red art soldier

Chapter 486 Get out of the way, don't twist in front of my eyes
When Modos heard Ye Chen say this, he was naturally unhappy. He wanted to stand up and refute Ye Chen, but he was stopped by Cherdemon.

"Modoske, since this is the case, instead of arguing, it's better to follow the meaning of Modosker, Mr. Ye Chen, then let Modosker come up with the question here, how about your performance on the spot?"

After Cherdemon finished speaking, he looked at Modoske and saw him nodded, and then looked at Ye Chen again.

Ye Chen nodded and said: "It's not a problem at all, it's just what I want, and let everyone be a witness to me, what does it mean to have a false reputation!"

Modoske snorted coldly and said, "I'll let you reveal your true face in a while, so let's start now! In this way, since the meaning of your poem is relatively close to our history, then use Pusilekin How about writing a poem with people as an example? As long as you answer correctly, I will recognize your strength. Now there are reporters from various countries here, and it is time to prove yourself to the world."

Ye Chen chuckled and said: "I also know, this is also the time for me to prove to myself that I am a waste, and it is exactly what you think in your mind. If it is true, are you very happy?"

Modoske smiled and said: "Mr. Ye Chen, you are joking. Although everyone here has doubts about Mr. Ye Chen's ability to create poems, it does not mean that everyone is blind, so this The title of the field proposition poem is also an opportunity for everyone to appreciate young poets, so Mr. Ye Chen probably won't mind either!"

Ye Chen naturally wouldn't mind. At this time, it was also the time for him to show his strength. If he could show his face in this world, it would definitely have a big impact.

"Of course no problem, then I'll come now."

Ye Chen is also a little worried. Who is Puxiliejin? I only know that he was exiled to the island before the October Revolution, but the rest is not clear.

"Mr. Ye Chen, presumably the great poet of our country, Mr. Puxi Liejin, has experienced ups and downs, even experienced exile, and was sentenced to death. This writing is all tempered by suffering, walking in hell, his Poetry is always noble and selfless in our hearts, so Mr. Ye Chen, when you compose poems, you must reflect his feelings, and you can't be humiliated..."

"Get out of the way, don't twist around in front of my eyes..."

Ye Chen took a step forward and walked directly in front of Modosc, with a smile on his face, looking at him gently.

Modoske heard Ye Chen's emotional words and was about to get angry when he saw Ye Chen turning his back to Modosko and said, "You delicate queen of Sisara Island!"

When everyone heard Ye Chen's words, it turned out that Ye Chen was not targeting Modoske, and it turned out that these simple words represented the beginning of the poem.

Although Modoske knew that this was the beginning of the poem, Ye Chen recited the poem without waiting for him to speak, obviously showing contempt for him.

"Where are you, the thunder that strikes the king,
and the proud singer who sings about freedom?
Come, tear the crown from my head,

Break my tender harp..."

Ye Chen's voice gradually became high-pitched. With his current attainments, the emotional rain and body movements were vivid, and everyone followed Ye Chen's movements and voice, and gradually brought them into the artistic conception of the poem.

Where are you, the thunder that strikes the king, and the proud singer who sings of liberty?

Master Cherdormon was stunned, where are you? Isn't this exactly the roar that Puxi Liejin had at the beginning?The thunder that struck the emperor, is he angry? Who can break this dark world and give a ray of light? In this dark world, how many people yearn for freedom, and how many people can boldly break through This silence.

Master Qierduomeng's eyes were fixed on Ye Chen, and this poem Ye Chen knew at his fingertips, which is enough to show that Ye Chen's literary talent is not in vain.

Just a few poems shocked several judges at the scene, and they all had new evaluations of Ye Chen. When they heard and saw Ye Chen at the beginning, their attitudes changed again.

Everyone looked at the slightly pensive Ye Chen, wondering if he was thinking about the next sentence, or brewing emotions. In short, everyone was looking forward to seeing Ye Chen.

And Yang Xiaojie was also looking at Ye Chen at the moment. He was worried that Ye Chen would cause some trouble, but now it seems that he not only caused trouble, but also attracted most people's attention.

Although Modoske was a little surprised, he still believed that this was Ye Chen's temporary play. Whether the following poems could be written well was another matter.

As for the reporters in the audience, seeing Ye Chen's expression at the moment, they seemed to be in pain, contemplative, confused, exploring, and waiting. For a full minute, Ye Chen He raised his head abruptly, his eyes burst into bright lights, and a righteous look stood out on his face.

"I will sing to the world the strong note of freedom,
against the wicked deeds of the throne.

Show me the mighty Gaul,
The sublime footsteps stepped,
It was you with the heart of honorable suffering,
Inspire him to sing praises and fight bravely. "

Ye Chen's high-pitched recitation shocked everyone, but the sound of Ye Chen's recitation was deeply imprinted in their hearts, but this wave has not subsided, and the next wave will come soon after.

"Favorites of fickle fate,

Tyrants of the world!
Tremble!
and you,
Listen up, pep talk,
fallen slave,

Stand up bravely! "

Another wave of passionate and high-pitched voice broke the silence in the room, followed by warm applause.

Indeed, Ye Chen's performance was really unexpected. These simple words brought everyone present into the world of poetry. Of course, only one person had disdain for Ye Chen, but in his heart he was Shocked by Ye Chen's voice.

Bardomont was also looking at Ye Chen in surprise at the moment. He looked at Yang Xiaojie who was also a little surprised and said: "Ms. Yang Xiaojie, this Mr. Ye Chen is really amazing. I have to say that he is the youngest poet I have ever seen. It really shocked me! And now his performance, you can see his helplessness, his helplessness, his bewilderment, the expression is so vivid, and look at his eyes shining with hope, just like hope The dawn breaks the darkness of the old society, and a glimmer of light emerges before people's eyes. Isn't this cry the voice of our dark age?"

(End of this chapter)