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Chapter 93 The shock of a literary giant!
Although many people call Zhou Yang Brother Yang, God Yang, or Teacher Zhou Yang.

But in reality, he was just a 15-year-old boy!

Surprisingly, he was able to write prose poems.

Before I could think much of it, Zhou Yang continued speaking. Although his voice was young, it seemed to carry a depth and a sense of pride!
"On the vast sea, the wind whips up dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel, like a black lightning bolt, soars proudly."

"Sometimes its wings touch the waves, sometimes it darts like an arrow straight into the dark clouds, it cries out, and in the bird's brave cry, the dark clouds hear joy."

"In this cry, there is a longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds hear the power of anger, the flame of passion, and the confidence of victory."

Wow, that's amazing!

"Wow, I never knew Zhou Yang could write prose poems! Just listening to these few sentences brings up a very vivid picture."

"What you just said was brilliant! It was full of anger, passion, and the taste of victory... To be honest, I felt very excited, as if my blood was boiling, but this was just about the petrel."

Zhou Yang only said a few words, but they shocked everyone's eardrums.

This is by no means a clumsy work; it sounds like the work of a university literature professor.

Everyone sighed in amazement, while Zhou Yang's voice continued.

"The seagulls groaned and groaned before the storm, darting across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the ocean."

"The sea ducks are also groaning. These sea ducks can't enjoy the joy of life's struggles. The rumbling thunder terrifies them."

"The clumsy penguin, timidly hiding its plump body under the cliff... Only the proud petrel, bravely and freely, soars over the foamy sea!"

"The dark clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, while the waves sang as they surged high into the sky to meet the thunder."

"Thunder roared. Waves howled in angry spray, vying with the raging wind..."

"The petrel cried out, soaring like a black lightning bolt, piercing the clouds like an arrow, its wings stirring up spray from the waves."

"Look, it dances, like a spirit, a proud, black spirit of the storm, it laughs, it howls... It laughs at the dark clouds, it howls with joy!!"

His voice was loud and powerful, deeply touching people's hearts.

The more you listen, the more your heart races!
Isn't this describing a petrel?

This petrel is more proud and more resilient than anyone else.

It challenges hurricanes and mocks dark clouds!

"My brain isn't quite working! Listening to Zhou Yang's prose poems, I always feel like they contain so much, but I don't know what they are..."

Is it really about the petrel?

"I'm starting to not understand anymore!"

"My God, this poem is absolutely amazing! Zhou Yang's poem should be considered a masterpiece!"

……

Many netizens and college students were deeply shocked.

However, just as they were marveling at it...

I happened to pass by an elderly professor on the Tsinghua University campus.

Kong Wendong.

He is a renowned contemporary prose poet, and also highly accomplished in classical poetry and prose as well as in the field of literature.

In the field of Chinese literature, he can be described as a god-like figure.

But at this moment.

As he passed by, he heard the speech on the playground and the voice coming from the microphone. He frowned and stopped.

He listened confidently at first, then his eyes widened, his voice as powerful as thunder!

"Who wrote this? Who wrote this prose poem?"

The old man was extremely excited at this moment, his fingers trembling slightly, and he grabbed a student next to him and asked.

"Professor Kong?"

"Are you here to hear Zhou Yang's speech as well?"

A student was grabbed and was somewhat displeased, but when he turned around and saw that it was Kong Wendong, he immediately smiled and started to speak.

“This prose poem must have been written by Zhou Yang himself. It’s really good, the imagery is very strong! I feel like there’s a lot in it, but I don’t know what it is… Do you think this was really written by Haiyan? It feels more emotional than a human being!” However, the professor standing next to him was stunned when he heard that the poem was written by Zhou Yang himself.

He had heard of the name Zhou Yang.

He simply thought it was a talented child, but never paid any attention to it.

After all, geniuses are everywhere at Tsinghua University!

But now, hearing this poem.

His heart instantly ignited.

Yes, child.

"You're right, this poem is about a petrel, but it's not a petrel!"

"This is a metaphorical poem!"

Metaphorical poetry?

"Listen to the poem. This petrel, proud, defiant, laughing as it bravely steps forward! Facing the dark clouds and thunder, it becomes lightning in the darkness, piercing through the light!"

"This is a poem of resistance. What did Zhou Yang, this child, go through?"

"Clearly, he's protesting against something!!"

"Zhou Yang is giving a speech, right?"

At this moment, Professor Kong was filled with excitement.

"In any case, I will definitely have a good talk with him after his speech!"

Professor Kong, a literary giant at Tsinghua University, was moved to appreciate Zhou Yang's talent after listening to his poems.

Although only 15 years old, Zhou Yang's talent surpasses that of many professors. It would be wonderful if we could recruit him to Tsinghua University as our student!

The student was stunned when he heard Professor Kong's words.

He quickly looked down and realized his phone was still recording, so he immediately uploaded the video to the internet.

The video quickly caused a sensation.

"Holy crap, this is a metaphorical poem! Listen to the analysis from our Tsinghua University literature professor!"

The video instantly caused quite a stir.

Zhou Yang continued to recount his story.

"This sensitive spirit had long sensed weariness from the thunder's fury, and it firmly believed that the dark clouds could not obscure the sun. Yes, they could not."

"The wind howled... the thunder roared..."

"Heaps of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the arrows of lightning and extinguished them in its abyss..."

"A storm! A storm is coming!"

"This is the brave petrel, soaring proudly on the roaring sea, amidst the lightning; this is the prophet of victory crying out."

"Let the storm rage on!"

After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent again.

Everyone remained standing, heads held high, staring straight ahead; some had tears in their eyes, while others' gazes shone with passion.

No one spoke, no one applauded; the atmosphere was both calm and turbulent.

At this moment, everyone forgot Zhou Yang's age and was completely absorbed in his poems and essays.

Even Director Yan Ming, despite having read the article, was deeply moved at this moment. He clenched his fists and stared into Shen Fei's eyes as if a raging fire was burning within them.

"The struggle may be hopeless, but since the darkness is already so deep, let the storm rage even more fiercely!"

Yan Ming felt goosebumps all over his body.

At this moment, he regretted his past hesitation.

He realized that he was far less brave, indomitable, and full of passion than this young man.

(End of this chapter)