"What a handsome young man!"
The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng and said with a smile: "You volunteered to stand up, there must be a masterpiece to share with everyone, you, let's talk."
Chen Feng smiled to hide his embarrassment.
I didn't know who ran into him behind his back just now. He rushed out, but the old man thought he was going out to write poetry.
He is a science student who has the lowest grade in Chinese all the year round. He has a headache when he reads the book. It is a bit embarrassing to ask him to improvise poetry.
"Brother Xiaofeng, come on!" Su Xinyao waved her pink fist, her face full of excitement.
"Come on!"
"Young man, I am optimistic about you!"
"Such a small child can compose poems. Isn't this person bad?"
Chen Feng looked at the white-haired old man and said truthfully: "Senior, I don't know how to write poems, at most, I can only recite two sentences."
"You can recite poems, then you can recite them."
With the consent of the white-haired old man, Chen Feng looked towards the beautiful East Lake and recited Su Shi's "Drinking Lake at the First Time after the Rain".
"The water is bright and sunny,
The mountains are empty and rainy."
After reciting the first two poems, Chen Feng paused, glanced at the reaction of the white-haired old man and everyone, and then continued to apostate:
"Want to make West Lake better than Xizi,
Light makeup is always suitable."
After reciting the poem, Chen Feng smiled and looked at the white-haired old man: "Senior, I'm finished."
The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng, with no change in expression on his face, but there were turbulent waves hidden in his staring pupils.
All the people who looked around were all dumbfounded, as if their souls were out of their bodies.
Chen Feng was a little puzzled.
But just memorizing a poem, these people are shocked, what do you mean?
Just at this time.
Happiness!
Suddenly remembered a thunderous applause.
It was the gray-haired old man who took the lead in applauding.
"Miao, it's amazing!"
Everyone present also admired Chen Feng.
"Export is a chapter, extraordinary talent!"
"This poem is too awesome!"
"I am so talented at a young age, I dare not write poetry anymore."
"This poem is half of Fan's level, right?"
"More than half, I think the level far exceeds those poems written by Fan Lao!"
Chen Feng was almost stupid.
He just memorized a poem by Su Shi, so why did everyone present praise him for his talent?
He looked at Su Xinyao suspiciously.
Little Nanny looked at him with a fascinating expression, and her two crystal grape-sized eyes were full of admiration.
What exactly happened here?
Obviously it is an ancient poem that elementary school students would recite aloud, so how come these people seem to have never heard it?
Snapped
Snapped
Snapped!
The white-haired old man stood up while applauding, and said approvingly to Chen Feng: "Young man, your poem is really wonderful!"
A broad palm rested on Chen Feng's shoulder.
"Especially these last two sentences, if you want to make West Lake better than West Lake, light makeup is always suitable. This ethereal and appropriate metaphor perfectly outlines the charm of this lake."
"Senior, I didn't write this poem, but I recite it." Chen Feng explained truthfully.
But the white-haired old man seemed to have not heard Chen Feng's explanation.
He frowned, pointed at the lake in front of him and said to Chen Feng: "It's just that the name of the lake is East Lake, but what you wrote in your poem is West Lake. Where is West Lake? If you change it to East Lake, will it be more appropriate? ?"
The white-haired old man spoke very seriously, not as if he was joking.
Someone at the side agreed: "If you want to make Donghu better than Xizi, Fan Lao, do you want to change this Xizi?"
"Xizi." The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng and asked with a meaningful smile, "This Xizi, is your girlfriend?"
"Cough!" Chen Feng coughed and shook his head again and again, "Senior, Xizi is Xishi, a beautiful woman from Vietnam in the Spring and Autumn Period."
"Since it's not your girlfriend, if you change her to Dongzi, you should have no opinion?"
Want to compare Donghu to Dongzi.
Of course Chen Feng has no objection.
I'm afraid that Su Shi's coffin board of his old man can't be held down, right?
"Senior, I didn't really write this poem, I just recite it."
Chen Feng thought that the white-haired old man had never read this poem, and he reminded in a low voice: "This is written by Su Shi, "Drinking the Lake in the First Sunny and After the Rain". If you don't believe it, you can check it online."
The people around laughed.
"I checked it a long time ago, and there is no such poem on the Internet."
"Is it so difficult to admit that you wrote a good poem yourself?"
"Too low-key!"
"We Rongcheng are really literati. As a native of Rongcheng, I am proud!"
Everyone present was full of praise for this poem.
From the expressions on their faces, it was not like acting.
Chen Feng immediately took out his mobile phone and searched.
Damn it!
Surprised!
There is really no such poem on the Internet.
Even Su Shi couldn't find it.
After swallowing silently, Chen Feng hurriedly entered Li Bai again, but found that no such person was found.
Next came Du Mu, Li He, Li Shangyin and other great poets, and there was no information about them on the Internet.
Damn it.
Chen Feng remembered that he was only in a car accident, not a crossing. How did he wake up, these great poets in history no longer exist?
"Young man, your poem is really great. If I bring this poem to the Writers Association, it will definitely cause a sensation."
The white-haired old man smiled and asked: "Oh, yes, have you joined the Writers Association?"
Chen Feng shook his head: "No, I am not qualified."
"No, you have. With the poem you just wrote, the level is already higher than most of the authors in the Writers Association."
The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng and asked seriously: "Then I invite you to join the Writers Association, will you agree?"
"I?"
Chen Feng is a little doubtful about life now.
"Fan Lao is the vice chairman of the Writers Association. He invited you, that's your honor!"
"How many people want to join the Writers Association are not eligible, why are you hesitating?"
"Is it too hasty to join the Writers Association with just one poem?"
Su Xinyao stepped forward and said excitedly: "Brother Xiaofeng, it's a good thing to join the Writers Association, what are you hesitating?"
Chen Feng glanced at Fan Lao, and frowned slightly: "Senior, let me consider this matter again."
"Okay, give you time to think about it."
The white-haired old man sat down on the chair: "By the way, copy the poem you wrote just now and give it to me. I will bring it to the Writers Association. You have no opinion, right?"
Chen Feng shook his head: "Senior, you just want to be happy."
That was the case, but Chen Feng still had a lot of doubts in his heart.
He used Su Xinyao's mobile phone to search, and found that these great poets were also not found.
Is it possible that these great poets, who have been famous for many generations, and those well-known famous quotes, have disappeared from this world?
This is too nonsense, right?
"This poem was not written by this kid at all!" At this moment, an angry voice sounded.