Chapter 69 Poet Laureate Yeats (please order first!)
Candela gazes at the illusion in the water curtain.
The green grass is luxuriant, and the goddess of youth stands tall and dazzling, as if she is a petal filled with sunlight.
Yeats's sweet and low chanting, as gentle as the wind:
"When you are old, your hair has turned white, and you have fallen asleep..."
Perun's face was still a little solemn just now, but after hearing the first two sentences, he suddenly showed a confident smile.
How can the goddess of youth age? Candela thought to herself that the test question was to use poetry to win the favor of the goddess of art and youth. How could she touch her heart if she said she was old?
The blond beauty transformed into the goddess of art and youth stared quietly at Yeats with a pair of bright eyes.
"Sitting by the fireside, please take down this poem and read it slowly." Yeats said: "Recall the softness of your eyes in the past, and the heavy shadows in their past."
Candela secretly thought... It would be too difficult for Yeats to win over Perron with his poetry.
After all, the elves are naturally talented, and few humans can match them.
However, the artistic conception created by Yeats's two poems is no less than that of Perron's "Ode to Youth" which expresses his heart directly.
While thinking about it, Yeats’s poem came to the second paragraph, and his speaking speed increased slightly.
“How many people love you when you are young and happy,”
“Love your beauty, whether it is falsehood or true love.”
Perun was startled...Why did he feel like he mentioned me suddenly?
I'm not pretending, I just imagined her face to be Miss Sola's face!
Emotions slowly rose, and Yeats's sudden turn of conversation made the eyes of the goddess of youth shimmer.
"Only one person loves your sincere soul and the traces of time on your sad face."
At this point, the theme is thrown out.
Perun looked surprised and finally understood, Yeats was suppressing first and then rising!
Imagine the goddess of art and youth aging, and say that even after she gets old, she will still be praised.
Perun once heard a legend that the 'golden apple', the sacred object of the goddess of youth, was stolen, causing the gods to be on the verge of aging. Although it was eventually recovered, they punished her severely.
If this legend is true, then the goddess of youth will also have the anxiety of aging. Yeats undoubtedly touched the heart of the goddess of youth!
Not good.
Perun observed the reaction of the youth goddess, and his expression changed slightly.
This poem by Yeats is refreshing to the goddess of youth. Its artistic quality is not inferior to my poems at all, and its conception is even higher!
The poem has entered the third paragraph, and Yeats's raised emotions slowly returned to calm, and he slowly said:
"Browsing down by the stove, he was meditating sadly and murmuring. ”
“How love passes away, how it walks up the mountains, how it hides its face among the stars.”
The breeze blew through the boy's silver hair.
Everything is silent except for the faint whisper of the wind blowing across the green grass, like poetry still echoing and lingering.
Perun was stunned.
The last paragraph actually sublimated directly?
The quality of Yeats's poem is enough to be passed down to future generations.
Just because of the emotion you contained in your poem, you should be competing for the God of Love!
The surprise on Perun's face was beyond words and fell into Candela's eyes.
The white-haired old man slowly stroked his beard, his eyes were deep, and he was unconsciously substituted into Yeats's poems, as if a wise and unrestrained witch appeared in front of him.
But that was more than a hundred years ago.
Candra let out a long sigh: "This is youth!"
The next moment.
Kandela was slightly startled when he saw that the illusory scenery changed again. This was a sign of a test to pass the level!
In a fantasy world.
The day above the head of the youth goddess transforms into a starry night sky, and the beautiful and mysterious aurora dances like silk in the night sky, reflecting that beautiful face.
She smiled and said:
"What is the name of this poem?"
Yeats said: "When you are old." In the previous life, a famous poem "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats was adapted into Chinese Popular song, once covered by 'Music Poet' Li Jian.
"Phantom Wings" The Aurora Poetry Festival collects poems, and this poem has been praised to the top of the list. Yeats paid special attention to this poem from the poet of the same name, and now he will get it directly Come and dedicate it to the goddess of youth.
"Yeats, I remember." The goddess of youth nodded and smiled, "Now, I want to give you a gift."
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently moved them out of thin air. The aurora in the vast night sky was like an orchestra following the command, arranged in a harp pattern, and the melodious music continued to echo.
Perun looked up and opened his mouth in shock.
I once read in a book that such a magnificent scene is a sign of the birth of the Art God's Choice!
Becoming the Art God of Choice means that Yeats can achieve twice the result with half the effort in promoting the career of a bard, and will have outstanding talents in the five major arts of music, poetry, painting, sculpture and dance.
Throughout the ages, many artistic gods have been born. The most famous artistic gods on Zhongting Continent are undoubtedly the four legendary poets who wrote the four epics.
Even the elves, who have always been proud of their artistic talent, can only be reduced to a background in front of the artistic god.
But that is the background chosen by God!
“I actually competed with an art god on the same stage?” Perun’s eyes shone, “This matter can be written into my personal biography of Perun - I lost to the art god!”
Soon, Perun's figure disappeared as if being repelled by the illusion.
Then, the goddess of youth waved her hand gently, and the aurora dispersed into thousands of fluorescent lights. These fluorescent lights fell from the starry sky, flew towards Yeats, and disappeared into his body.
There was a bang in Yeats's head, and an indescribable force surged out of his body.
When you close your eyes, you can actually see the fluorescence in your body pieced together into the shape of a tree.
The Kabbalah Tree of Life, the source of all extraordinary power, at the root of the tree, a newly born ring is shining!
The door to the extraordinary world opened with a bang, and a vast white light emerged from it!
Officially promoted to bard.
A sense of pleasure arises spontaneously.
Yeats couldn't help but sigh.
The promotion level is like this, the promotion to legend cannot take off!
At the same moment, the panel prompts continued one after another, which sounded so pleasant.
"You have passed the test of the goddess of youth!"
"The goddess of art and youth has favored you, and has given you a favor with your real name 'Idun'."
"You have become the 'Chosen of Art'!"
"You have obtained New talents, new blessings, new spells..."
Yeats was dazzled by the series of prompts, and couldn't help but smile, preparing to take a closer look after leaving the illusion.
At the same time, Yeats felt his will gradually return and found himself standing in the hall of the Temple of Youth.
Perun was sitting on a bench, holding his head and feeling regretful.
"I have obviously imagined the goddess of youth to be Miss Sola, and I have given my sincerity, but the artistic choice turned out to be Yeats..."
The corner of Yeats's mouth twitched.
If you can become an art god, then you will be a ghost!
A roar of cheers came from outside the temple, and Philus's voice echoed over the square.
"This year's Poet Laureate has been born! It will be Yeats, the Poet Laureate, who will deliver the final speech for this Aurora Poetry Festival!"
Yeats walked out of the temple and saw the enthusiasm and curiosity of the citizens. , expectant eyes.
Candra came up with a smile, personally put the crown of laurel branches on Yeats' head, patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Just a few words will do."
I can't copy out the poem for a while... Yeats secretly thought... But it doesn't hurt, it's true that it makes everyone happy!
“The sun hasn’t set yet.”
Yeats said loudly:
“Let’s keep playing and dance!”
(End of this chapter)