The Prodigal Son of the Empire

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"Your words are exaggerating a bit."

"Hmph, did you think that Young Master Kang could deal with those strange couplets before? You can't use common sense to deduce him,"

"It's exhausting, Wang Kang is dead!" Su Cheng said grimly.

"Yes, seeing him pause at this moment is enough to explain everything!" Several people gritted their teeth.

Wang Kang's repeated performance was to give them a slap in the face, especially Su Yu, who was even more humiliated...

Even their complexions were dull, so they wished that Wang Kang could make a fool of himself!

At this very moment, Wang Kang stood in front of the table, spread out the paper, dipped the pen in ink, and started writing!

While writing, he was still reciting softly.

When you are old and gray and sleepy,

Taking a nap by the fire, please take down this poem,

Wang Kang read a few lines, which made everyone startled. It doesn't seem like poetry.

"Is this writing an article? It seems quite artistic,"

"I don't know, let's keep listening."

Read slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,

Recalling their heavy shadows in the past;

Wang Kang recited two sentences again, and the expressions in people's eyes were even more puzzled.

Now it can be confirmed that this is a poetic style that has never been seen before, vaguely similar, but not like,

"Haha, this is also called poetry, it's just nonsense," Su Cheng laughed.

How many people love your happy hour of youth,

I adore your beauty, fake or true heart,

Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Wang Kang ignored the commotion next to him, and read a few more sentences in a row, which immediately made everyone startled, a feeling of inexplicable and unclear, welling up in their hearts!

Four sentences in a row, in an instant, the emotion has been sublimated!

Hanging his head, beside the red shining stove,

Speaking of the passing away of that love in a sad voice,

It paced slowly on the hill above it,

There is a face hidden among a group of stars.

At this point, the whole poem is over, but people are already sluggish, as if they are immersed in the scene depicted in the poem.

These words are very straightforward, but also very cryptic, and the feelings expressed are also very sincere.

when you are old...

This in itself is an excellent starting point, simple and warm, but after a few words, such a picture appears in people's eyes.

winter with snowflakes,

Two old men with white hair and wrinkled faces are snuggling in front of the fireplace...

The picture is quite strong.

But the only thing people don't notice is that this doesn't seem to be poetry, because there has never been such a poetic style.

Moreover, in these words, what is written is too straightforward, directly expressing love.

In ancient times, it was very reserved and feudal. In the eyes of some old-fashioned people, this kind of writing is beyond the etiquette!

In the presence, there were many literati and scholars, all frowning, especially Su Tai!

But after all, it was Wang Kang's big wedding day, so he restrained himself.

"What kind of poem is this?" Han Yuanyun asked in a daze.

"Modern poetry," Wang Kang said without raising his head. He knew that such poems would not be understood at all in this era.

First of all, it is straightforward, too straightforward, a direct expression of love, which many people cannot accept, and then there is this special form...

In fact, this is considered implicit.

This is a modern poem, quite famous in the previous life, when you are old...

Don't talk about the present, just talk about the twilight years, and also write Wang Kang's own thoughts. Since he chooses, it should be like this...

Therefore, he doesn't care about the mixed opinions of others, he doesn't care about other people's opinions, he doesn't need everyone to understand...

After writing a poem, Wang Kang didn't stop writing, and recited while writing...

a flowering tree,

"A flowering tree, is this the topic that Young Master Kang wants to write about?"

"How can a tree bloom? Isn't this nonsense?"

How to make you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this

I have prayed to the Buddha for 500 years

Wang Kang wrote very slowly and recited very seriously, but this sentence made people startled and felt a sense of scalp numbness.

Especially Han Yuanyun, Luo Jiao and the girls looked at Wang Kang in disbelief.

A few simple sentences, but the perfect expression of emotion.

Beg it to make us a bond

Buddha turned me into a tree