The strongest biochemical

Chapter 855 Shocking the audience
"Is this poem really written by you?"

Ye Siyan looked at Zhang Yifei incredulously, with a lot of surprises in her eyes, she couldn't believe that such a beautiful and gorgeous poem would come from such a rough mouth as Zhang Yifei.

"It's more real than cooking." Zhang Yifei was not at all ashamed of plagiarizing ancient works, patted his chest and said brazenly.

Although the hot dog was very angry with Zhang Yifei just now and wanted to tear Zhang Yifei to pieces, but when he heard the poem "Send the Wild Goose", he was deeply shocked by the gorgeous rhetoric of this poem. Compared with this kind of poems, the poems he recited before are really not at all up to par. Even he himself feels like... like a pile of shit. It's hard to believe that there are still people who can write poems like this in this world.

Ye Siyan didn't believe it, and her intuition told her that this must be a great poem that Zhang Yifei had secretly memorized somewhere, and it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Yifei to compose it. Look at Zhang Yifei's virtue, like a literati who can compose poems?
"I don't believe it!"

"You don't believe it? Lao Ye, this is really my original work."

"If you can compose another song, I will believe you!" Ye Siyan poked his forehead fiercely with her finger.

"Fuck, how difficult is this!"

Zhang Yifei's eyes are deep and his face is smiling, but he has the appearance of a literati and poet, "Brother can compose a poem in seven steps."

Seven steps to make a poem?

Ye Siyan was stunned by this sentence, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Zhang Yifei, don't pretend to be coercive in front of my old lady. If you compose a poem in seven steps, my old lady will be considered..."

The sound stopped abruptly, because Zhang Yifei had already taken the first step with his hands behind his back, and started to compose a poem.

"Seven steps of poetry, boil beans and hold them for soup, and drain the beans for juice; the beanstalks are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron; they grow from the same root, so why is it too urgent to cook?"

One sentence, one step, exactly seven steps.

Seven steps into a poem, and the diction is bold and unrestrained, with an open mind, and the last sentence is the finishing touch. It is a metaphor for relatives or friends attacking and making things difficult for each other. live!
"This guy, really..." Ling Xiu didn't know what words to use to describe Zhang Yifei. He could only say that he was cheating. He even memorized Cao Zhi's "Seven Step Poems" in junior high school.

"Clap clap~"

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, applauding enthusiastically and applauding endlessly.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Compose a poem in seven steps, and it is a wonderful poem with strict rhythm and profound meaning. This is simply a ghost in the literary world."

"I didn't expect that there would be such a talented literati among the challenge madmen. How did his brain grow, and how could he be so smart?"

Countless people who are somewhat interested in literature said from the heart with great admiration.

The members of the competitive pirate group have already shut up. The poems written by Hot Dog and the poems written by Zhang Yifei can be distinguished as soon as they are good and which are bad, and there is a difference between heaven and earth. They are now a little worried about Zhang Yifei just now. Feeling ashamed of being rude.

"Uncle, oh no, master, your lord has forgiven me a lot for my rudeness just now, from now on, you will be my hot dog's master!"

Hot Dog was deeply impressed by Zhang Yifei's talent, and couldn't wait to worship Zhang Yifei as his teacher, but when he thought that he was still competing, he forcibly resisted the urge and continued to stay in the frying pan.

"The one next door to Spicy, since I'm called Master, why don't you hurry up and kneel down to brother?" Zhang Yifei cursed in his heart.

But this kind of thought can't be said out loud, otherwise it would be equivalent to admitting the crime of intentionally luring the hot dog to jump out of the frying pan. He smiled and said, "My good apprentice, I will recite another song of my brother's fame for you as a teacher. This time it’s not a poem, but a word.”

Everyone held their breaths, pricked up their ears, and looked at Zhang Yifei without blinking. Their faces were full of anticipation. Even Ye Siyan, who firmly did not believe in Zhang Yifei at the beginning, had twinkling eyes at this time, full of appreciation. .

"Independence and cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Juzizhou Island. Seeing the mountains are all red, and the forests are all dyed... Ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs?"

It was just the beginning, and everyone present felt a majestic atmosphere, the demeanor of a general galloping on the battlefield.

"Even Mao Zedong's words were used."

Ling Xiu showed a rather complicated smile, and now he has to admit that Zhang Yifei is a talent.

"... Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick, just a classmate who was a young man, and he was in full bloom; he was full of bookishness, and scolded Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating the writing, the dung and dirt were once tens of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stopped the flying boat?"

After the word was finished, the whole square fell silent.

Shangyu depicts a colorful and vibrant picture of Jiang Hanqiu, and uses the scenery to express emotions, showing a broad mind. The country is used to point out, and the words are used to inspire.

Indescribable domineering, indescribable courage, indescribably passionate!
Such words can no longer be used to describe its beauty, its beauty, and its aura...

"Is this really a poem? Why do I see a huge country in front of me?"

"Who is this guy with thick lips? How could he have such a majestic spirit?"

"I don't think there is any other word in the world that can surpass this one, it's amazing."

Everyone present was deeply impressed by Zhang Yifei's song "Qinyuanchun? Changsha". I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Cai Ziyan was dumbfounded. The four people she received today will be unforgettable for her life. Wu Neng went to the guillotine and the oil pan, and Wen Neng's three poems conquered thousands of people. Where did such a combination come from?
Ye Siyan was also stunned, staring at Zhang Yifei in a daze.

Zhang Yifei enjoyed the envious, admiring and respectful eyes all around him. He flicked the bangs on his forehead and thought, "Brother finally pretended to be coercive. This feeling is really cool!"

"Whoa~"

There was a sound of splashing liquid.

But the hot dog in the frying pan couldn't control his admiration for Zhang Yifei anymore, jumped out of the frying pan, rushed to Zhang Yifei like a gust of wind, knelt on the ground, hugged Zhang Yifei's thigh tightly with both hands, Respectfully shouted: "Master, I am convinced, I am completely convinced. Compared with you, those poems I wrote are just a pile of shit, no, they are not even as good as shit, Master, please be sure If you teach me, I also want to become a great poet like you, Master."

Although he looks big and thick, he has a special liking for poetry. Zhang Yifei's attainments in this area are the pinnacle for him. Where does he have any sense of disrespect, his eyes are full of almost crazy worship.

"Ha... Lao Ye, you lost!"

Zhang Yifei showed his true colors, and shouted at Ye Siyan excitedly.

At the same time, Ling Xiu jumped down from the oil pan and landed firmly on the ground, bringing out a large amount of hot oil.

(End of this chapter)