Su Tanmeng thief looked at Li Yun and Liu Peng with a smile, and said fiercely: "Quickly write a poem, this is an invitation from the oiran, how about it? Are you impressed?"

Liu Peng cried and said, "Master Oiran, I'm very touched."

"If you are moved, do it!"

As if he was named by the teacher when he was back in the school days, Liu Peng's nervous heart throbbed, his face was red and his ears were dry, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Finally, he turned his gaze on Li Yun and chuckled: "Brother Li, would you like to come first?"

Everyone looked at Li Yun again, and Su Tanmeng was most excited. What she wanted to see most was Li Yun composing poems, "You can do it, do it!"

Li Yun did not refuse, smiled slightly, and walked in front of the old site of the Mietian School to observe the scenery.

Le Zhiyin was a little curious. Judging from the performance of the flower viewing party, she probably guessed that Li Yun could not write poetry. Then, if he could not, how would he respond?

Is it straight and generous to say that you will not? Or is it abruptly squeezed out an unsatisfactory poem? Or, stubbornly entangled and just shied away.

Le Zhiyin thinks the former is the best, of course, the second is not bad, at least I have tried hard.

Only the third type is unforgivable. Le Zhiyin will never approve it. If Li Yun did it, her impression of him would plummet.

"That one……"

"Ok?"

Le Zhiyin's expression moved, could it be that Li Yun really wanted to shirk it?

"Why?" Su Tanmeng glared at him fiercely, "If you can't do it, please say it quickly, don't make people wait!"

Li Yun smiled and said, "It's true that I can't make ancient poems, but how about I make modern poems? It is relatively simple."

No matter how much he stepped forward, he couldn't make a good ancient poem, so Li Yun simply wrote modern poems. It's that simple.

"Modern poems?" Everyone was stunned, they all defaulted to ancient poems, and they had never thought about it.

Only Liu Peng exclaimed excitedly: "Yes, you can still make modern poems. Oiran-sama, you only said to make poems, but you didn't say you must make ancient poems."

Su Tanmeng was dumbfounded, and hurriedly turned around, and finally was helpless to agree. Now it is not impossible to change her words, but she does not want to be like this in front of Li Yun.

"Modern is modern, make it fast!"

"listen."

When it comes to modern poems and online jokes, the simplest feature is: branch.

But in fact, it's not easy to make modern poetry. The idea must be novel. For example, Gu Cheng's "Night night gave me black eyes, Dark night gave me a pair of eyes", the idea is very good.

The same is true for Li Yun.

"The grass swayed on the ground,

Xiaohua followed him closely. "

As soon as Li Yun read these two poems, everyone couldn't help but laugh. The characteristics of modern poems are like this. They look like random words, and then they are divided into sections. It is very shocking. Can this also be called a poem?

Ren Tianhao said unceremoniously: "Brother Li, your "poem" is really eye-opening."

Su Tanmeng also smiled and said, "Your poems by this fellow really make me admire."

Wang Mengyan's face flushed, she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, for fear of making Li Yun sad.

Only Le Zhiyin said: "Don't worry, Li Yun hasn't finished writing yet, modern poetry is very important."

Li Yun smiled slightly, ignoring the ridicule of these people, and continued to read:

"For distant ideals and dreams.

Under the nourishment of the earth,

In the breeze,

Flowers and grass,

Come back from the dead,

Over and over again,

Stick to that humble and great responsibility together. "

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