He almost remembered his comrades in the Dragon Team and his brothers in the Crazy Killing Legion.
That's right, almost, it seems that there are still people who haven't remembered it, as vague as that graceful figure...
In my previous life, I had another career as an entertainment star.
This is purely a personal hobby, one is to make some extra money, and the other is to conceal one's identity.
His name in the entertainment industry is Mu Feng, which is what Ming Xi calls Mu Feng. He finally knew why Mingxi in Xiaoxiang Pavilion looked familiar. Mingxi also existed in the world in his previous life, and he had a somewhat unclear relationship with her.
However, Luo Hua was deliberately ruthless. He had no feelings for her and only regarded her as a confidante.
In fact, he had several confidants in his previous life, but he only loved one person. That vague figure loomed in his mind again, and his heart ached more and more.
I haven't thought about it yet. How painful would it be if I thought about it? !
Chen Feng was suddenly afraid of thinking of this woman...
There are indeed many differences between the world in the previous life and this world. For example, in this Japanese country, in the previous world, they ignored the condemnation of world public opinion and discharged nuclear waste sewage into the sea.
"You Japanese people pretend to be righteous at the expense of the greater righteousness, and you still talk about etiquette. You are really hypocritical!"
Ono Jiji's face was livid with anger, "You Chinese people are shameless! If you can't compete with us, then use other means to anger us!"
Liu Qingming, who was sitting in the VIP seat in the stands, smiled slightly and thought to himself that this person was quite interesting. It was really a relief.
Xu Qing from the Ministry of Education, Xu Shiqi's father, touched his butt which was not healed after being kicked by Chen Feng last time, and his teeth itched with hatred.
Liu Qingming stood up and said, "The teacher from our school just said something inappropriate. I apologize to the Sakura School exchange group on his behalf. Let's get down to business and start poetry exchanges." Liu Qingming said to Chen Feng: "Please ask this Teacher, please take your seat."
Chen Feng then leisurely came to the square array of Qingming School and sat on the empty seat in the last row.
Mr. Onoji didn't dare to show off anymore, "The topic of my competition is to compose a poem based on my hometown."
The theme of hometown is indeed easy to do, but it is difficult to do it well.
Ancient poets loved to miss their hometown when they had nothing to do, so there were too many good poems, so it was even more difficult for future generations to surpass their predecessors.
A person from the square formation of Qingming School stood up and said, "I am Wang Hua, a teacher from Qingming School. I have a song."
The teachers and students in the stands applauded Wang Hua. Regardless of whether the poem was good or bad, at least he was the first to stand up.
"Teacher Wang, please read it."
Wang Hua read aloud:
Crossing the Hexian's house is like snow and mud, and walking up the mountain is just like a river.
Jingchuan passed by and Shuiping disappeared, and Yunshi was ruined and Ke was fascinated by the chess game.
Noisy croaking frogs and roaring foam, Fang Fei is eager to hear it.
There are emotions everywhere in my hometown, and many people come to visit when Guan is called.
"good!"
After Wang Hua finished reading, many people applauded him loudly.
Ono Jiji sneered: "This is called good, and this is also called poetry? It seems that you yourself have completely lacked study and study of the poems that you are proud of... Do you still think that the poems you write are better than his?"
No one stood up.
Wang Hua said to Ono Jiji: "Even if I don't do well, can your exchange group produce such a poem?"
Ono Jiji said to one person: "Sanada-kun, come here!"
A man in a suit with a stand-up collar stood up and walked proudly to the middle, "I have a song to read for you. Please give me your advice."
He read aloud:
The heart follows the southern clouds and disappears, and the body follows the northern geese.
How often will the cherry blossom trees in my hometown bloom?
"円西!" The people in the Sakura exchange group cheered.
Ono Jiji said: "In just a few sentences, you can express your homesickness. This is the essence of your Chinese poetry culture. You don't want to be complicated, just simple and elegant."
Wang Hua's face froze and he sat back down helplessly.
Ono Jiji chuckled, "Does anyone else have a better poem?"
The teachers and students on the stage all looked at their exchange groups, including the exchange group from Yuying School, in despair, hoping that they would quickly write good poems to combat the arrogance of the little Japanese ghosts.
But no one can stand up.
Of course, it’s not that no one has done it. First, time is limited and it’s not easy to write a good poem. Second, the Sakura School exchange group came well prepared and allowed them to come up with the topic first, so they naturally had a dominant advantage. The poem just now must have been written long ago.
Li Yan also regretted that she should not have asked them to ask questions. This was indeed too passive.
Ono Jiji suddenly looked at Chen Feng, "Humph, some people just talk and have no real ability at all!"
Everyone naturally knew that he was talking about Chen Feng, and everyone knew that Ono Ciji took this opportunity to avenge Chen Feng's rudeness just now.
But Chen Feng stood up and walked slowly towards Onojiji.
Ono Jiji took a few steps back, "You, what do you want to do! Do you want to take action after your words have failed?"
"Don't be afraid, man, I'm here to read poetry."
"You..." Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with a mocking look on his face, "You'd better stop reading it, there's no need to be embarrassed."
"I have composed several songs, and I think they are all better than yours, but I don't know which one is better."
"Haha..." Onojiji laughed loudly, "What a shameless statement!"
"You are so ridiculous!" Chen Feng looked at him disdainfully, "Sit down and don't be in front of me and affect my mood of writing poetry."
"Hachiya..." Ono Jiji almost cursed, but then shut up. He couldn't lose his etiquette.
"If you have a toothache and want to have your tooth extracted, go quickly!"
"I……"
It’s simply unreasonable! Ono Jiji sat back in his seat with a livid face.
Everyone in the stands laughed. Chen Feng was really interesting.
Chen Feng cleared his throat, "The first song!"
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Everyone gave him warm applause. This poem made the author feel depressed and lonely. Through the emotions of the festival, he could better understand the poet's longing for his hometown and relatives...
"Second song!" Chen Feng stretched out two fingers towards Ono Jiji, as if to say to him, "You are really good", which made everyone present couldn't help but laugh.
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Ono Jiji showed a look of shock and disbelief. This little poem has neither strange and novel imagination nor sophisticated and beautiful rhetoric; it only uses a narrative tone to write about homesickness, but it is meaningful and thought-provoking.
"good!"
"wonderful!"
"..."
Many people stood up and applauded Chen Feng.
"Here's the third song!"
Chen Feng continued to read loudly:
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
This song juxtaposes a variety of scenes to form a picture of an autumn suburban sunset, in which a wanderer riding a skinny horse appears on a desolate background. It reveals a sad mood and expresses the feeling of a wanderer wandering far away in the world. The sad and melancholy feeling of missing my hometown in autumn and being tired of wandering.
Everyone stood up, even the teachers and students of Sakura School opposite looked at Chen Feng on the court with great admiration. He was simply the god of poetry!
One song is more classic than the other!
There were many people from all walks of life at the VIP seats, including Song Ying'er, who represented the Song Group. She smiled softly, thinking that this sworn brother could only do limericks, but she didn't expect that he could really write poems, and he could do them well. Very good, better than those so-called poets.
Li Yue looked at the people on the court without blinking, as if every move he made and every word he said had magic power, making her addicted to it.
Although Chen Xiaomeng said it arrogantly, she felt a little proud in her heart.
In a corner of the auditorium, a woman wearing a mask showed brilliant eyes...
Liu Meiqi looked at the dashing figure on the field, and the image of Chen Feng more than ten years ago came to mind. He has not changed, he is still so talented.
Chen Feng looked at Ono Jiji coldly, "Mr. Ono Shinji, do I still want to read the fourth song?"
"It's the second time!" Ono looked unhappy, "You must be preparing poems about your hometown because you often write them. If not, let's change the title!"
Chen Feng secretly thought that there was no Tang Dynasty in this world, and he could just pick up three hundred Tang poems from his previous life, no matter what title he changed.
Chen Feng spread his hands and said, "Whatever, but how about we compete like this? You pick someone and we compete directly. Not only will we have to do better, but we will also have to do it faster!"
"this……"
"What? Don't you dare?"
"Let's compete with him!" A middle-aged man in his forties stood up and walked up to Chen Feng, "I am Sakura's Chinese language teacher, and I am also the vice president of the Japanese Chinese Culture Research Association, Koyama Kawaki. , may I ask this teacher’s name?”
"I am Chen Feng, a primary school teacher at Qingming School."
"I have met many Chinese poets, and Mr. Chen's poetry level is the highest among the people I have met." Koyama Kawaki showed admiration, "They are right, the real masters of China are actually among the people... "
Ono Ciji coughed dryly, "Little Tiger, you talk too much..." He pointed at the chrysanthemums placed in the auditorium and said, "The topic I am giving below is about chrysanthemums..."
"When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they have bloomed.
The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. "
As soon as Onojiji finished speaking, Chen Feng read it out.
"What a poem!"
"pretty!"
"..."
"What a city full of golden armor." Liu Qingming smiled and nodded. He didn't expect that Qingming School in Mingjiang City had such a talented teacher. It was like a poem!
Xiao Shanchuan had originally prepared a chrysanthemum poem, but it was so inferior to Chen Feng's that he was embarrassed to read it out.
"Second song!" Chen Feng stretched out two fingers towards Onojiji.
The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Everyone looked at Chen Feng not with joy, but with admiration. He could not only turn his words into poems, but he had done such a good job.
It’s so unreasonable, it’s like being possessed by the God of Poetry!
Ono Jiji and Koyama Kawaki were confused. Who is this person riding on the horse? Abnormal! How to do this! ?
