Chapter 332: Besides cross-shaped poetry, there is also pagoda poetry?

Just as countless netizens were boiling over this cross-shaped poem, many experts and scholars who were also watching this live broadcast room were already shining with their eyes.

President Liu of the Poetry Association, who invited Ye Xuan to save the day, had his eyes almost stuck to his mobile phone, watching intently.

Laymen watch the fun, experts watch the doorway.

In the eyes of President Liu, who has studied poetry for many years, this cross-shaped poem looks simple and interesting, but it is actually extremely difficult.

Just taking thirteen simple words and forming four lines of poetry on the spot—how many people in the entire poetry scene can do this?!

If someone had been so arrogant in front of President Liu before the live broadcast, he would have definitely rolled his eyes.

Do you really think I, Old Liu, have read poetry for so many years in vain?!

But now, looking at the earth-shattering cross-shaped poem written by Ye Xuan, President Liu only had one thought left in his heart.

You have to be convinced.

In the field of poetry, Ye Xuan is simply God chasing after him to feed him!

At this time, there are still many people who think like President Liu.

Different corners, different faces, all saying similar things at this time.

"If there were no Ye Xuan in the poetry scene, it would be like a long night for eternity!"

"If it were me, I couldn't make such interesting poetry!"

"How many more whimsical ideas are there in Mr. Ye’s brain?!"

Just as countless people in the live broadcast room were sighing for the cross-shaped poem written by Ye Xuan, they saw Ye Xuan under the lens suddenly smile.

"Besides drawing a cross, there are other shapes."

The slow voice was like a pebble hitting everyone’s heart lake, and countless audiences were stunned again.

Having one cross-shaped poem is enough, and you actually have others?!

For a time, the curiosity of the confused audience was completely hooked by Ye Xuan.

And everyone’s confusion and incomprehension were all displayed in the barrage.

"I almost suspected I had auditory hallucinations, really or fake?! [Dumbfounded JPG]"

"I subconsciously dug my ears, for fear that there was something wrong with my ears!"

"Front row, I already have a sense of picture, shut up!"

"No way, no way, is there really something else?!"

"Ye Gouzi, do you want to give others a way to live?!"

"Is it going to draw a circle?! Although my head is full of impossibility, once I think of Ye Xuan, I feel it’s possible..."

All kinds of guesses appeared in the barrage.

After browsing for a while, Ye Xuan under the lens, with a faint smile, wiped off the black characters on the whiteboard and wrote on the whiteboard again.

With the rustling sound of the marker on the whiteboard, everyone’s curiosity was raised to the peak.

Soon the whiteboard turned over, and everyone saw such a poem.

————————Tea————————

——————Fragrant leaves, tender buds——————

—————Admire poetry guests, love monks—————

————Grind carved white jade, weave red gauze————

———Boil yellow stamen color, bowl turns curved dust flowers———

——Night after invite to accompany the bright moon, morning before order to face the morning glow——

—Wash away ancient and modern people without fatigue, will it be praised after being drunk—

At this time, Ye Xuan had already read this whole poem softly.

This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen about tea, and it expresses three layers of meaning.

First, it talks about the nature of tea and people’s love for tea.

At the same time, it talks about people’s dietary customs from the brewing of tea.

Secondly, it talks about the function of tea from the refreshing and sobering effect of tea.

After reading the last sentence, Ye Xuan slowly revealed the name of this brand-new poetic form.

"This is, Pagoda Poetry!"

The dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing handwriting appeared in front of everyone, and everyone was immediately deeply attracted by the shape of this poem.

Pagoda Poetry?!

After hearing Ye Xuan’s voice, a look of sudden realization appeared on countless faces in front of the screen.

Doesn't the shape of this pagoda poem look like a pagoda?!

After reacting, the emotions of countless audiences turned into deep shock, and the barrage in the live broadcast room drifted by like a rocket.

"Whoa! Are there really other shapes?"

"So Ye Gouzi wasn't joking?"

"If this guy could write a flower now, I wouldn't feel strange!"

"Listening to Ye Gouzi’s class, I lived through the feeling of how ignorant I am!"

"Upstairs, you are not fighting alone! You have me!"

And at this very moment, compared to the netizens focusing on the shape of the poem, a group of poetry masters had already tasted the meaning of this poem carefully.

Among them, Professor Li Hai, the lecturer of the first poetry live broadcast class, couldn't help but mutter to himself at this time.

"The first sentence is not only the poem title, but also the rhyme! It looks simple, but it is actually neat, catchy, and harmonious in sound!"

"The second sentence describes the fragrance and shape of tea."

"The third sentence is the popularity of tea."

"The fourth and fifth sentences describe the brewing of tea respectively."

"The sixth sentence mentions the time of drinking tea."

"The seventh sentence rises to the artistic conception of tea ceremony..."

By the time he finished speaking, the eyes of the curator of the Institute of Classical Chinese Culture were already obsessed!

"How can it be written so well?! Not only does it have formal beauty, but it also has rhythmic beauty and implied beauty!

In form, the whole poem cleverly uses the shape of Chinese characters to build a pagoda-shaped structure!"

"In rhythm, it uses dangerous rhymes, and the whole poem is done in one go!"

How high a literary foundation does this require?!

How excellent a literary ability does this require?!

At this moment, countless audiences in the live broadcast room were immersed in the beauty of the poetry given by Ye Xuan and couldn't extricate themselves.

Everyone had long been immersed in such a vivid and interesting classroom; where was the drowsiness and boredom before?!

The next moment, Ye Xuan’s voice sounded slowly.

"Then our class warm-up ends here..."

Warm-up?!

As soon as these two simple words from Ye Xuan came out, the live broadcast room, which currently had more than five million people, was blown up.

You brought out one king-bomb poem after another, and it was just a small introduction?!

This is like everyone thinking they had discovered rare treasures, but getting such an evaluation.

"It’s just worthless stuff."

Isn't it absurd?!

Isn't it funny?!

At this moment, for a group of poetry masters, everyone felt that their hearts had been hit hard.

Ask yourself, if it were them, they probably couldn't even write the two poems used for the classroom introduction just now.

This is just a beginning?!

This purely belongs to the kind of person who makes others angry!