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Chapter 125 Liu Nishang's Prose Poetry

Zhang Bingling's face turned cold: "Do you want to get that gold-plated rose? Although it's not worth much, it's quite meaningful."

Li Ze was speechless and could only laugh dryly: "I'm not entirely happy with that gilded rose, it's worthless."

"Oh!"

Zhang Bingling agreed, then stopped talking, and lowered her head to think about something.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Li Ze didn't think much about it, and then turned to talk to Haiming and the two of them: "Haiming, I haven't eaten yet, we'd better have a barbecue later."

"You have the final say, anyway, you treat."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"I'm poor. Didn't you listen to what Old Xu said? In my dreams, I always said that I would wear a pair of underpants for a month."

"Isn't your father the president of a certain animation company? By the way, speaking of which, which animation company is your father the president of?"

"Haha, I won't tell you."

"..."

The host gave the opening speech for a while, and then Liu Nishang walked out of the group of writers' associations, gave Li Ze a disdainful look, and walked towards the stage.

At this time, the host said: "Then we will invite Liu Nishang, nicknamed Yanjing Shixian, to come on stage and write the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem for everyone."

There was thunderous applause, and everyone was looking forward to Liu Nishang's wonderful performance.

After Liu Nishang took the stage, he first greeted his classmates, then suddenly changed the subject, and the atmosphere became colder:

"Well, I was originally good at making Qijue and Wujue, but today I heard that Li Ze will also participate. Li Ze seems to be better at prose poetry, so I won't talk about Qijue, I will also make a prose poem."

Contempt, Chiguoguo's contempt!
Sure enough, Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. In this way, no one is convinced by the saying.

There was an uproar in the audience, Liu Nishang actually wanted to write a prose poem?Is he giving in to Li Ze?
"Isn't this crazy? He wants to give up ancient poetry and write prose poetry instead?"

"I haven't heard of Liu Nishang's prose poems yet. I'm really looking forward to it."

"In this way, he seems to be more skilled, and Li Ze is a bit dangerous."

"Isn't this bullying?"

"Isn't it a little too arrogant? This is obviously going to be against Li Ze."

"Forget it, let's listen to his prose poems first, it's rare to see."

"..."

The judges also looked at each other, not knowing what to do.Xu Changhong whispered to Jiang Yuqing, "Will Nishang fail to come to the stage? What if Li Ze also wrote a prose poem? Wouldn't Nishang become a clown?"

Jiang Yuqing scoffed disdainfully: "You think Nishang is too simple. Besides, Nishang has given up what he is good at. If Li Ze still brazenly writes prose poems to deal with Nishang, then he is called a clown. Even dare not challenge."

"Oh, the neon clothes are a little too big."

"Where is it so big? Why didn't I see it? Although I don't like prose poetry very much, I still want to hear it made by Nishang."

"..."

Liu Nishang was on the stage, and after the uproar had completely subsided, he raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, and read:

Put Gui Ying on the ground.

Rub the sweet-scented osmanthus into the night.

Deep affection and sweetness, closely dependent on each other.

This is the moment when the moon and osmanthus are in love with each other in this night.

I stood under the moon, just looking at the round moon.

Then, the autumn wind was rustling, and a dark cloud rolled over, covering the moon.

Then, the night was as black as the moon, and the moon was gone, leaving the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the place where nothing could be seen, faintly fragrant.

I was thinking, I was waiting, will the moon come again?
……

Liu Nishang finished reading, but the audience fell silent, and everyone's hearts were filled with gloom, and they couldn't be calm for a long time.

This is a sad poem, a modern poem that makes people feel sad, not a single word of farewell is mentioned, but the whole body only expresses the meaning of farewell.

They seem to have figured it out, the love between the moon and the sweet-scented osmanthus was torn apart by the dark clouds.They seem to have seen the desolate scene of sweet-scented osmanthus swaying in the wind, standing alone in the night, fragrant.They seemed to see the helpless feeling that the moon was covered by dark clouds, and they couldn't see the sweet-scented osmanthus, and they couldn't get out.

Very realistic!

For a long time.

Liu Nishang, who was intoxicated by herself on the stage, smiled and bowed silently.

Only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief, feeling lost.

Jiang Yuqing was very excited: "Good poem, good poem, this poem written by Nishang... oh, it's great, I can guarantee that Nishang can far surpass Li Ze in the field of modern poetry."

Xu Changhong couldn't stop touching his bald head, and sighed all over his face: "I'm a little worried, the younger generation is so tyrannical, how can we have a place to stay?"

"Haha, you're right, we're getting old."

"..."

The poem is very sad, but well written.Li Ze does not deny the literary, artistic and profound artistic conception of this poem at all.

There is nothing to criticize about this poem. Li Ze's attitude towards this poem is all praise.

Liu Nishang came off the stage, gave Li Ze a disdainful look, and then returned to the camp of the Writers Association.

Then, a member of the Writers Association was called to the stage, and also began to compose Mid-Autumn Festival poems, this time a Qijue poem.But the effect was far less good than Liu Nishang's modern poems, so after reading it, he didn't let the judges comment on it, and said that it was better to eliminate it.

Haiming looked at Liu Nishang's attitude, and murmured, "What's so great about that, using sadness to gain sympathy, I can make this kind of modern poetry, look at his awesome appearance."

Xu Jing also continued, "That's right."

Li Ze laughed and said, "You guys are wrong. His modern poem is really good."

"How can you praise the enemy? Seriously."

Haiming muttered unhappily.

Li Zeyi shrugged: "But I have to admit that his poem is really good."

"Oh? Do you think it's good too? Haha."

A voice came.

The three raised their heads, but at some point, Liu Nishang had already stood in front of Li Ze, looking down at Li Ze.

Although Li Ze praised the poem, he had no good impression of Liu Nichang. He actually wanted to marry Shi Qing?I can't bear it...Well, although I don't seem to like Shiqing, I just can't bear it!

"Yes, poetry is good, but people are not!"

Li Ze shrugged and said.

"you……"

Liu Nichang was furious, then he laughed and said: "Oh, really? I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, can we meet the real chapter? If you don't accept it, you can also write a modern poem."

After saying that, Liu Nishang looked at Li Ze with contempt.

Li Ze understood what he meant, he just said: I am good at Qijue, but in order to cooperate with you, I use my short board and your long board to compete with you.I am letting you go.As long as you also write a modern poem and use your long board to overcome my short board, then you will win.

Similar to the lines that often appear in martial arts movies: As long as you can persist in my kung fu for a stick of incense, I will accept you as an apprentice.

(End of this chapter)