Chapter 294

And brought them on the spot, so they could flip through and check them at any time.

But unexpectedly, Ye Xuan asked everyone to play a little game.

Create a poem using these fourteen characters?

The sudden appearance of these fourteen characters left everyone confused.

To say it was two lines of poetry, the upper and lower lines were very uncoordinated.

To say it was a beautiful saying, the beginning and end didn't match well either.

Puzzled voices rose and fell throughout the classroom.

"How do you piece this together? How are fourteen characters enough?!"

"Is Teacher Ye joking?!"

"Is this really possible? It feels so mysterious!"

Amidst the tide of confusion, some students soon discovered the character count limit.

"If it's a five-character poem, it needs at least twenty characters; if it's a seven-character poem, it needs at least twenty-eight characters. Does this mean these fourteen characters need to be used repeatedly?!"

As soon as this voice came out, a look of sudden realization appeared on many students' faces.

That's right.

To complete a poem within a short fourteen characters, it was necessary to repeat words.

But when it came to repeating words, which ones were worth repeating?

And as for the number of repetitions, was it once, twice, or three times?

Not only that, but it also had to follow the rules of poetry, so wouldn't that add another layer of difficulty?!

For a time, this seemingly simple little game was like a tangled ball of yarn, making it hard for people to find the key end.

Some students began to scratch their heads and think hard.

Some students began to whisper to their neighbors.

Some students had already picked up paper and pens to combine them freely.

However, everyone still hadn't reached an answer.

At this moment, several students in the front row had already urged him in a low voice.

"Teacher Ye, don't keep us in suspense, just tell us."

"Yeah, yeah, this is too hard."

"I really want to see how these fourteen characters can form a poem."

Hearing many Peking University students crying with long faces, claiming that this game was difficult, Ye Xuan curled his lips slightly.

Without difficulty, how could he leave a deep impression on these Peking University students?!

The next moment, Ye Xuan tapped his finger lightly on the all-in-one machine screen with extreme calmness, and a line of new poetry appeared on the page.

【Appreciating flowers, returning, the horse is like flying, returning, the horse is like flying, the wine's strength is slightly weak.

The wine's strength is slightly sober, it is already dusk, sober, it is already dusk, appreciating flowers, returning.】

As soon as this line of text appeared, the students in the audience sat up straight suddenly.

Hundreds of people widened their eyes, looking at the all-in-one machine screen with surprised expressions.

Many people even made low and suppressed breathing sounds, clearly unable to control their surprise.

So these short fourteen characters could really be pieced together into a poem?!

And every line had charm, every line could be savored carefully!

A series of "appreciating flowers, riding a horse, getting drunk, sobering up" four things were connected in a circular way, which was quite reasonable and ingenious!

"This..."

"I just thought Teacher Ye was making things difficult for us..."

"Can poetry be used like this?!"

"So this is what repetition means!"

The voices of the students in the audience, layer upon layer, all showed everyone's curiosity and surprise.

Where had everyone ever seen such a novel and interesting poem before?!

Dismantling fourteen characters, using each character twice, could actually form a poem without any suspicion of being pieced together, where every line was reasonable and full of charm?!

At this very moment, everyone's gaze toward Ye Xuan clearly became more and more enthusiastic and curious.

As if urging Ye Xuan to quickly announce the next surprise.

Noticing that the students' gazes in the audience were becoming more and more burning, Ye Xuan smiled softly.

"Let's look at another poem."

After saying this, Ye Xuan casually projected another poem on the projector.

【Withered eyes look at the distant mountains separated by water, coming and going, how many people know the heart.

The pot is empty, afraid to pour a cup of wine, it is difficult to write a rhyming poem under the pen.

The road blocks people, parting for a long time, the news is late, no wild goose sends it back.

A lonely lamp guards the night, long and lonely, the husband misses the wife, the father misses the child.】

At first glance, this poem had beautiful diction and a long artistic conception.

It was clearly an excellent poem.

As soon as this poem appeared, the students present couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of the poem.

At this moment, Ye Xuan's faint voice rang out.

"From this poem, what did everyone feel?!"

Anyone who had completed nine years of compulsory education could understand that Ye Xuan was asking about the emotional expression of this ancient poem 0......

This question naturally couldn't stump the students of Peking University, the highest institution of learning.

The students in the audience scrambled to answer.

"Is this an ancient poem about missing one's wife?"

"Husband misses wife? Such obvious three characters!"

"This question is simple."

Just as countless students were discussing, doubts couldn't help but arise in many people's hearts.

The poem just now gave everyone infinite surprises.

They thought the surprises would continue, but they didn't expect it to reach the emotional analysis session of poetry, which was most common in Chinese classes?!

This poem was good, but how could it be as interesting as the one just now?!

Once this thought appeared, many students' eyes showed disappointment.

So the game just now was just a three-minute introduction before class?!

Now it was back to the serious poetry appreciation session?!

That was so boring!

Noticing the students' performance in the audience, Ye Xuan grinned slightly, tapped his finger, and the big screen immediately switched to another poem.

【Child misses father, wife misses husband, lonely and long guarding the night lamp alone.

Late to return, the wild goose sends no news, long parting, people are blocked on the road.

The rhyme of the poem is finished, it is difficult to write, the wine cup is poured, afraid of emptiness.

How many people know the heart, coming and going, water separates the mountains, the eyes are withered.】

At the same time, the same question rang out again.

"Let everyone feel it again, what is this poem talking about?"

As soon as the voice came out, although the students in the audience didn't know why, they still cooperated and said it.

"This poem is about missing one's husband."

"Yeah, the emotion of this poem also looks quite obvious."

"It's not difficult either."

And just as students blurted it out, some students had already realized something was wrong. ===== CHAPTER 297 =====