Chapter 297

Without leaving home, one can travel through the beautiful rivers and mountains just by relying on poetry, and feel the beauty of the landscape.

Living in seclusion, one can reach thousands of miles away just by relying on poetry, touching the distance of ten thousand miles.

In short poetry, there are countless distances that people yearn for!

At this moment, many people's impression of poetry changed again.

The interesting poems at the beginning swept away the inherent impression that poetry was boring for countless students.

Now, with Ye Xuan's explanation, everyone's interest in poetry was raised to a new height again!

"Can it be said like this?!"

"Being able to attend Teacher Ye Xuan's class today is really a huge profit!"

"Words are not enough to express what I love, only poetry can!"

"I regret not studying poetry well! Mr. Ye Xuan's poetry must be recited in full!"

Before everyone could react, Ye Xuan's gaze seemed to see that stunning era of the future.

Scholars and poets gathered together, and poets and ambitious people emerged one after another.

Passing through layers of time, his voice at this moment carried a sense of weight.

"Not only that, poetry can also express the compassion of us Chinese people.

Facing unfairness, we angrily rebuke: 'The wine and meat of the vermilion gates stink, while there are frozen bones on the road.'

Facing war, we grieve: 'White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for a thousand miles.'

Facing the empty world, we sigh: 'Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky are sad night after night.'

So poetry is never empty, poetry is by everyone's side!

This is not an ethereal spiritual sustenance, this is the root of our culture!"

As soon as Ye Xuan's vivid voice came out, the whole room fell silent.

The root of culture?!

Can it be understood like this?!. ===== CHAPTER 300 =====