Reborn Nobility

Chapter 33 Fighting Poems

The young man in military uniform said: "What kind of fight?"

Feng Yunshan said: "Of course there is a set time to write the poem. If you can't write it within five minutes, it will be considered a failure."

Young man in military uniform: "What about genre?"

Feng Yunshan said: "Modern poetry and ancient poetry are all fine..."

The young man in military uniform smiled calmly and said: "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 the question.

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

Since the May 4th Revolution when vernacular became popular, everyone has discarded it as dross, thinking that it hinders the expression of emotions, while new poetry has flourished.

Unless old scholars like Qian Zhongshu still write ancient poetry, who among today's "poets" can write ancient poetry besides knowing how to use the Enter key?

The boy in military uniform has a good family background. His grandfather was a Confucian general and was a fan of Lu Xun at that time. He liked classical poetry very much and thought that the minor tunes written by Xu Zhimo were all pornographic poems.

I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood" and Mao Taizu's "The four seas are churning with clouds and water in anger, and the five continents are shaken by wind and thunder" are called poetry.

Therefore, he required his descendants to learn classical poetry. The young man was deeply influenced by it and despised modern poetry from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xiuhan agreed and said: "It's better than classical poetry."

Feng Yunshan and several other students from Luoshui No. 1 High School were worried. Some of them really didn't know classical poetry. Although Chu Xiuhan was very good at it, wouldn't she be fighting alone?

The young man in military uniform said: "The theme must be based on scenery, things, or people that we can see!"

Chu Xiuhan showed no stage fright at all and said: "Okay."

The young man in military uniform said: "You go first."

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

Chu Xiuhan stood up and walked to the window. She frowned and thought. Her long skirt was slightly fluttered by the wind outside the window. The corners of the skirt were flying. The lazy feeling just now disappeared. There was a feeling of "floating like being alone in the world".

, the feeling of becoming immortal and ascending to immortality.

Outside the window is the staff courtyard of the library. It is very small. There are bamboos, pine trees, etc. planted in the flowerbed, especially a few white magnolias, which are blooming vigorously.

A colorful butterfly flying together with the petals is really beautiful.

She turned her head, pointed her finger outward, looked at the young man in military uniform and said: "I will chant the white magnolia——"

Everyone stood still, listening to her chanting, and saw her lips slightly parted as she said: "The green leaves and green branches are less colorful, and the plain flowers are light and refreshing. The colorful butterflies dance from time to time, and the color is not charming, but the nature is fragrant."

She thought for less than three minutes before reciting such a neat poem, and the color, taste, posture and character of the magnolia were all contained in it. She also advanced layer by layer, first the appearance and then the spirit.

Three flavors of poetry.

Everyone here is a master of writing, and they admire her very much. They think she is indeed a talented woman! There is no false person despite her great reputation!

Feng Yunshan's face turned red with excitement and he clapped, "What a poem!"

Then he looked at the boy in military uniform with inquiring eyes and thought to himself, let’s see what good verses you can come up with!

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

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

Everyone secretly laughed in their hearts. Anyone who knows poetry knows that it is easier to write poems that describe scenes, express emotions and praise objects.

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

And when there are people coming and going on the street, they are all shops and stalls, there is no scenery, and there is nothing to put into poetry, how can you write a good poem?

The young man in military uniform said: "There is an old woman picking up rags across the street, I will write a song from her!"

A sneer flashed at the corner of Feng Yunshan's mouth, and he thought to himself, since ancient times, I have never seen anyone who can use rags to write poems! It's really ridiculous. There are clearly pines and bamboos in the small garden of the family courtyard, but he can't write poems.

Know how to write.

The young man in military uniform turned a blind eye and said: "We have no source of money and no food. We rely on garbage dumps to make a living. Broken copper and iron become treasures, and waste paper and books are stored in categories. Do not rob or steal, obey the law, and live your time in peace and poverty. No one in the world should do this.

Xiaoyi has dirty hands, but do you know that corrupt officials have even dirtier hands?"

Everyone stood up and looked at the old woman who was scavenging under the scorching sun. They saw her hunched over, digging around in the trash can, and putting things like plastic bottles that could be sold for money into the dirty trash behind her.

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 have some sympathy; the ignorant ones would probably avoid her, thinking that she was harming the appearance of the city, and would scold her "

dirty stuff".

Who would have expected that after this young man in military uniform sang his praises, this ordinary woman would shine with such dazzling virtues.

And the last sentence criticized those corrupt officials even more powerfully.

This is a topic that these boys and girls have never considered. Their thoughts are still limited to romantic novels about sad spring and autumn and the latest clothes in the fashion stores at the school gate.

It took less than two minutes for him to stand up and recite this poem, and the content and thoughts of the poem made people feel

It was so shocking that the literary youths at No. 1 High School were stunned.

To be fair, the language of this poem is not as beautiful as that of "Ode to White Magnolia", but its ideological level is much higher.

Even Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but sigh that this young man in military uniform was no less generous and generous than Tian Fengcai, and moreover, he was more realistic and critical than the latter.

Everyone stood in silence for a long time, no one said anything, and the young man in military uniform said: "If everyone can't stand up to each other, that's okay, don't judge heroes by winning or losing, forget it."

The tone was very polite, but Feng Yunshan and others were even more angry, thinking that he must not disdain the comparison, this man is really proud.

Chu Xiuhan's pretty eyebrows wrinkled slightly and said, "I'll do it."

She walked to the window, looked at the emerald green bamboos and said: "The green bamboos in the East Garden are dripping in the green forest, why are you afraid of the cold wind invading at dawn and night. Not inferior to the high character of plum trees, soaring clouds are even more modest."

She pronounced the word "humbly" heavily, causing the boy in military uniform to blush. Everyone could tell that she was insinuating that the boy in military uniform was too arrogant.

This poem was also written in a short time. The most important thing is that it is very "to the point" and effectively hits the opponent mentally. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought, this poem is on par with the previous one.

Count us as losers.

The young man 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 the window, smiled smartly, and said: "How about I write about the shoe shiner?"

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

"This time it's a Song poem, and the word card is Partridge Sky - Sitting on the crossroads, often thinking hard because of vitality. The disabled family relies on subsistence allowances, and the sick mother has no money to buy prescriptions. First brush the bottom, then clean the top, and apply oil and color

Then polish it again. A slight fee of 15 cents will be charged, and I will give it to you and your lady with a smile.”

Everyone was silent. The beauty of this poem is that it combines the contented mentality of the shoe shiner with the leisurely rhythm of Song poetry itself, making people fully feel the optimistic and open-minded mentality of the shoe shiner.

Chu Xiuhan was silent for a long time, then smiled sadly and said: "There is someone outside, I lost."

The expressions on the faces of several other literary youths darkened, and they thought to themselves, you should recite a few more songs.

But they couldn't sing it out, so they had to blush and worry.

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

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

Chu Xiuhan felt humiliated, but she did not refute. After just competing with the boy, she already knew that although she was not bad in rhythm and charm, her bearing and artistic conception were far behind. If the comparison continued, she would have no choice but to

Take the humiliation.

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

Chu Xiuhan glanced at him with disgust and thought: "You have done a good job. You said you have called many people who have good articles and poems. Aren't you going to do it alone?"

At a glance, he saw Xia Xiaoluo sitting there as dumb as a stone, and felt even more disgusted, saying: "I'm going home, there's nothing interesting."

Seeing her disappointed look, Xia Xiaoluo couldn't bear it, and the look in her eyes made him have the urge to show it off, saying, "Can I write a song?"

When Chu Xiuhan heard what he said, she couldn't help but look at him and thought to herself, this child looks to be two years younger than me. She knows everyone in Luoshui County who has some literary names, but she has never seen this one.

People?

Don’t overestimate your own capabilities, she thought to herself.

Based on her experience, I am afraid that few people in Luoshui County can compete with these poems by the boy in military uniform. Even if they pull out a few old scholars with profound cultural background, they may not be able to compare with these poems.

A boy in military uniform.

She didn't understand how Xia Xiaoluo gained such confidence. Maybe a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers and didn't know how high the sky was.

Feng Yunshan saw that Xia Xiaoluo was a young boy and felt irritated. He said to himself, "Don't read a few nonsense words. It will be embarrassing and will be thrown into Beijing."

However, the young man in military uniform seemed to be very interested and said: "Read it carefully. You can make friends through 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 and thought to himself, this guy is a freak. In half a month, he went from last in the class to third in the county. What else is impossible?

He clapped his hands excitedly, looking extremely out of place in the quiet readers club.

Xia Xiaoluo gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone is in the library today, so I will just be a scholar and laugh at myself."

Everyone listened attentively.

Xia Xiaoluo read: "I am originally from the back mountain. I was a guest in the front hall by chance. I danced drunkenly with half a volume of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. I sat in a well and talked about how vast the sky was. I have great ambitions to play for fame and fortune. When I talk about the lack of money, I get angry.

It means something is wrong!"