What they said was too sickening!
Even if Ye Qingli wrote another good poem, it is not worthy of being praised!
Moreover, he is very confident in himself.
That poem was his pride as he spent a lot of time on it!!
It was originally intended to be presented during today's poetry meeting.
He was confident that even there wouldn’t be that many within the mainland that can compose something better.
Even if there was, it is impossible to be this little girl in front of him!
This is simply impossible!
Impossible!
He rushed forward and grabbed the paper in Mr. Duan's hand!
"Let me see what wonderful poem this is!"
"Hey!"
Chu Tian Ge slammed the table and stood up immediately.
"The one surnamed Guo, are you trying to do some underhanded trick!?"
Guo Bin stumbled and fell before Chu Tian Ge.
Chu Tian Ge's eyes were quick and he grabbed the paper in his hand.
She handed it to the old scholars around her.
"Read it!"
The old scholar took the paper from her hands and took a look at it. His eyes lit up suddenly and he read it aloud.
"The apes screech under the windy and clear day, the white birds circle and dance on the clear lake. The endless leaves wilted and fell, the incessant river flow restlessly. The autumn sorrow of always being a thousand miles away from home, the sickness of old age follows relentlessly. Hair tainted white from a regretful life, depravity, frustration, from a stopped wine glass."
After reading it, his hands kept shaking with paper as he praised loudly, "Such good poetry, it’s really good poetry! Being able to read such good poetry is worth dying for!"
Everyone present was silent!
Although Guo Bin's poem was not read out loud.
But they all know that Guo Bin's poems can no longer exceed this one!
Even if the previous two poems were not of the same level, at least they can still be compared.
But once this poem was revealed, nobody had the thought to contest it anymore!
A decisive blow!
It's a decisive blow!
Ye Qingli's facial expression was indifferent, a look of expressionless expression.
But in fact, she was laughing in her heart.
This blind idiot is looking for death!
What can he use to compete with her, poetry?
This is you simply digging your own grave - complaining that you lived too long!
Although she had no literary brain cells, she read 300 poems from the Tang Dynasty when she was a child!
That was the wisdom of the ancients from thousands of years ago!
She could randomly take out a few verses and they are enough to crush this Young Master Guo!
This was Du Fu's Seven verses, also known as "the verses that could crush the entire Tang Dynasty".
Does Guo Bin think that his tiny literary cells are able to beat me?
He can forget about it even if he was to live for 10 more lifetimes!
Everyone was speechless at that moment.
Even if they were blind and shameless, they cannot say that Guo Bin's poems were even better than this poem.
Furthermore, there were two fair old teachers who were making the judgments.
Obviously, Guo Bin has lost this match!
He clearly lost!
Guo Bin fell down on the ground on his butt, his face grey as ash.
He could not believe that he actually lost to a silly little girl in something that he was most proud of, poetry!
This was simply the biggest shame of his life!
Such shame!
"How could I have lost to you? That’s impossible, impossible ..."
He suddenly jumped up, his veins were popping out of his face, and he pointed at Ye Qingli, shouting at the top of his throat, "You must be cheating! Yes, you must have cheated!"
As if he discovered the New World, he shouted wildly, "These two poems were not made by you at all! You’ve copied it, you’ve copied it!"
No Comments Yet
Post a new comment
Register or Login