Zhang Ye's mouth was extremely toxic. "Saying that it's rubbish was only to leave face for Master Wei. If I were to speak freely, this folk song poem is absolute f**king trash. Do you even know what a folk song poem is? Do you know how to write a folk song poem? With this sort of standard for an essay, you still dare to call it a folk song poem? Don't tease us anymore. In the future, should you have something else like this again, you should just leave it at home. Don't bring it out and embarrass yourself. If someone who really understands poetry well sees this, wouldn't it make them laugh their heads off? Your words only so-so and just barely OK, but the literary standards are very poor. Let me tell you, a real folk song poem does not put too much focus on the passage format and is not so strict about tonal patterns, with a lot of freedom from rules, but it is not so simple as to be considered an unstructured passage that, when paired with music, will automatically qualify it to be a folk song poem. A poem such as the folk song poem does not fully depend on pairing it with music either. Our nation's literature is so profound and deep and it is definitely not as simple as you think it is!"
Su Na cheered, "Well said!"
As for what was so good about it? Su Na did not know either!
Those who were present felt the same. Speaking of it, they really did not understand much about the structure of a folk song poem either. There were no restrictions on the type of sentences used, no tonal pattern requirements either, yet the standard for the words used were very high. There could be storyline characters in it and even exchanges of sentences between the characters. It was very difficult to write — Everyone's concept of it was also as such. After all, they were all involved in calligraphy and not in folk song poems. They couldn't possibly be so well-learned about a topic like this.
A youth could no longer bear to listen any longer, "You're saying my senior bro is writing rubbish?"
"Is it my senior bro or you that doesn't understand!" Another of Master Wei's disciples rebutted.
Zhang Ye was tickled, "I don't understand?"
When she heard this, Su Na also burst out laughing!
Seeing Zhang Ye accusing him, Chen Mo no longer kept silent. Those aunties and sisters who had been giving him a ticking off were all his elders and it wasn't good for him to argue back, but who did Zhang Ye think he was? Chen Mo said directly, "Sure, you put it so well, then why don't you show us what you’ve got? If what I wrote is not a folk song poem, then show us how it should be written!"
Zhang Ye smiled, "It's President Wu's birthday today, so I will be happy to teach you something. I won't ask for tuition fees either." After saying so, he turned around to Wu Zeqing and said, "President Wu, I did not prepare a present for you today. Coming here empty handed, I feel a little embarrassed, so let me write a little something for you as your birthday present."
Wu Zeqing laughed and said, "Sure."
Master Zhou was a little stunned, "What will you write?"
Zhang Ye replied relaxingly, "After saying all that I did earlier, I will naturally be writing a folk song poem. I wanted to give the poems from earlier to President Wu, but she didn't seem too satisfied with them, saying that those poems didn't fit the occasion. Alright then, this folk song poem should be suitable. I would also like to tell everyone a story.