must disdain to compare, this person is really proud.

Chu Xiuhan frowned slightly, and said, "I'll do it."

She walked to the window, looked at the emerald green bamboo and said: "The green bamboo in the East Garden drips into the green forest, so don't be afraid of the cold wind and dawn night. It is not inferior to the high character of Meisong, and it is more open-minded to reach the clouds."

She recited the word "humbly", and the boy in military uniform blushed for a while. Several people could hear that she was insinuating that the boy in military uniform was too arrogant.

This poem was also written in a short period of time. The most important thing is that it is very "to the point", and it effectively hit the opponent mentally. Count us as losers.

The boy in military uniform smiled slightly and said, "I also write street scenes!"

Under everyone's strange eyes, he walked to the window again, looked out of the window, smiled smartly, and said, "How about I write about the shoe polisher?"

Everyone was even more surprised. Following his finger, they saw an old man with gray hair shining shoes under the opposite department store, chatting with customers with a smile.

"This time it's Song Ci, and the ci card is Partridge Sky - Sitting by the side of the road at a cross street, often thinking hard because of life. The disabled family depends on subsistence allowances, and the sick mother has no money to buy prescriptions. First brush the bottom, then clean the side, oil and color Re-polish. A fee of [-] cents will be given to Mr. and Mrs. with a smile."

Everyone is silent. This poem combines the contented mentality of the shoe shiner with the leisurely rhythm of Song Ci itself, which makes people fully feel the optimistic and open mind of the shoe shiner.

Chu Xiuhan was silent for a long while, then smiled sadly and said, "There are others, I lost."

The faces of the other literary youths darkened, and they thought, you should recite a few more poems.

But they couldn't sing, so they could only blushed and worried.

The ten-year-old boy smiled arrogantly at this moment, jumped up, and said, "I told you, I can't do it. What kind of talents are there in a small county? They are all uneducated people."

The young man in military uniform frowned at him, and said, "I'll train you well when I go back, and punch you a hundred times!"

Chu Xiuhan felt humiliated, but she did not refute. She had just competed with the young man, and she already knew that although she was not bad in rhythm and charm, she was far behind in bearing and artistic conception. Take its shame.

Feng Yunshan said: "Xiuhan, you can't just admit defeat like this."

Chu Xiuhan gave him a sideways look in disgust, and said in her heart: "You did a good job, you said that you invited a lot of people with good writing and poetry, so I am fighting alone?"

At a glance, seeing Xia Xiaoluo sitting there like a piece of wood, he was even more disgusted, and said, "I'm going home, there's nothing fun about it."

Seeing her disappointed look, Xia Xiaoluo couldn't bear it, and the look in her eyes gave him an urge to show it, and said, "Can I write a song?"

Hearing what he said, Chu Xiuhan couldn't help but look at him, thinking, this kid looks two years younger than me, and she knows everyone with a literary name in Luoshui County, and she has never seen this one before. man?

Overbearing, she thought.

Based on her experience, I am afraid that there are not many people in Luoshui County who can match the poems of the youth in military uniform. Uniform boy.

She didn't understand how this Xia Xiaoluo came to be so confident, maybe it was because a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

Seeing that Xia Xiaoluo was a child, Feng Yunshan felt irritable, and said to himself, don't read a few nonsense words, it will be embarrassing and embarrassing, and it will be thrown to Beijing.

However, the young man in military uniform seemed very interested, and said: "Read it over and over again, you can make friends with poetry, it doesn't matter if you don't write well."

Of course, he didn't think Xia Xiaoluo could read any good poems.

Only Qu Xiaoyuan trusted Xia Xiaoluo very much, he thought to himself, this guy is a freak, things like going from the bottom of the class to the third in the county in half a month have happened to him, what is impossible?

He clapped excitedly, standing out in the quiet reader's club.

Xia Xiaoluo bit the bullet and said, "Everyone is in the library today, so I'll just be a scholar and laugh at myself."

Everyone listened intently.

Xia Xiaoluo read: "I am originally from the back mountain, and occasionally I was a guest in the front hall. I danced drunk with half a volume of books in the scripture pavilion, and sat in the well to talk about the vastness of the sky. With great ambitions and fame, fortune and misfortune are measured by sea fighting. It means that Qiankun is wrong!"