go back to the past to be a singer

Chapter 247

"Modern poetry?"

Hearing Fu Weisheng's words, all the audience were stunned.In the first two levels, there was no distinction between modern people and ancient poetry, as long as one could write poetry, why did such a restriction suddenly appear in the third level.

Many viewers who have watched "Good Poetry of China" before don't know what's going on. The original intention of "Good Poetry of China" is to encourage Chinese people to write more poems and lyrics, and even wish to write ancient poems. The rules for writing modern poetry come out.

"I see. It must be that Fu Weisheng and the other three members of the Huaxia Poetry Association knew that Chen Ze was not very good at modern people, so they came up with this title. They must have changed the title because of this point." The audience woke up and said.

This audience is a fan of Chen Ze and likes Chen Ze's poems very much.He also has acquaintance with Chen Ze's poems, most of them are ancient poems, and there are very few modern poems.Therefore, he also thinks that Chen Ze may have a shortcoming in modern poetry, and Fu Weisheng and the others have obviously taken advantage of this shortcoming when they come up with this rule.

"It's actually like this, the people from the Huaxia Poetry Association are too shameless."

"Yeah, changing the rules again, and coming up with such a weird rule, it's obvious that they deliberately targeted Chen Ze to suppress him."

"Drunk, no matter how Chen Ze behaves in this session, I will never pay attention to any news from the Huaxia Poetry Association in the future. It is really shameless."

"Ann, it's not the first time. Now the people of the Huaxia Poetry Association are saying that I'm just so shameless, if you have the ability to hit me!"

Hearing that person's words, all the audience at the scene immediately understood Fu Weisheng's sinister intentions, and cursed one by one, feeling that they were a little too shameless.

Qin Lan and Zhang Jingning looked worried and looked at Chen Ze on the stage.I saw Chen Ze surrounded by these four pieces of rice paper, and after hearing Fu Weisheng's words, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"No problem." Chen Ze said, as if he didn't care about the condition of modern poetry at all.

"Okay, as expected of Chen Ze." Hearing Chen Ze's words, Fu Weisheng smiled, "The third link is because modern poetry is much simpler and less difficult than ancient poetry, so less time is required. Therefore, we must answer the four questions on the four pieces of rice paper within 5 minutes to pass the test."

Following his words, the four of them lifted the paper covering the rice paper, and then the title written on the four rice paper appeared in front of Chen Ze.

The camera captured all four pieces of rice paper and printed them on the big screen. Through the big screen, everyone saw four questions.

"Rainy days, literary dreams, everything, anti-war poetry! What are these topics?"

The audience was startled when Fu Weisheng said that he could answer all four questions within 5 minutes. He answered all four questions in 5 minutes, and it was a modern poem that Chen Ze was not good at at all. It was impossible to think about it.

As a result, four questions suddenly appeared on the big screen, and the four questions were placed around Chen Ze.Everyone felt that if it was themselves, surrounded by such four questions, their heads would probably be dizzy, and they would not have the strength to answer the questions.

Adding all of these together, everyone felt that this third session was too unfavorable for Chen Ze. Maybe Chen Ze would really fall in the third session.

The audience didn't see the topic clearly, and they already felt that Chen Ze's third session was difficult, or even difficult.

Fu Weisheng heard everyone's discussion, and looked at Chen Ze standing in the middle, with a smile on his face.In fact, he can put these four questions on the big screen or on the paper like the previous questions, and let Chen Ze answer each question one by one.

But Fu Weisheng felt that if that was the case, he might have stepped into Chen Ze's rhythm again.He deliberately designed to surround Chen Ze on all sides, making Chen Ze feel oppressed in his heart.

Coupled with modern poetry, there is still a 5-minute time limit, all these are unfavorable conditions for Chen Ze.With so many conditions added together, Fu Weisheng really couldn't believe that Chen Ze could really pass the third link.

"Where does it take 5 minutes?"

At this moment, Chen Ze spoke, and he moved.Holding a pen, I walked to the first piece of rice paper. There was a title printed on the rice paper. The title was just two words, rainy day.

This topic does not seem difficult, and it is similar to the second part, which is a poem with a proposition.But because the genre is limited to modern poetry, the person who wrote the question felt that it was definitely more difficult than the second level. Maybe Chen Ze couldn't even write his own question.

Therefore, after seeing Chen Ze approaching, a smile appeared on his face.But immediately, his smile froze on his face.He saw that after Chen Ze came over, he didn't even pause at all, just picked up a pen and started writing poems on the rice paper.

"how is this possible!"

This person was horrified, he estimated that Chen Ze was not good at modern poetry, how could he write poems so quickly, even faster than when he just wrote ancient poems.

Not only him, but all the audience were also shocked when they saw Chen Ze's actions.They all thought that Chen Ze was not good at modern poetry, but who knew they were slapped in the face by Chen Ze again.Everyone wanted to know what kind of modern poems Chen Ze would write.

The camera captured the poem written by Chen Ze and projected it on the big screen.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Long and long hesitation

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time
like a lilac,

Girl with sorrow! "

"Okay, I didn't expect Chen Ze to be able to write such poems."

"Yeah, I always thought that Chen Ze was not very good at modern poetry. Even if he could, it must be as majestic and earth-shattering as the ancient poems he wrote. Who knew that he could write such beautiful and subtle modern poems?" poetry."

"I was slapped in the face, and I was slapped in the face again. I really didn't expect that Chen Ze could actually write this kind of poem. He can be majestic, but also tactful and resentful. He is really talented."

Looking at the modern poems written by Chen Ze, everyone was amazed.At first, everyone thought that Chen Ze couldn't write modern poems. Even if he could write them, they must be as magnificent as his ancient poems.Who knew that when this modern poem came out, it was completely different from the previous poems of Chen Ze. It didn't have the grandeur of the previous poems, but it was very delicate and had a different kind of beauty from the previous poems.

These two kinds of beauty are equally good, and they are both very good.But it was actually concentrated on one person, which really surprised everyone.

"Chen Ze is really amazing." In the end, everyone thought this in their hearts and repeated the truth that they had known ten thousand times.

"In the lamentation of the rain,

faded her color,

Scattered her fragrance,

Dissipated, even her breath-like glance,

Lilac melancholy

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Chen Ze stopped writing and finished the poem on the first piece of rice paper.

Seeing the complete poem, everyone was even more amazed, and even immersed themselves in this poem, this lilac-like girl.Everyone thought that Chen Ze's poem was very well written. Using rainy days and rainy lanes as a metaphor for a lilac-like girl, the sad and sad emotions were vividly expressed.

It is unimaginable that a person who has written to ask the boundless land, who is in charge of ups and downs, can still write such a poem!
But before they could reply, Chen Ze walked up to the second picture again. Just like the first picture, he didn't even pause, and immediately started writing.

"This, this, how is this possible."

The audience and the person who asked the question were stunned. No one expected Chen Ze to be so fast, too fast, really too fast.It's incredible that even modern poems are so fast, without thinking at all, and immediately after writing one poem, you come to the next one.

Everyone remembered that the title of this second painting was Literary Dreams, and everyone wanted to know what poems Chen Ze would write on this second piece of rice paper.

The camera pointed at the second piece of rice paper, and following Chen Ze's movements, the second poem written by Chen Ze was projected on the screen.

"At that time, we had dreams,

about literature, about love,
About traveling across the world.

Now we drink late into the night,

The cups clink together,
It's all the sound of broken dreams! "

(End of this chapter)