Wang Shuixin also lightly laughed, “Old Hu, to speak the truth, I want to test Little Zhang’s creative ability on the spot today. It seems all his poems in the past were created on the spot. As for the poem’s quality and logic, I’ll reserve my judgment. I don’t believe those good works of his were written on the spot by Little Zhang. It doesn’t agree with reason. Even if it was written on the spot, it couldn’t be done without any stammering, right? And those poems of his had so much logic? And the parallelism was done so well? And since you appreciate this youth so much, I’m testing him this time. So I purposely used my poem to let him follow up. First, it’s to see if he really can compose on the spot, and secondly, to see if Little Zhang really has as much literary skill as people say.”
Hu Fei said, “But to follow up on a classic poem that even entered language textbooks, Little Zhang will…”
Wang Shuixin waved his hand to stop Hu Fei from continuing. He looked at Zhang Ye, “It’s alright, Little Zhang. Take your time to think; there’s no hurry. Hur Hur. At your age, you might not have heard this poem. When you were in high school, the materials for your language class might not have included “Everything”. If you did not catch everything, I can recite it to you again.”