red art soldier

Chapter 487 Pushkin's "Ode to Freedom"

Yang Xiaojie looked at Bardomont speechlessly, and then at Ye Chen. At this moment, Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, as if sinking into a nightmare.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Ye Chen, the acting is amazing. When I become a great writer, I must write a biography for Mr. Ye Chen."

Bardomont's words made Yang Xiaojie very speechless. She glanced at Bardomont and said: "This Ye Chen came from the drama club back then, so his talent for acting is naturally very solid. In addition, he has also filmed two movies and written Several novels, although there are not many poems, but they are all famous, very popular with domestic readers. His performance just now is the rational use of the essence of his writing profession, which has brought out the current effect. "

Bardomont grabbed Yang Xiaojie's hand and said: "What? Mr. Ye Chen is actually a drama actor. I said he was so devoted to his performance. At the beginning, I thought he was really planning the following lines. Now it turns out that he is To present this poem in the form of a drama, no wonder the look in the eyes just now is so wonderful, it is almost as good as the performance level of Mr. Hopesley in my country. No, after the award shop is over, I must treat him to a drink."

Yang Xiaojie was completely taken aback by Bardomont's words. Judging by the way he spoke, this is the rhythm of becoming Ye Chen's fan!

Although this Bardomont has just become famous, his works still have a certain market in the country, and now he has become a fan of Ye Chen in the blink of an eye. This change is too fast.

"Cherdomon, what form do you think will appear later?" An old man sitting next to Cherdomon asked.

Cherdomon glanced at the old man and said: "Dulph, the climax is over, and it should be the trough again. It should be like this!"

"Alas! wherever I turn my eyes--
Iron shackles are ringing everywhere, leather whips are flying,

The law suffers fatal humiliation,
The enslaved have tears of weakness;
Wherever you look, the power of innocence is taking advantage of the thick haze of evil views to ascend to the throne——
This enslaved terrible genius,

This ominous lust for glory. "

Ye Chen's voice became deep and painful. This is a silent wail, but he still has to bear the injustice in this world and suffer the suffering here silently.

Every line of Ye Chen's next verse deeply sprinted into the depths of everyone's hearts.

Especially some old people among the judges have heard of the darkness during that period, and one of the judges has experienced that period of time.

"What a poem, this young man is really not an ordinary person. He is definitely familiar with the history of our country and the deeds of Puxi Liejin. Otherwise, it would be impossible to write such a good poem. This young man is very good! "

The person who spoke was Mr. Limsen, a great Northern Russian writer who had already lived to be [-] years old. He had attended Chinese literature forums many times, but he seldom came out when he reached his age. Ye Chen still knew about this person. Less.

Mr. Cherdormon looked at Ye Chen who was still reciting there, with admiration on his face, looked at Mr. Limson and said: "Mr. Limson, this child is indeed very talented in literature, and he is also talented in acting. The talent on the Internet is even better. With the combination of the two, we created such a poem on the spot, which is comparable to "Haiyan". This is a witness of history. I decided to temporarily add this song to the Poetry Special Contribution Award , what do you guys think about this poem?"

Everyone listened and discussed in low voices, and they had no objection to the poem, but in the end Modoske said: "This poem is good, but he hasn't finished reciting it yet, just looking at it now is really very good." Shocking, but if the finishing touches below are not handled well, then it cannot be called a masterpiece either.”

Some people nodded in agreement after listening to Modosque's words, so everyone didn't continue to say anything, and looked at Ye Chen at the same time, obviously they were still very interested in Ye Chen's remaining poems.

As for the Poetry Contribution Award, I am afraid that it has already fallen to Ye Chen in the hearts of several judges.

"I hate you, and your throne,
Watching you and your disciples die one after another,
A cruel joy fills my breast.

on your forehead will appear
The people cursed your brand fiercely,

You are the shame of nature,
God of Plague,

You are the world's reproach to God. "

……

Ye Chen's voice continued, and everyone was completely shocked by Ye Chen. If this poem was written by Ye Chen long ago, it would undoubtedly be a piece of cake for reciting it.

But the actual situation in front of him is that a judge who is dissatisfied with Ye Chen, and the poem he created based on the proposition he made, actually only took less than 2 minutes to create a poem of about a thousand words. What kind of creative talent can be exported.

It would be fine to say that the words are eloquent, but these words still express themselves like the protagonist in a poem, one person plays multiple roles, and the performance is so vivid that it completely shocked everyone.

Bardomont kept asking Yang Xiaojie, but now Yang Xiaojie can only say it in shock. Originally, he didn't want to talk to Bardomonte, but Bardomont pursued Ye Chen closely and kept asking, Finally, Yang Xiaojie told Bardomont the story of Ye Chen's poetry creation.

Now Bardomont's admiration for Ye Chen has added another option, which is the lyricist. With this so-called lyricist, Bardomont is no stranger to the subsequent composition.

"Emperors of today, learn the lesson:
Whether punishment or reward,

Blood in prison, or god on the altar,
Neither are your solid barriers.

Please bow your heads first,

Under the sure shade of law,
The everlasting guardian of the throne,

There will be peace and freedom for the people. "

Ye Chen finally finished reading his poem aloud. Ye Chen walked over to Yang Xiaojie while everyone was dumbfounded. Before Ye Chen could do anything, Bardomont sat beside Ye Chen and said, : "Mr. Ye Chen, your poem just now is really great, and there is a question at the end. It is really a pleasure. In a harmonious society, we must reflect on this kind of poetry that dares to dissect itself."

Ye Chen nodded to Bardomont and said: "There are always unsatisfactory things in the world. If you don't do it, how will you know if it will succeed?"

At this moment, Limson came to Ye Chen's side with the support of Cherdome, and Limson said, "Mr. Ye Chen, what is the name of your poem?"

Ye Chen looked at the old man in front of him, and couldn't help admiring him. After all, he was a literary tycoon and left too many literary works.

"This poem is called 'Ode to Liberty'!"

(End of this chapter)