I Truly Am The God of Learning

Chapter 310 One after another

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light!

Everyone looked at the poem that suddenly appeared on Weibo, and the whole person was stunned. They looked at this poem in a daze, over and over again!

In an instant, their goosebumps all exploded, and many people shivered involuntarily.

A poem that shocked the whole network!

Those from the Writers Association were stunned when they saw the first sentence.

Huang Lihua and Vice Chairman Shi were also stunned on the spot.

Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees. More blowing, stars like rain.

The first sentence is about the wind, and the writing is excellent, vivid, and the scenery is written with the wind, which is very beautiful.

For a while, the entire Weibo seemed to have stopped. Suddenly, there were no comments. I didn't know.

They seem to have all arrived in the poem. In the lively market, a beautiful woman walks along the crowd. Everyone is looking for it. The first thing they need to look for is the figure of the beautiful woman, but it is not available. Dimly lit.

What a beautiful mood this is!

Obviously it's just a poem, but everyone can't help but feel that it's a story.

Whoa!

After finally breaking free from the artistic conception of the poem, the entire Weibo exploded.

【good words! 】

【Fuck! What the hell! 】

[What a masterpiece, what a good word. 】

[Although I don't know poetry, but I know, this is really good! 】

【The pen of the gods, the pen of the gods! 】

【Fuck! I was just excited, and I kept thinking about giving a reward, only to realize that there is no reward button, day! 】

...

At the same time, Wan Yun of Jingcheng University was also shocked.

Is this really a student of our Jingcheng University? My students can actually make this kind of word, God will never die for my Chinese literature!

The comments on Weibo have been like fireworks, one after another, the number of likes has increased by thousands in one second, and even the Weibo has been temporarily paralyzed.

How good this poem is, most people can't appreciate it.

However, those from the Writers Association knew that this poem was really well written. The scenes, characters, and stories were completely portrayed. It was several times better than the poems Ye Lingchen had written before.

This was Ye Lingchen's first time writing poetry seriously. In an instant, he conquered everyone. It could be described as impeccable, and it could be classified as a classic!

All the people from the Writers Association stopped talking, and even wanted to go offline.

Novel Y, what kind of person is this?

This kind of word was made on the spot, is this guy still human?

But soon, someone discovered the words on Ye Lingchen's Weibo, the first song!

【Fuck! The first one? ! Should Y continue to write poetry? 】

【Brilliant! There won't be a second one, will it? Wait! 】

The next moment, the second song has been released.

"The second song, write the month."

""Mochizuki Huaiyuan"

The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover resents the night, and the lovesickness rises in the evening.

The candle is extinguished with pity, and the clothes are full of dew. It is unbearable to give it away, and it is a good time to sleep. "

Quatrain!

It's a quatrain again!

The first sentence captured everyone's heart!

The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

This poem is about parting, pinning our thoughts on the bright moon, relatives who are separated by the end of the world, and sharing the same moonlight, so close to the end of the world, nothing more than this.

[I cried, thank you Y for writing such a good poem, thank you! In fact, I work outside all the year round, and I haven't come home for a long time. 】

[Upstairs, me too, I miss the feeling of my hometown. 】

[Wuwuwu, I have made an appointment with my wife to enjoy the moonlight tonight, so it is equivalent to being by my wife's side. 】

However, everyone is still sighing, the third song is coming!

"The third song, writing flowers."

""The Endless Fu Ju"

When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The incense in the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. "

When this poem came out, everyone was even more shocked.

Just because the style of this poem is completely different from the previous two.

The first two songs are either graceful or parting, but this one feels domineering, unparalleled domineering!

With such a turning point, everyone almost didn't get used to it.

This poem is domineering and awe-inspiring from beginning to end. It can be said that every word and sentence is shocking.

What a pride, what a confidence, to write this poem!

[I suddenly feel that this poem is writing Y himself, I don’t know if you have this feeling. 】

[The first thing that came to my mind was Y, didn’t you realize that after Y started to write poetry, the group of people in the Writers Association didn’t dare to speak. 】

[Fuck, it really is! This is domineering and arrogance that comes from the bones! 】

"The fourth song, Snow."

Ye Lingchen paused for a while, but this time he smiled, suddenly having some bad taste.

He uploaded it separately, the first sentence, "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

Um?

Everyone was stunned, this kind of beginning is very common.

"Five, six, seven or eight."

[What is this, counting? 】

Ignoring everyone, the third sentence has already come out.

"Thousands of thousands of countless pieces."

This time, everyone couldn't sit still.

[Y, why did you suddenly look at those writers' association members? do not! 】

【Fuck! It's over, it's over, Y's poems are starting to hurt his eyes. 】

[Is Chinese literature inferior to despair? Do not……】

However, the fourth sentence.

"Flying into the plum blossom will never be seen."

boom!

Everyone's brains were buzzing, and it was unexpected that the last sentence could revive the entire poem.

This poem is not so brilliant, but it is simple and simple, without losing the charm, and it can be regarded as an alternative classic.

【Brilliant! I knew Y wouldn't let me down. 】

[The finishing touch, this is the real finishing touch! 】

[Great talent, real great talent, just do whatever you want! 】

[Hahaha, did you notice that the poems written by Y were written in response to the few poems that Huang Lihua praised just now. 】

【It really is! Fenghuaxueyue, hahaha...]

[I take the liberty to ask, Mr. Huang Lihua, is this wind still soft? Is this flower still beautiful? Is this snow still white? Is this moon still bright? 】

...

I wrote four poems in a row, and each of them can be called classics. I didn't have any preparations before, and they all relied on the spot.

It is enough to be proud of someone else's ability to write a good poem for a lifetime, but he is good, one after another, as if he doesn't want money, it's a blast!

Terrible, so terrible!

All the people in the Writers Association became dumb, and then they started deleting Weibo.

The poems that he had made were beyond his grasp, and they couldn't compare to Ye Lingchen's. He really couldn't afford to lose him.

Huang Lihua even deleted the Weibo that scolded Ye Lingchen before. Ye Lingchen's level has far surpassed that of most people. If this is still not literary level, then no one in the whole China can have the level.

Where the hell is this freak that popped out of, it's too perverted, I can't afford it, I really can't afford it...

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