Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 273 I would like to respect him as the Saint of Love

"Oh my god!"

"Begging for information from this guy! Does he have any other masterpieces?"

"Cao Badou writes a poem in seven steps, but he writes one poem in one step!"

The big dining room was in a frenzy. Almost all the male students turned into animals, howling, excited, and opened their eyes!

It turns out that pursuing a girl can be so unscrupulous.

It turns out that the power of love poetry is so powerful!

The female students were blushing and shy, and at the same time their hearts were pounding. Many of them opened their teeth slightly and silently muttered those words that shocked the soul——

"I see all life as grass and trees, but I see you as a green mountain."

"After meeting you, it's hard to move every step of the way."

"It's only when you look back that you realize that this is the human world."

Tonight's show focuses on a scene from the inside out, from head to toe, so that every hair on his body has to be knelt down to worship.

Li Jiankun himself had forgotten how many words Biao had just spoken. As he said, if this thing could be considered poetry, it would be best to assign him a recorder.

Xu Qing had an expression that looked like he had eaten a blowfly. His advantage was that he was quick to make quick wits, and his eyes were rolling.

To be fair, this old thief can't compose good poetry!

Who in the entire Yanyuan can understand him better than myself?

Sometimes the most touching thing is this... tenderness like water.

"Brother, it's not that you're not talented, you just haven't found anyone."

"You may miss me, or you may not miss me,"

If Xu Sunzi is not convinced, it's okay. There is no need for a referee. He will blast this guy to the point where he can't even utter a single word, let alone stutter.

In the Morning Society camp, the sentimental Shen Hongyi also burst into tears, her red lips pressed together, and she murmured: "Silent love, silent joy..."

Li Jiankun's deep and magnetic voice seemed to still be echoing in the large dining room and could not dissipate for a long time.

"Come into my arms,"

When have you ever seen poetry in him?

It is narrated plainly, just like describing the trivialities of life, showing that he is open-minded about love, yearning for it but not demanding——

The students below had red eyes, some with tears in their eyes, and they were talking a lot and were in high spirits!

Got it!

The girls put themselves into it, thinking, if this was written to her... why resist?

Besides, he's really good-looking.

Pure and thorough.

It was equally noisy down there.

On the stage, Xu Qingyou froze in place, his head buzzing.

How could this old thief have such talent?

"I, I, I...what's wrong with me? Pick you up!"

"You follow me, or you don't,"

Li Jiankun walked to the center of the stage, gathered his thoughts, slowly closed his eyes, and stopped being casual.

"If you don't come, you won't go."

He really wanted to ask the thief God: Is this a fucking poem that an old thief can write? !

I am always there. If you come, we are in love; if you don't come, please let me live in your heart.

He gave a heartfelt comment:

"Forgive me for my limited knowledge and knowledge. I only understand a hint of the artistic conception of this poem, but my eyes are already full of tears."

Buy the poem!

Hearing this, the referees started discussing seriously.

Deafening.

The love in it is like a trickle, endless, not agitated, not surging, but long-lasting.

He really wanted to find fault with this poem.

Well, he represents the May Fourth Society.

Of course, no matter how shocked they were, they could not be as shocked as Xu Qingyou, who was at the center of the explosion on the stage.

So this poem has a completely different temperament.

"or,"

Liu Jiangong said in astonishment: "This guy..."

"Judges, although it is a new-school poem, it cannot be without structure. Mine has at least several images. His poems simply express emotions, more like paragraphs of an article."

Cha Jianying, who is talented and has many titles, but has a loli face, has big, sparkling eyes.

"Senior Sister Shen, Jiankun was staring here just now. Was he looking at you or me?"

"Sword skills, please don't bother me. I'm not alive anymore. Let me cry once!"

"I would like to respect him as a lover!"

“Neither increase nor decrease.”

The professor of the Chinese Department smiled warmly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "In that case, come on."

It's as if the heaven and the earth are ending, but never ending.

"Love each other silently,"

In the middle of the referee's table, the professor of the Chinese Department was sighing. This kind of artistic conception is like a love bond that has experienced three lives. It is hard to imagine that it would be created by a Yanyuan student in his early twenties.

"It's just that, if someone else's can't count poetry, his can count? It's not that big of a difference, right?"

"Silence and joy."

"The love is there,"

"What do you mean it's not that big of a difference, it's better than him traveling thousands of miles away!"

"Not sad or happy."

On the referee's bench, the bosses are the closest and suffer the strongest impact.

"You see me or you don't see me,"

"I'm right there,"

At the same time, this is done out of respect for the poem.

<divclass="contentadv">The whole place was silent, and you could hear the needle drop.

"I only have one word, absolutely!"

Many students below were already in tears.

After Li Chun was stunned for a while, he looked surprised. He was not afraid of Jiankun's fierceness, but that he was not that serious. At this point in the competition, wouldn't that be an embarrassment to the poetry club?

But, I can’t choose...

He obviously occupies a great situation, but he doesn't care at all.

It's like drinking a cup of fragrant tea after drinking a pot of strong wine, how pleasant it is!

"Let me live in your heart,"

Most of the girls at the scene felt moved and distressed the more they tasted it, covering their mouths and bursting into tears.

If we say that "this love is across mountains and seas, even mountains and seas can be leveled", it is a kind of strong and fierce love, a kind of perseverance, and a kind of indomitable progress.

Unparalleled determination!

What a loyal confession of love.

"Smash his May [-]th Club's sign."

"The song "Life" and the word 'net' suddenly felt so meaningful!"

Poetry is complete.

In the Morning Club camp, Li Chun and others looked at each other in confusion.

The referees saved themselves the trouble and looked up at him one by one, Gao Luo was a little surprised.

"You love me, or you don't love me,"

"In my opinion, if the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? It's nothing more than that."

If this poem does not fit the mentality, it cannot express its true meaning.In his mind, scenes from the past life to the present life with Miss Shen, from acquaintance to parting, from never forgetting to meeting again... scenes kept emerging.

Chen Jiangong had mixed feelings in his mind. This situation was a disaster... Who would have thought that Brother Jiankun, an economist, could be so talented in terms of literary attainments?

"Another love poem!"

When Li Jiankun opened his eyes, he happened to see this scene and smiled knowingly.His eyes were also a little moist.

"It's hard to get off the tiger. You can't fight again and again. This guy named Xu has no good character and can't afford to lose."

Soul-stirring.

"Brother Chun, Jiankun doesn't brag."

Cha Jianying was really good-natured. As a referee, she cried loudly with her head held high, her two braids swaying.

"The love is there,"

A strong female hormone filled the air.

"Judges, there is no need to add up. I asked you before. You said that it is also called poetry. I just recited the above, which I usually write casually. In fact, I am not sure whether it is poetry. I have real poetry. ."

Li Jiankun glanced to his side, unconvinced?

That doesn't work.

"Why do I feel that this person named Xu doesn't want Bilian?"

"Never give up."

That's the true flavor of love.

Every time I read this poem, I get more emotional.

Someone next to me said, "Brother Chun, you deserve to be single for three years!"

Shen Hongyi: "..."

Okay, okay, this is stable.

Miss Cha's fuss brought everyone in the audience back to reality.

Xu Qingyou was agitated for a moment and kept praying: bad poems, bad poems, bad poems...

“This love is across mountains and seas, even mountains and seas can be equal!!!”

...

"Yincai!"

This is really true. He completely ignores his opponents and leaves no room for doubt.

"My hand is in yours,"

He stared at the old thief who came back with horrified eyes, "You, you, you..."

"Who is this girl? I beg you to be okay with him. I can't stand it anymore!"

"In terms of poetry, I am not as good as him. This poem is bound to become popular."

Geek!

On the stage, Xu Qing's face was ashen and his heart fell to the bottom.