The sunflowers did not bow its heads?
Even when there is no sun, its head still glows?
The reporters were stunned. So were his colleagues!
It was an obscure modern poetry! Zhang Ye had just opened his mouth and another poem was born! Holy shit! What kind of talent do you have?! How much do you have in your stomach!? Other authors and poets, even if they were famous depended on inspiration! Sometimes, they might not be inspired for several months at all, but you!? You come up with one randomly! And another one again randomly! Just how many did you come up with in this past hour? And each and everyone of them did not have any flaws! They were all classics! This is too exaggerated!
The poem was not done yet, it had not reached its high point, but the people who heard it already had their feelings evoked by the first few line. They were now staring at Zhang Ye without blinking!
Zhang Ye stood in silence beside the sunflowers and looked back at them. Then he said to them.