Now we'll see this guy make a fool of himself.
This will also let Li Qingshu see clearly that this kid is nothing but a pretty face.
Chu Yang had already walked to the podium, glanced at the two of them with a half-smile, and then slowly said to the audience, "I don't know much about writing poetry."
Everyone was taken aback, wondering what he was doing up here.
Yi Tiesheng and Gao Shou smiled even more broadly.
“However…” Chu Yang changed the subject, pointing to the blackboard: “If this thing is also called poetry, then I can write a few lines.”
Everyone was stunned again. What was this guy talking about? He called the president's poem this kind of thing? And he was implying that it wasn't even poetry?
This enraged the veteran members. Before Yi Tiesheng could even speak, someone loudly questioned, "If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense. If you can't write, then get out of here. How dare an outsider like you presume to comment on the president's poems?"
"Yeah, if you can't write, then go downstairs. What's a photographer doing here causing trouble!"
"You say you can spout a few lines? Then show us what you can do!"
Chu Yang, however, remained calm and composed: "Then I will use my presumptuous comments to write a poem."
He didn't want to cause trouble, but these people insisted on putting themselves in a position to get slapped, so he wasn't going to be polite.
It's not that he can actually write poetry. In fact, whether it's classical or modern poetry, it requires a very strong literary foundation. The words are full of emotion and imagery, making people want to read them again and again and savor the lingering charm.
But when he saw the two modern poems on the blackboard, supposedly the president's masterpieces, he immediately knew that the poetry club's level was really not that great.
Just like Han Han said, isn't it better to put a sentence properly on a line? If you don't even know how to use punctuation, you have to first make your brain cramp up, then break the sentence down and crumple it up, and then randomly slap it on a piece of paper, hey, the poem is done.
Just like the poem written by this club president, it's really cramped:
That day
I passed by you
Window
That instant
Nothing in the world can compare
A quarter of your exposed
Zhang's face
Chu Yang really wanted to ask him, "How can you be so sure that she only showed a quarter of her face at that time? Did you measure it with a ruler and calculate the area?"
Besides, everyone knows how to use the line break and Enter key.
Here's one for you.
He immediately picked up the chalk and began writing quickly in the blank space on the blackboard.
The students below were surprised. They'd actually started doing this?
Seeing that a line had already been written, someone started reading it aloud.
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