The person who said this was the heavyweight judge of this event, Professor Wang Xin.
Not only was he a professor in the literature department of Bei Qing University, but he was also the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association.
"Professor Wang…you might not know this, but this student…"
The vice-principal looked troubled.
His expression was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.
Su Yun had single-handedly pulled down the failure rate of the entire Ning City University. The moment he opened his mouth, he could pull down the level of the entire poetry competition.
"Our competition this time is a platform for the vast number of poetry lovers to communicate. As an educational worker, we must know that a single branch is not spring.”
Professor Wang Xin spoke frankly.
"This student, boldly express your thoughts and recite your poem. True art is only for the sustenance of emotions. There is no distinction between high and low.”
The professor gave him an encouraging look.
Su Yun nodded and took the microphone. She took a deep breath and said,
"Since that's the case, then I'll make a fool of myself!”
Seeing that Su Yun was about to get serious, the students below the stage began to cheer and applaud enthusiastically.
"No way, no way, a super slacker really wants to write a poem!”
"When others say that it's humble to make a fool of yourself, he says that it's honest! That's really ugly!"
"This batch of people has a different brain circuit from others. I'm really afraid that he'll write some revolutionary poems!”
The school leaders below the stage were all sitting on pins and needles.
The vice-principal on the stage was even more prepared. He paid close attention to the situation and was ready to snatch Su Yun's microphone at any time to prevent him from messing up the competition.
"A few plum blossoms in the corner." Su Yun had already opened her mouth to recite the first line.
That's right, the starting point was the Song Dynasty's Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom.
The meaning of the first sentence was very simple. There were a few plum blossoms in the corner.
It was a neutral description.
"Ling Han, open it alone." Su Yun said the second sentence.
This second sentence gradually began to have some artistic conception, displaying the aloof temperament of the plum blossom.
"Hmm, not bad." Professor Wang nodded and wanted to continue listening.
"I know it's not snow from afar, because there's a faint fragrance coming.”
Su Yun said the last sentence in one breath.
" Hmm... This poem..." Professor Wang Xin did not comment on it easily. Instead, he savored it carefully.
This poem was only twenty words long, and the language seemed simple and plain.
However, if one were to read and appreciate it carefully, one would gain another understanding.
"In a secluded corner, it opens up alone without fear of the cold, giving people a faint fragrance and elegance…It also highlights its own persistence! Good poem, good poem!"
Professor Wang praised.
After Yi Yu heard this, she pursed her lips and said disapprovingly,"
"Professor Wang, I think this poem is ordinary. It's just a few plum blossoms in the corner. Most importantly, the theme of this poem was treading on the snow in search of plum blossoms. This poem did not highlight the snowy scenery, so it could not be considered a good poem at all.”
"Yes, I am. This poem is quite ordinary."
" There is indeed no description of the snow scene…"
When the other judges heard Yi Yu's words, they also exchanged their opinions.
Seeing this, Su Yun smiled disdainfully and said,"
"I don't think your standards are that good. You can't understand the snow scene implied in this poem, so I'll sing another more straightforward one.”
"Since the theme this time is treading the snow to find plum blossoms, in order to highlight the word 'search', I will write another poem, called' Early Plum Blossom.”
The audience was in an uproar. Su Yun, this slacker, was actually questioning the standards of the judges below the stage?
He was too arrogant.
Moreover, he wanted to compose another poem.
Su Yun casually recited,
"Ten thousand trees are about to be frozen and broken, and a lonely root is warm.
In the deep snow in front of the village, a branch bloomed last night.”
Professor Wang was silent as soon as the poem was out. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote the poem on the notebook in front of him.
Another judge beside him could not help but say,
"I can see that this student is quite talented. The poem was quite neat. The first line described the cold weather, and the second line described a plum blossom blooming in the snow.”
" In my opinion, the last sentence 'last night a branch bloomed' should be changed to 'last night a few branches bloomed.' Although only one word was changed, the picture is much richer…"
"Young man, poems should be repeatedly deliberated.”
But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Su Yun impatiently.
"Do you think you have the right to change this poem? Which one would make the plum blossom bloom earlier, a few or one? Don't I know better than you?"
The students below the stage were flabbergasted.
Wow, Su Yun was too fierce.
Not only did he not accept the judges 'opinions, but he even retorted directly.
The judge was instantly embarrassed. He slammed the table and said,
"What's wrong with you, young man? You're not humble at all. How old are you? I…"
"He's right." Professor Wang stood up and interrupted the judge.
"Using a branch here can indeed highlight the early blooming of the plum blossoms! He didn't expect that he would meet a true poetic talent in this competition! Student, what's your name?"
"Su Yun."
"Su Yun, your poems have a different kind of arrogance in them. They are all top quality works. At your young age, as long as you persist in developing your interest in this area, you will definitely be able to leave a deep mark in poetry!”
Professor Wang didn't hesitate to praise him.
This shocked everyone.
Was Su Yun's poem really that outstanding? Was it worthy of Professor Wang's high evaluation?
That's impossible. He's clearly a slacker.
Even writing an essay would get a zero out of the question. How good could writing a poem be?
Yi Yu felt even more unbalanced and blurted out,"
"I suspect that Su Yun's poem was plagiarized! He had failed all his subjects and was a complete slacker. How could he compose such a neat poem? He must have copied it!"
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned. Then, a wave of discussion erupted.
"Yeah, Su Yun can't have such talent.”
"He must have prepared it in advance!”
"He paid someone else to write a poem for the competition, right? Otherwise, with his personality, how could he take the initiative to participate in the competition?!”
"Yes! This is fraud and must be severely punished!"
Seeing that he had successfully steered the fishing boat, Yi Yu's expression was smug as he stared at Su Yun provocatively.
"How is it? Am I right? Are you speechless?”
Su Yun snorted and shook her head.
These two poems were taken from the Tang and Song Dynasties, a dynasty that this parallel world had never experienced before.
It had never appeared before.
"I can't be bothered to explain to you, trash. It's just two poems. Where did I copy them from? Where is it from?"
Yi Yu was speechless.
However, he did not give in easily and insisted,
"Anyway, I don't believe it, and neither do my classmates. If you're so capable, then write another poem to prove yourself!”
"What's so difficult about that? I can't do anything else, but I can write poems about you doubting life.”
Su Yun laughed and agreed.
"When I wake up in the morning, the mountains are covered in snow. The snow is clear, the clouds are light, and the sunlight is cold.
Eaves flow has not dripped plum blossom frozen, a kind of pure lonely not easy.”
This poem was 'After the Snow in the Mountains' by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty.
Professor Wang's eyes lit up.
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