Chapter 577 Fighting Poems With Me? You Sure?

There is no light in the city that never sleeps,

Outside the city that never sleeps, the moon is like frost.

Sleeping at night in the city of moonlight,

Fragrant lotus snow cold snow lotus fragrance.

As soon as the poem by Master Mi came out, it immediately aroused applause.

"Good poem! Really good poem!"

"It is most forbidden to use repeated words in the poem, but this poem boldly breaks through the limitation, using three 'no nights' in a row in the first two sentences. Not only does it not feel strange to read, but it is catchy and easy to remember. "

"The last two sentences are even better. It adopts the palindrome format, and it is exactly the same whether it is read in front or in reverse."

"The four sentences are linked together, and what is written is the situation in and outside the city that never sleeps at night."

"One month, one snow, one snow lotus, three kinds of images perfectly outline the poignant and deserted scene inside and outside Moonlight City."

"The first three are all perspective perceptions, and the last sentence suddenly turns to smell. The whole picture immediately becomes three-dimensional."

"The last sentence is really a stroke of luck."

Not only the other savage dragons, but even the Master Mi had a smug look on his face.

In all honesty, this poem today is one of the best poems in his life.

Originally, it was just a test, but I didn't expect that I was blessed with the soul, and suddenly made such a high-quality work.

How could this not make him proud?

It seems that this time, it is stable.

Sometimes inspiration is a flash of inspiration.

There are many poets in history, most of the time, they are mediocre and very mediocre.

Occasionally, when I have a flash of inspiration, I write such a poem and it will be remembered by people.

This is called inspiration.

Just now, I suddenly burst into inspiration and made such a superb work. No matter how powerful this kid is, it is impossible for him to surpass himself.

The wild dragons around were still talking.

Today this kid is sure to lose.

Even a barbarian dragon began to shout arrogantly:

"Boy, let's admit defeat as soon as possible."

"If you can win the Master of Rice today, I'll take off my broken shoes and eat them."

There is also a wild dragon, very proud:

"Boy, how is this poem? Comment on it."

That smug look, as if he made the poem himself.

Wen Zilong glanced at Scholar Nami.

I saw a slight smile on the face of Master Mi, and said:

"Your comments, I am all ears."

Having said that, he doesn't seem to be listening.

Instead, it's like showing off.

It's like a parent of a primary school student saying to others, "My child, this exam is too bad. He didn't get 98 in two subjects."

It seems to be scolding the children, this group is obviously proud of it.

Don't you know that the children are probably complaining in their hearts at this time: I am 100 for one and 97 for two, which is too bad? Why don't you go to heaven? If you have my level when you go to school, I don't have to suffer with you now.

Wen Zilong understood what he meant and smiled lightly:

"Trash, it's trash after all."

As soon as these words came out, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

Master Nami's expression turned cold.

His own proud work was actually called garbage by the other party?

The wild dragons at the scene, after being quiet for a while, suddenly broke out a burst of scolding:

"Poems like this are called garbage? You don't have long ears?"

"It's not that he doesn't have long ears, it's that he doesn't appreciate it at all. The level of appreciation of this guy hasn't reached here yet."

"It's okay if you don't appreciate it, but if you don't appreciate it, you casually call other people's poems rubbish. That's his fault."

"I didn't say anything, it's a complete idiot, why are you talking so much nonsense with him?"

Senior scholar Nami stared closely at Wen Zilong:

"My poems are garbage, dare to ask where is the garbage?"

Wen Zilong sneered:

"Scenery is temporary, only emotion is eternal. If a poem only writes the scene over and over again, no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric or the novel form, it will eventually be forgotten. Only by borrowing the scenery to express emotions and blending the scenes can achieve an immortal masterpiece. By this standard, you dare to say that this poem of yours is not rubbish?"

Senior Nami just started, and his eyes were full of coldness.

But after listening to Wen Zilong's words at this time, the chill all over his body suddenly subsided.

Like a banana that was ruined by time's pig-killing knife, it wilted.

It is the first time he has heard of this kind of saying.

Looking at their entire literary history of Tuplea, there is no such thing as a lyrical statement.

However, what this barbarian dragon said sounded very reasonable.

Only by incorporating sincere emotion into the poem can the reader be moved.

Gorgeous words, beautiful imagery, it's just the looks.

Emotions are internal.

A savage dragon who has only gorgeous appearance without inner beauty will not last long.

After all, beauty fades away.

But a beautiful heart, a beautiful spirit and quality will always be remembered by people.

After figuring this out, the light in the eyes of Senior Nami began to flicker.

Just relying on the fact that the other party pointed out his own shortcomings and said a set of theories that he had never heard of, but was very reasonable, he had already conceded defeat in his heart.

However, the fact that the other party defiled the Holy Land was unforgivable.

I can't just let him go.

Let him go, how to explain to these people at the scene?

How do you deal with the mayor?

The savage dragons at the scene were not as knowledgeable as the Masters of Rice.

It won't be as transparent as the Master of Rice.

Although they also felt that Wen Zilong's words seemed to have some truth, but in this case, they naturally couldn't admit defeat.

They were still shouting:

"This is the proud work of Master Mi, dare to call it garbage?"

"I think this guy is here to make trouble."

"Sure enough, there is nothing good for outsiders."

"In any case, he must not be let out of the city that never sleeps today!"

Just amid the roars of everyone, Master Mi finally moved.

He stretched out his hands and pressed it.

Instruct everyone to be quiet.

The voices of the crowd calmed down.

Master Rice said:

"Since he said my poems are rubbish, let's see how his works are. If it's not as good as the rubbish I made, then it won't be too late for us to keep him."

When everyone heard this, they all nodded:

"Master Mi is right!"

"Sure enough, it's still Mi Da Shi who has the bearing."

"If it were me, I would have given him a big mouth. We really can't compare with a university enquirer like Master Mi."

"Just listen to what bullshit he has."

"Anyway, no matter whether his works are good or bad, it's fine if we don't applaud?"

"Yeah, this guy has such a bad character, so what if the work is good? Everyone won't applaud at that time, let's see how he ends up."

"Whoever applauds and applauds, just can't get through with me."

"That's right, whoever applauds is the grandson."