Chapter 108 The Most Extraordinary Poem Under Heaven
Mutual longing?
Is the poem title interesting?
It's not funny at all!
It's over.
This person must be quite ill.
Everyone present was exhausted.
There should be limits to self-indulgence, and the occasion should be taken into consideration.
Little Li glanced at Cao Kang and Su Banshan, whose expressions were unnatural, and felt a chill run down his spine.
It's fortunate that this is just a fleeting life.
If it were anyone else, these two would probably have already turned their sleeves up, slammed their fists on the table, and left.
"Chairman Cao, Elder Su, what do you two think of this poem?"
Leonardo DiCaprio's lips twitched.
Idols, aren't they chaotic enough already?
These two are over a hundred years old combined. If we keep stimulating them like this, what if they accidentally pass away?
Please let me go!
Leonardo DiCaprio never expected this.
His idol, whom he admired so much, was actually like this in private!
Want to hear the truth?
Cao Kang put down his teacup and looked at Lin Rui with a strange expression.
Seeing Lin Rui's humble and attentive manner, he would normally have thought that Lin Rui was a promising student.
But at this moment, apart from his lips twitching, he did nothing else.
"Half-Mountain, you should speak."
Unable to bring himself to say it, Cao Kang passed the buck to Su Banshan.
The latter was taken aback at first, then his face darkened.
You bastard Cao Kang!
He's a real jerk, why should I play the bad cop?
Su Banshan hesitated, unsure of where to begin.
This poem is perfectly balanced in its parallelism, and there are not many flaws to be found.
If it were written by a junior scholar like myself, perhaps I would even praise it.
But the person before him was Xia Zhou Fusheng, whose words flowed eloquently and were always precious!
This kind of person is someone you should associate with as an equal!
Since we are of the same generation, this poem is somewhat lacking.
Of course, the occasion was also inappropriate.
If it's between friends appreciating each other's work, that's perfectly fine.
But now, they're judging who's the best in the world!
Is this the poem?
Su Banshan really wanted to say, "I dare to give it, do you dare to accept it?"
Aren't you afraid of being criticized and condemned by all the writers in Washington State?
What can't those writers do?
Just the foam at your mouth is enough to drown you.
But soon.
Su Banshan was probably thinking about how Fusheng had been denounced by the Huazhou literary community on Weibo not long ago, yet he was still brazenly talking nonsense in front of him.
I was speechless.
That's all.
Su Banshan is exhausted.
He really couldn't see anything special about the poem, so he simply passed the buck to Lin Rui.
"Fusheng, since you ask whether this poem is the most wonderful in the world."
"Why don't you tell everyone what makes it so special?"
Lin Rui smiled upon hearing this.
"It's not enough to just read this poem; you have to recite it."
"read?"
Both Su Banshan and Cao Kang wore smiles that seemed to show concern for people with intellectual disabilities.
Fortunately, he was well-mannered and managed not to lose his temper.
Is there a difference between reading and reading?
Cao Kang felt increasingly exhausted and covered his forehead: "Fine, read it aloud for me."
"good."
Lin Rui cleared his throat.
"The son remembers his father, the wife remembers her husband, and they keep a lonely vigil by the lamp all night long."
Leonardo DiCaprio: ? ? ?
Middle-aged person: ? ? ?
Leonardo DiCaprio's eyes widened.
What's going on?
Has my idol lost their mind?
The middle-aged man was already thinking of calling Li Donglai.
He was heartbroken.
At that moment, he felt a sense of admiration for Chen Bin.
Having stayed by this guy's side for so long, how come he hasn't passed away yet?
besides!
Where did this poem come from?
What you write on paper is completely different from what you write down!
In contrast, Cao Kang trembled as soon as he brought the warm tea to his lips.
He didn't even notice the tea stains splashing on his body.
At this moment, Cao Kang looked at Lin Rui in utter shock, and then his gaze shifted to the Xuan paper.
As for Su Banshan, he was even more direct!
He got up and walked to Lin Rui's side, lowered his head, and stared intently at the blue ink on the Xuan paper!
"The wild geese return late, but there is no news; the long-separated lovers are separated by a long road."
"Poetic rhymes are hard to compose, and wine cups are afraid of being empty."
"How many times have we met and visited each other? Now, separated by water and mountains, my eyes are weary from gazing into the distance."
Lin Rui continued reciting as if no one else was around.
However, the atmosphere at the scene was eerily frightening!
Little Li and the middle-aged man weren't stupid. After seeing Su Banshan and Cao Kang's unusual behavior, they also looked at the Xuan paper.
The two of them suddenly realized.
This is a palindrome poem!
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