Urban Boyfriend System

On the huge stage, He Xuan stood in the center.

The other two poets on the stage looked contemptuous. They didn't think He Xuan could read any poetry in a sentence.

As for everyone in the audience, He Xuan's anger is soaring!

Had it not been for a period of violin performance and Zhong Lao's Yu Wei, I am afraid someone would have come up to drive He Xuan out.

"He Xuan! He Xuan! What do you want to do?"

Hearing that the poem He Xuan wanted to read was not the "Rootless Water" she had given him, Qin Kelan was completely desperate.

She admitted that bringing He Xuan to the Poetry Association activities today was a tragedy from the beginning to the end.

However, in the next second, He Xuan's poem "flyed" throughout the auditorium.

He Xuan looked at the people in front of him, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he began to say in a low voice:

"If I love you--

Not like a climbing trumpet creeper,

Show off yourself with your high branches."

Huh!

As soon as these three poems were read, Hu Boyan's face turned green in an instant.

The "Ling Xiao" he wrote just now, isn't it just a metaphor for great love through the spirit of "Ling Xiao Hua"?

However, when He Xuan spoke, he directly described the climbing of "Ling Xiaohua" as a despicable act of "bringing off a high branch to show off".

Slap!

Chi Guoguo's face slap!

For the time being, these three sentences are not necessarily brilliant.

The sentences are plain and purely narrative.

but……

If you look at it in response to Hu Boyan's "Ling Xiao" poem before, these three sentences are just a slap, or the kind that is particularly loud.

"Unreasonable!"

Hu Boyan was so angry that his mouth was about to crooked, and the most aggrieved and unbearable thing for people who danced with ink was that they were teased and beaten on the face by others.

"Haha! Brother Boyan, your breath is too small. His three sentences are just taking the opportunity to ridicule you. They are so quick to speak. Why do you care?"

Liu Heng, another poet on the side, persuaded a little gloatingly.

He and Hu Boyan have always been friends and competitors, and it is natural to see Hu Boyan being beaten in the face by He Xuan's poems.

However, after a short pause for a few seconds, He Xuan's last three poems came out again.

"If I love you--

Never learn from infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the green shade."

puff!

This time, Liu Heng's turn was about to vomit blood.

Just as before, He Xuan slapped Liu Heng's "Flying Bird" again.

"Excessive! It's simply too much. Even if he can't write poems, he doesn't need to use such vernacular to mock us?"

Just now he persuaded Hu Boyan to be generous with Liu Heng, this time he couldn't help it.

As for the poems in the audience who were sulking, hearing the two poems by He Xuan, they couldn't help but brighten up in front of them.

"This poem by Mr. He is... a bit interesting!"

Chairman Yuan Bofu took a closer look and nodded silently.

"Is this... the poem He Xuan wrote on the spot? He... is still so skinny, even the poems of the two great poets Hu Boyan and Liu Heng dare to be ironic?"

Qin Kelan, who was initially anxious and disappointed, didn't know why, but was rather happy, because it was too much in line with He Xuan's personality in school.

When one is upset, he immediately goes back.

If you dare to say me, I will scold you.

No matter what you are.

It's just that Qin Kelan really didn't expect that when He Xuan became so elegant when cursing people, he actually started to write poetry.

Although the poem he composed seems a bit...too vernacular.

but,

...

"Do not,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as a tree."

...

When this paragraph came out, everyone present couldn't help but suddenly raised their spirits.

Everyone understands poetry!

Upon hearing this, everyone fully understood what the poem "To the Oak" meant.

It turns out that this is a poem about "Kapok" expressing love to "Oak Tree"!

The "Ling Xiaohua" or "Flying Bird" that He Xuan mentioned earlier, even "Sunlight" and "Chunyu", are all reduced to "Kapok" foil.

From this moment on, accompanied by He Xuan's sonorous and progressive voice, "Kapok"'s "warm, sincere, and loyal" love for "Oak" came head-on like a storm. .

...

"Every gust of wind passes,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understand our words."

...

The lines of verses that broke out from He Xuan's mouth made a vivid picture appear in the minds of everyone present.

On the vast ground, a kapok and an oak tree, they are relatively speechless, but they have been with each other silently for ten or a hundred years...

"We share the cold wave,

Wind thunder,

thunderbolt;

We share the haze,

Liu Lan,

Hauni.

As if separated forever,

But they depend on each other for life."

...

Such a confession, such a verse.

It’s really shocking. It doesn’t need gorgeous rhetoric, and it doesn’t need rhyming and catchy under cleverly conceived. The most important thing is a "love". This is a song written with true true love. Poetry.

Just from a poem, or a few poems, it is impossible to realize this kind of overwhelming love.

But when you close your eyes, put yourself in it, and let a line of poetry flow from your heart, you can’t help but yearn for it. It is strong enough to make you feel a slightly sweet taste at the corners of your mouth, making people really want to utter Come with a heartfelt emotion and approval, ah!This is love!

...

"This is great love,

The steadfastness is here:

Love--

Not only love your stalwart body,

Also love the position you stick to,

The land under one step."

The whole auditorium was very quiet, only He Xuan's voice reading poems, like a "poem recitation" special for him.

In the audience are almost all the elites in the poetry circle of Shenghai City. They were full of "anger" at He Xuan a second, but at this moment, they all fell into the scene of "wonderful love" woven by He Xuan.

Immerse in...

It stopped abruptly.

When He Xuan's last word "land" ended with a long and emotional sound, the whole auditorium had a very empty and quiet feeling.

Immediately afterwards, after the whole space fell into absolute silence for a few seconds, I don't know who was leading the head, and applause rang more enthusiastically than after the performance just now.

Papa papa papa papa...

These are poets, they will listen to music, but they will not appreciate it.

But for poetry, they really understand and love it. They are the kind of poets who can't help tears when they hear sentimental poetry!

[Ps: Readers are very good!Hand in the recommendation ticket...]