Chapter 231: What poetry competition, it is clearly Ye Xuan's poetry classroom!

By the time the four judges finished scoring the first contestant, the number one contestant was still immersed in Ye Xuan's guidance just now and couldn't extricate herself.

Until the host, Chairman Liu, urged her again and again, this number one contestant slowly left the stage.

At this time, Chairman Liu's gaze toward Ye Xuan was also extremely hot.

He vaguely had a premonition that this first poetry competition would definitely break his initial prediction.

And all this is because of Ye Xuan!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Chairman Liu connected the process and started calling for the second contestant.

The second contestant was a boy with a strong bookish temperament; after finishing his finalized poem at an incredible speed, he also started preparing for the impromptu topic.

The requirement with 【Spring】 as the topic appeared on the big screen, and countless people off-stage were shocked by this difficulty.

After all, there are too many poems about the four seasons.

Not only does it require writing outstanding poetry in such a short time, but it is simply difficult on top of difficulty.

After racking his brains for a long time, the second contestant finally stuttered out the answer.

"Don't wash your feet in spring, mosquitoes bite everywhere. In the middle of the night... turn over, crush quite a few."

As soon as the voice came out, the contestants on site and netizens in the live streaming room burst into laughter again.

It's not that everyone's laughter point is low.

It is really that impromptu tests everyone's daily poetry foundation.

If the accumulation is insufficient, when it comes to impromptu, one can only be blind, and everything that comes out is silly and funny quotes.

At this time, the second contestant couldn't care about the laughter around him, looked at Ye Xuan in the center of the judges with burning eyes, and couldn't wait to ask.

"Mr. Ye, please give me some advice!"

The meaning of these words is simply straightforward.

It's just that he didn't write down the idea of wanting Ye Xuan to open another class on his face.

At this very moment, even the contestants off-stage looked at Ye Xuan at the judges' table with eager eyes, just waiting for Ye Xuan to open the class.

And the three judges opened their notebooks seriously, consciously preparing to take notes.

Facing everyone's eyes, only Ye Xuan twitched his lips.

Good guy!

It turns out he is not here to be a judge at all.

He is here to be a poetry teacher, right?!

Suppressing the thoughts in his brain, Ye Xuan cleared his throat, stood up, and said slowly.

"Based on the four major elements just now, poetry also needs to pay attention to imagery and artistic conception..."

Seeing everyone listening with fascination, Ye Xuan also gave examples slowly.

"If you want to write spring well, you can't just write spring. For example:

'In spring one sleeps, unaware of dawn, everywhere one hears the chirping of birds, at night the sound of wind and rain, who knows how many flowers have fallen.'"

Seeing the sudden realization in everyone's eyes, Ye Xuan's voice didn't stop at all, continuing to add examples.

"If you want to write summer well, you can't just write summer. For example:

'The spring eye is silent, cherishing the fine flow, tree shadows shine on the water, loving the sunny softness, the small lotus just reveals its sharp corner, early there is a dragonfly standing on top.'"

"If you want to write autumn well, you can't just write autumn. For example:

'Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, deep in the white clouds there is a house, stopping the carriage to love the maple forest in the evening, the frost leaves are redder than the flowers of the second month.'"

"If you want to write winter well, you can't just write winter. For example:

'A thousand mountains, birds fly away, ten thousand paths, human traces are extinguished, a lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man, fishing alone in the cold river snow.'"

The clear and shallow voice transmitted to the entire lecture hall through the microphone in front of Ye Xuan.

For a moment, the entire lecture hall ushered in silence again.

They originally thought Ye Xuan would give a few examples of fine lines like before.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan used four whole poems, covering spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and completely explained to everyone present what it means to integrate imagery and artistic conception?!

Ordinary people get one or two fine lines by chance, which is worth showing off repeatedly.

But now, what Ye Xuan said are four complete poems!

And every one is a boutique, every sentence is a masterpiece!

You said four poems in one breath, what should the poetry masters who have studied for decades and may not have classic works do?!

They simply want to find a piece of tofu to hit themselves to death!

At this time, even the host, Chairman Liu, listened with such concentration, for fear of missing any detail in Ye Xuan's mouth.

Right now, it's not a poetry competition at all; it's clearly a poetry classroom!

The barrage was flooded early.

"Feeling again that I am a useless person on Earth!"

"Good guy, it turns out there are so many details and requirements for poetry?!"

"If my Chinese teacher taught like this back then, how could I not be interested in poetry?!"

"The Chinese teacher expressed that he was insulted in every way, but was unable to refute..."

Since the second contestant, the subsequent contestants seemed to be self-taught; after each contestant published their work, they couldn't wait to look at Ye Xuan.

"Teacher Ye Xuan, please comment."

"Teacher Ye Xuan, please give me some advice."

Among them, a very nervous contestant accidentally shouted out the truth in his heart.

"Teacher Ye Xuan, please open a class!"

By the end, the entire poetry competition had become Ye Xuan's personal display scene.

When asked about topics related to wine, Ye Xuan came up with a 'Bring in the Wine' on the spot.

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"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

Who can compare to Li Bai's free and easy spirit?!

When asked how to write about the moon, Ye Xuan said without hesitation.

"When will the bright moon appear, holding wine to ask the blue sky..."

Who can compare to Su Shi's boldness?

When asked to describe love, Ye Xuan said this.

"The body has no colorful phoenix wings, the heart has a spiritual connection..."

Who can be as romantic as Li Shangyin?!

When asked to describe patriotism, Ye Xuan said without thinking.

"How to get millions of mansions, to shelter all the poor scholars in the world to be happy..."

Who has the compassion for the world like Du Fu?

At this very moment, those poems from the previous life that were fragrant when chewed were echoing in this small lecture hall through Ye Xuan's lips. ===== CHAPTER 234 =====