Urban Shared Boyfriend System

As for the people in the audience, He Xuan's excitement and anger are on the rise!

If it wasn't for the violin playing and Mr. Zhong's Yu Wei, someone would have come up to drive He Xuan out.

"He Xuan! He Xuan! What do you want to do?"

Hearing that the poem He Xuan wanted to recite was not the "Rootless Water" she gave him, Qin Kelan was completely desperate.

She admitted that bringing He Xuan to the Poetry Association today was a complete tragedy.

However, in the next second, He Xuan's poem "flyed" in the entire auditorium.

He Xuan stared at the people in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and began to read in a deep voice:

"If I love you--

Not like a climbing lily flower,

Use your tall branches to show off yourself. "

Hey!

As soon as these three poems were read out, Hu Boyan's face turned green instantly on the stage.

Didn't the "Ling Xiao" he wrote just now use the climbing spirit of "Ling Xiaohua" as a metaphor for great love?

But when He Xuan opened his mouth, he directly described the climbing of "Ling Xiaohua" as a despicable act of "using tall branches to show off himself".

Face!

Chi Guoguo's face!

From the current point of view, these three sentences may not be so brilliant.

The sentences are plain and simple, just narrating.

but……

If you look at the echo of Hu Boyan's previous poem "Ling Xiao", these three sentences are like a slap, and it's the kind that slaps very loudly.

"No reason!"

Hu Boyan was so angry that his mouth was on the verge of twisting. The most aggrieved and intolerable thing for a person who writes and writes is to be teased and slapped in the face by others.

"Hehe! Brother Boyan, you are too petty. His three sentences are just an opportunity to mock you and show off his quick tongue. Why do you care so much?"

Liu Heng, another poet at the side, persuaded with a bit of schadenfreude.

He and Hu Boyan have always been friends and rivals, and he was naturally happy to see Hu Boyan being slapped in the face by He Xuan's poem.

However, after a pause for a few seconds, He Xuan's last three poems came out again.

"If I love you--

Never learn from infatuated birds,

Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade. "

puff!

This time, it was Liu Heng's turn to be so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Exactly the same as before, He Xuan slapped Liu Heng's "Flying Bird" in the face again.

"It's too much! It's too much. Even if he can't write poems, there's no need to use such plain words to satirize us, right?"

Liu Heng, who had just advised Hu Boyan to be bold, couldn't bear it this time.

But those poets who were sulking under the stage couldn't help their eyes light up when they heard these two poems by He Xuan.

"This Mr. He's poem is... interesting!"

The chairman, Yuan Bofu, tasted it carefully and nodded silently.

"Is this... a poem written by He Xuan himself on the spot? He... is really so brash, even the poems of two great poets, Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, dare to irony?"

Qin Kelan, who was anxious and disappointed, didn't know why, but was happy instead, because it fit He Xuan's personality in school so well.

If you are upset, you will immediately go back.

If you dare to speak against me, I will scold you.

I don't care what kind of king you are.

It's just that Qin Kelan really didn't expect that when He Xuan became so elegant in cursing, he actually started to write poems.

Although the poem he composed seems to be a bit...too vernacular.

However, right after that, He Xuan did not pause, and recited the poem "To the Oak Tree" in one breath with both voice and emotion.

……

"Do not,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as the image of a tree. "

……

After this passage came out, everyone present couldn't help but suddenly lifted their spirits.

Everyone knows poetry!

Upon hearing this, everyone completely understood what the title of the poem "To the Oak Tree" meant.

It turns out that this is actually a poem expressing love from "kapok" to "oak tree"!

And the "Lingxiaohua" or "Flying Bird" that He Xuan read earlier, or even "Sunshine" and "Spring Rain", are all reduced to "kapok" as a foil.

From this moment, accompanied by He Xuan's sonorous and progressive voice, the "warm, sincere and steadfast" love of "kapok" to "oak tree" came like a storm. .

……

"Every gust of wind passes,

We all salute each other,