There's No Witch I Can't Wash

However, the peculiar font that is different from this world still caught the eyes of everyone present. This is the charm of Xingkai.

The words are not bad, but these two poems seem a little too ordinary.

To say it is poetry is simply a vernacular.

Yangliuqing Qingjiang level, heard the singing of Langjiang.

The willows are blue, the river is calm and calm, and suddenly someone is singing on the river. Can a line like this be regarded as poetry?

There are no metaphors or metaphors, no allusions and no foils, just plain vernacular without bright spots.

At first, I thought this man could really write some decent poems, but in the end, he slapped his face and pretended to be fat.

"Hehe, did this brother come up with such a poem after thinking for so long?"

"This can also be regarded as poetry, don't insult the great word 'poetry'!"

"I'm afraid that any child who has just entered the school can write poems like this, right?"

"Haha, don't underestimate Tong Sheng, I think the old man who works in the fields can sing a poem or two like this, right?"

The gifted scholars who had endured it for a long time suddenly gloated and laughed, mercilessly ridiculing and belittling this extremely ordinary poem.

In fact, the poems they made were not much better than this one, but after all, they were numerous, so the truth was naturally on their side.

Even if Lin Ye wrote a decent poem, they would definitely continue to mock him mercilessly, let alone this seemingly ordinary poem.

What... Is it only at this level, then you might as well not write, even if I want to help you like this, I won't be able to help you.

Yingyue also seemed a little disappointed. She originally planned to wait for Lin Ye's poems to be written, and then she would help praise a few lines.

It doesn't matter how good a man's writing is, as long as it's about the same level as the talented scholars here.

If they open their mouths to express their liking and appreciation, then even they have nothing to say. After all, poetry still has a lot of subjective factors.

Whether a poem is good or bad depends on the person.

Some people think that the writing is good, and some people think that the writing is mediocre. This is a very normal thing.

But now, even if she wanted to boast about these two lines, she couldn't find a point of entry.

Because these two poems are written in a very ordinary way.

Yangliuqing Qingjiang level, heard the singing of Langjiang.

Only the words simple and plain can describe these two verses. She really doesn't know how to brag or praise such verses.

Is it simple and beautiful?Although there are no gorgeous rhetoric, no metaphors and allusions, but it is very close to the reality of life and nature?

It seems that it is not impossible to forcefully boast like this, but it is really too exaggerated, right?

If he forcibly praised this poem like this, wouldn't he tell everyone that he was on his side?

Gritting her teeth involuntarily, the girl opened her mouth when she saw the man sitting there being questioned and attacked by everyone.

But just when she was about to speak, Lin Ye waved the brush again and continued writing.

'Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. '

Another line of verse jumped onto the paper, this time the laughter around was a little less, but most people still looked dismissive.

This line of verse still hasn't turned decay into magic, because it is also a simple and common vernacular, even simpler than the first two lines.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, isn't it just that the sun rises in the east and it rains in the west?

It's similar to the scene outside the window now. Is this guy so poor at words? He also wrote the scene of the sun and rain outside the window into this poem?

If you can’t write it, then don’t write it, what’s the point?

Yingyue was also a little helpless, and shook her head seeing Lin Ye's stubborn appearance.

Forget it, when he finishes writing, even if he blows it up forcibly, he will blow his poem into a rare masterpiece in the world!

As Yingyue thought about it, Lin Ye wrote the last line of this poem under the eyes of everyone.

'The way is that there is no sunshine but there is sunshine. '

All the talented scholars who were going to continue to laugh at Lin Ye stared at this sentence stupidly, as if their throats were suddenly choked, unable to utter a sound.

Yangliuqing Qingjiang level, heard the singing of Langjiang.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

This is indeed an unremarkable vernacular poem. The whole poem uses the technique of line drawing, without any gorgeous rhetoric or metaphor.

However, it is this last verse that makes the whole poem turn decay into magic, and a poem expresses all kinds of lovesickness and thousands of sorrows of parting.

A deadly silence enveloped the entire attic until Lin Ye put down the brush in his hand.

"Before a poem is finished, you can't wait to bark like a dog. People like you are worthy of writing poems and being called wits?"

Seeing the so-called gifted scholars surrounded by them, stunned and speechless, Lin Ye spoke indifferently, revealing a hint of anger in his words.

Naturally, he was angry not because he was ridiculed and insulted, but because this group of guys who didn't know what to do insulted the great culture and spirit of his world.

The eyes of Nangong Yingyue who was sitting at the side lit up. She stared at this poem, her heart was full of panic, confusion, and sweetness.

At this point, she still couldn't see that this poem was written by Lin Ye specially for him. He used the poem to express his heart to himself.