I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Literary Youth

The first round of the Freshman Challenge Cup competition was about poetry, and the type of topic was not made public until the organizer.

A very unexpected topic.

Lyric poems about love, in any format.

Such a question is also in line with the loose and free style of Columbia University.

Different from the hard targets for the second invention challenge, literary works have always been difficult to define whether they are excellent or not.

Even the same literati slander each other everywhere. After discussion, the judges decided that no matter what type of poetry, only works that are liked by the public and always considered excellent are good works.

In order to show fairness, Columbia University deliberately scored this project by the scoring teachers of the Seven Schools Alliance and the students present, each accounting for 50%.

This rule made non-Columbia students frown. Although the first round of the competition was only 20 points, letting the students present to score is equivalent to giving up 10 points in the first round, which is quite unfavorable to them.

"Unless there is a huge difference in the works, even if the levels of the two sides are about the same, the students at Columbia University will almost support their side. Isn't this just the team that wants to recommend their school." David said with a funny sarcasm, " Such a scoring method would be unfair.”

"This is the home field advantage. If it were the University of Michigan, it would also take advantage of this rule." Miss Bella Wayne's thinking is much more sober.

If you come to challenge someone at home, there will naturally be many disadvantages.

It's just pointless to discuss whether it is fair or not now.

As one of the answerers, Elena Weimar has already started to bow her head in meditation, after a little thought, she quickly began to write a string of beautiful characters on the paper.

As expected of a noble lady cultivated by a big family, whether it is the posture of holding the pen or the handwriting, there is some beauty in the neat arrangement, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"I don't know how Miss Weimar would write."

Tu Fu peeked at her answer sheet out of the corner of his eye, and quickly scanned, "If you are a tear in my eye, I will never cry so as not to lose you. If the golden sun stops its dazzling light, your A smile will light up my whole world..."

"Such poems are really in line with the ideas of literary girls of this age."

Tu Fu commented on this, very beautiful poems, with the demeanor of youthful and sad literature, generally speaking, it is a work of high quality.

"Ok?"

Eileen noticed that someone was peeking when she was creating, and when she looked up, she saw several people beside her with their heads down, and she didn't know who was peeking.

But at this moment, Tu Fu also began to think about the few familiar verses in his mind.

Such a topic is not a small challenge for him. Last time, it is no problem to think of a sentence to fool a literary girl, but it is not a small difficulty to memorize all famous poems from abroad.

"I still remember some of the 64 ancient poems necessary for the college entrance examination, but I really don't need them. Foreign poems, Shakespeare's sonnets? There are too many and too long ago, and I can't remember them at all.

Shelley's Ode to the West Wind, it doesn't seem to be a love poem, but it's more like a revolution, sin, why do I have such an idea.

Pushkin? This... The most famous one seems to be If Life Deceives You, and the content is completely out of line.

What about Yeats? His love poems are well-known, but their themes and contents are not suitable for my young child. "

Tu Fu, who was nibbling on the pen holder, was very entangled. After thinking for a long time, it wasn't that he couldn't write it, but that there were too many things in his mind to remember, so he was entangled in deciding which article to copy.

In the years after graduation, I have to do my best just to survive, let alone get in touch with things that only students like.

"Wait, that must be a good song."

Tu Fu thought hard for a long time, and thought of a very sullen poem that he fell in love with a certain girl when he was young.

This poem does not know how many literary youths represent the love that is suppressed in their hearts but still unable to open their mouths. It is quite suitable for teenagers of his age.

It was a must-recite poem that was catchy by almost every literary youth of his time.

Thinking of that poem, the figure of an old man with white hair and long beard gradually appeared in his mind first. He is also a literary celebrity and has won a Nobel Prize. His status is by no means low.

If an undisputed literary giant was selected in his era, there must be a place for this one.

"It's decided, it's you."

After making the decision, he didn't hesitate any longer. He quickly slid across the paper with his hand, which he couldn't move the pen at all, without stopping at all in his elegant font.

Relying on memory, I can't recall the complete verses, but I can quickly skip them on the paper with instinct, and unconsciously read the following verses.

Seeing the contrast between Tu Fu's before and after, several people couldn't help but want to look at his masterpiece. Unfortunately, Tu Fu's speed is too fast, and he finished writing in one go without thinking.

The moment he wrote the pen, he closed the test paper. He completely relied on his muscle memory to quickly write down the poem completely silently, even if there were blurred parts, he simply brushed it off.

Almost half an hour passed, and the poems of the other contestants were answered one by one.

Such competitions are not difficult for students of the Academy of Humanities and Social Sciences.

Especially the enthusiastic and unrestrained University of Göttingenhagen, the worst are middle-class births, and they have been fascinated by elegant hobbies such as poetry and music since childhood, and there are not a few gifted students.

Those who have ideas in the first five minutes are basically finished. If you can't think of it all the time, you can't write it until the end.

Fortunately, you only need to select two high-quality works from the team and submit them directly to the organizer.

At this time, Elena Weimar took the lead in suggesting, "Why don't we check each other first, and then select two papers with high quality and submit them first."

Seeing that everyone had no objections, taking advantage of this opportunity, Miss Weimar casually took Tu Fu's answer sheet, pretending to read it because of official business.

This is a longer poem, which is completely in two styles from her poem, which seems jerky after careful consideration of words. Each chapter is simple and neat, with poignant beauty and a touch of sadness in the text.

There are no special metaphors in the whole article, but every sentence and every word contains strong personal emotions.

The whole article is moving, and I feel very sorry.

"Mr. Capet, why don't you just submit your article, there is no more suitable work than this."

Miss Weimar was silent for a while, and handed the poem to several other people in turn.

"Hey, you wrote this?"

“A very good work, even as good as many long-established poets.”

"I guess this poem must have caused as much sensation to many people present as the electric lamp."

After reading it, whether it is the son David or the historian Bella, after a quick glance at this work, the literary literacy cultivated since childhood made them realize that this is a rare and excellent work.

Crane and David felt even more regretful that if this article was given to them, they would probably have hooked up with girls from the literature department by now.

It is a pity that such a work is used in a competition.

After unanimous discussion and comparison by several people, it was finally Miss Weimar who submitted the two poems by her and Tu Fu to the teacher of the organizer.

"Hello, we are students of the School of Humanities and Social Sciences at the University of Michigan. This is the work that our group is going to submit."

"The School of Humanities and Social Sciences at the University of Michigan?"

The teacher who took over smiled easily. This project is mainly a competition between the two schools of humanities and social sciences. It just so happens that the two universities are among the top majors in this field in China, so the competition is also interesting.

He glanced at the titles casually, and one of them was "A Tear" by Elena Weimar.

Leaving aside the quality of this poem, the name Weimar alone is enough to deserve full marks.

So he glanced at another poem, which was a poetic work with a very long title and a simple and meaningful title.

"The longest distance in the world"

—Touf Capet.

ps: Have you guessed this one?

(end of this chapter)

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