Chapter 354

Can this daughter be sent back to be reincarnated?!

Not only Mr. Jia Pingwa, but many Writers Association members in front of the screen also showed indescribable expressions.

If one were to describe it in plain language, it would be—

If even someone like Jia Qianqian can join the Writers Association, how can I get rid of the feeling that the Writers Association I joined is of a very low grade?!

Just as everyone in front of the live broadcast room had different expressions, it was Ye Xuan's turn to speak.

"If you want to write about food..."

Seeing Ye Xuan deliberately slow down his movements, countless netizens in front of the live broadcast room already had a vague premonition.

Ye Xuan is about to unleash a big move.

Countless netizens consciously quieted down, and the barrage in the live broadcast room gradually subsided.

After a few breaths, Ye Xuan's clear voice flowed slowly into the live broadcast room.

"People come and go on the river, only loving the beauty of the perch. Look at the small boat, appearing and disappearing in the wind and waves."

This is Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman on the River."

"Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farm, the harvest year treats guests with chicken and pork. Mountains and rivers seem to have no way, but willow trees and bright flowers reveal another village."

That is Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village."

As more and more poetry spilled from Ye Xuan's mouth, the movements of countless netizens also paused.

However, the pause at this time was worlds apart from the pause just now.

For Jia Qianqian's poetry, the netizens' pause was because they were dumbfounded.

After all, a poem that combines "smells so good" and "nose booger" truly shocked many people.

But facing the poems that Ye Xuan recited with ease, the eyes of the netizens were filled with admiration and shock.

This is poetry!

After hearing too much of Jia Qianqian's poetry, they need Ye Gouzi's poetry to save 06 their aesthetics for poetry!

"Clear wine in a golden cup worth ten thousand, delicacies on a jade plate worth ten thousand.

Stopping the cup and throwing down the chopsticks, unable to eat, drawing the sword and looking around, feeling lost..."

Ye Xuan's voice continued to sound, and when he finished, he gave his evaluation lightly.

"Ms. Jia, all landscape language is emotional language."

The subtext is, what the hell is that dogshit poetry of yours?!

Once these words were out, countless people in the live broadcast room also began to savor them along with Ye Xuan.

Indeed.

In poetry, there is both landscape language that focuses on depicting objects, and emotional language that expresses inner feelings.

This suggestion for writing poetry hit the nail on the head in minutes, pointing out the key to writing poetry.

Many netizens had already realized that this live broadcast was not a literary duel challenge at all!

It was simply Ye Xuan using this literary duel challenge to give everyone a free master class in poetry.

More and more netizens began to tease on the spot.

"Good guy, Ms. Jia Qianqian's literary duel challenge is simply freeloading on Ye Xuan's poetry class!"

"This one-on-one poetry master class is a huge profit!"

"All landscape language is emotional language, Mr. Ye's words are so reasonable!"

"Learned, learned, it's so hard to hear a class from Ye Gouzi nowadays; I didn't expect there to be a way like Jia Qianqian's!"

At this very moment, not only were the netizens thinking this, but even Jia Pingwa and the Writers Association members who were watching the live broadcast had a refreshing feeling.

No wonder every time they compared the poems they wrote with Ye Xuan's, everyone always felt they were missing that little bit of feeling.

It turns out they hadn't grasped the key to it.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was still coming down like snowflakes.

Large waves of reward gifts were thrown into the live broadcast room as if they were free.

In an instant, the entire live broadcast room was colorful and magnificent.

Just as everyone was immersed in Ye Xuan's commentary, only Jia Qianqian, who had just published her poem, had her smile stiffen.

She originally thought her new poem could get applause and flattery from netizens.

But why was the actual situation completely different?!

Seeing the barrage teasing her for freeloading on Ye Xuan's master class, Jia Qianqian was so angry that her face turned red.

Who the hell is freeloading on a class?!

Seeing that Ye Xuan also gave such a comment at the end, Jia Qianqian took it directly as a provocation to herself.

Does Ye Xuan think she doesn't know how to write about landscapes?!

She insists on writing it for him to see!

With a spirit of not admitting defeat, Jia Qianqian raised her chin, her tone still arrogant.

"Let's continue, next I want to release a new poem of mine called 'Rainy Day'."

Rainy day?!

Listening to the name, it sounds like a normal poem; many netizens have pricked up their ears.

It shouldn't be as outrageous as that "It Smells So Good" just now, right?

Just as many netizens were sighing, they heard Jia Qianqian raise her head high and recite her new poem with deep affection again.

"We went to pee together."

"I stand, you hide, one high, one low..."

"Falling with the rain, unable to distinguish in the mud."

Before Jia Qianqian could finish the poem, the expressions of countless netizens in front of the screen had already fallen into a daze.

The same thought occupied everyone's mind again.

Toilet literature makes a comeback?!

This damn thing is also called poetry?!

A full screen of punctuation marks surged in, all simply and directly indicating their dumbfoundedness.

It wasn't until dozens of seconds later that one comment after another gushed in.

"Ye Gouzi, hurry up and speak, I feel like my ears are poisoned!"

"The previous second: Jia Qianqian can write a normal poem; the next second: I was crazy to have that thought! [Cracking]"

"I declare that my ears have suffered ten thousand points of critical damage, and I urgently need Ye Gouzi's poetry to wash my ears!"

"Kneeling and begging Ye Gouzi to speak quickly!"

Seeing this series of barrages, Jia Qianqian's nose was almost crooked with anger.

Does this group of viewers have any aesthetics?!

Are they treating her poetry as a biological weapon?!

Need to wash their ears?!

At this very moment, Jia Qianqian began to have thoughts of self-doubt for the first time.

Could it be that the poetry she wrote really wasn't that good?!

Just as Jia Qianqian was falling into self-doubt, Ye Xuan also noticed the request of the netizens in the live broadcast room, and now he nodded solemnly.

Even if the netizens didn't say it, he had this idea.

Such eye-stinging things can also be called poetry?!

Recalling that Jia Qianqian's title was "Rainy Day," Ye Xuan also remembered Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane" from later generations.

Clearing his throat, Ye Xuan spoke slowly.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella"

"Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy lane"

"I 663 hope to meet a clove-like"

"Girl with sorrow..."

As Ye Xuan's calm voice sounded, many netizens also became immersed in it.

A painting seemed to unfold before their eyes.