Chapter 396

Not to mention the beautiful artistic conception of the three Ci sentences just now, it broke the inherent impression of everyone under the stage about Ci at the beginning.

And then to the extended three realms, the chins of countless students under the stage were late to close.

Is this still the ordinary Ci in their eyes?!

Not only the students under the stage, but many Presidents sitting in the first row also revealed shock.

Several Presidents also had literary backgrounds.

At this time, the more they thought about it, the more they could feel the inner meaning of these three realms.

For those who specialize in literature, poetry and Ci have a main difference.

It lies in the fact that poetry has a tradition of expressing ambitions, while Ci, when it first emerged, was just to write a beautiful song lyric and give it to a beautiful singer to sing.

This led to most of the Ci passed down writing about small love, what deep meaning is there?!

This is also one of the reasons why most people didn't attach much importance to Ci at the beginning.

But now, Ye Xuan not only did not immerse himself in Ci itself, but also extended Ci to the three realms of life.

Turning Ci into a guide for life, what kind of realm is this?!

What kind of 06 wisdom and talent is needed?!

Among the crowd of Presidents, the President of Tsinghua University happened to have a doctorate in literature and had been deeply engaged in poetry and Ci for the longest time, at this time his eyes looking at Ye Xuan were surprisingly bright.

He asked himself, even if he had studied poetry and Ci for more than thirty years, he couldn't reach Ye Xuan's level!

With Ye Xuan's short three realms of life coming out, the curiosity of everyone under the podium about Ci was raised to an unprecedented height.

The previous confusion and incomprehension suddenly vanished, and the students were now discussing in a chatter.

"I feel like my worldview has been refreshed again!"

"Recite it on the spot! I'm ready for Mr. Ye's words to go viral!"

"Suddenly feel that the impression of Ci in my heart has become high-end again!"

"Every time I attend Mr. Ye's class, it's a day of gaining knowledge, it turns out Ci can be so interesting....."

Just when everyone was discussing, many students already had glowing eyes, raised their hands one by one, and looked at Ye Xuan on the podium eagerly.

Seeing Ye Xuan raise his hand and nod to indicate permission, a boy with a crew cut in the middle of the second row couldn't suppress his excitement, stood up suddenly and spoke excitedly.

"Mr. Ye, in the past our Ci mostly described men's infatuation and women's resentment, can Ci also be used to write about other things?"

Once the voice fell, the remaining students also asked similar doubts one after another.

"For example, how should family affection be written?"

"And the most difficult patriotism! Can it also be expressed by Ci?"

"Can joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness all be described by Ci?!"

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At this moment, the thirst for knowledge about Ci among the crowd under the stage had reached its peak, obviously unable to wait to hear more content about Ci from Ye Xuan's mouth.

Taking in the heat and expectation in everyone's eyes, Ye Xuan, standing on the podium, did not change his expression and smiled lightly.

"Of course you can."

As this voice fell, everyone under the stage straightened their backs, gripped the pens in their hands, and prepared to take notes.

Some students were afraid that they wouldn't be able to record in time, so they turned on the phone recording software.

Some students also started recording videos with their phones from the beginning, and checked from time to time whether the phone was still recording, for fear of missing this precious scene.

Just under the hot eyes of countless students, Ye Xuan cleared his throat and spoke slowly.

"Anger bristles the hair, at the railing, the rain stops... Don't wait idly, white the young head, empty and sad."

Comparing the heroic ambition of serving the country with loyalty, who has the tragic heroism of Yue Fei?!

"Drunk, I trim the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming of returning to the horn-blowing camp... Finish the king's world affairs, win the name before and after death. Alas, white hair grows!"

Comparing the patriotic heart of unfulfilled ambitions, who has the heroism of Xin Qiji?

"Searching and searching, cold and clear, miserable and sad... This situation, how can a single word of sorrow describe it!"

Comparing the sorrow of turbulent times, who has the deep melancholy of Li Qingzhao?!

"The cicada is sad, facing the long pavilion late, the rain stops suddenly…… After this year, it should be a good time and scenery in vain, but even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?"

Comparing the nostalgia of parting, who has the grace of Liu Yong?!

For a time, the entire classroom was quiet, only Ye Xuan's voice echoed above the entire lecture hall.

Usually, people would feel that poetry and Ci are the voice of the heart, if a person doesn't have such an experience, how can they write such feelings?!

But now, everyone witnessed a miracle slowly happening in front of them.

As if saying that the previous assumptions were just used to describe themselves.

And true geniuses never stick to the rules of ordinary people.

For geniuses, who says that things that haven't been experienced cannot be turned into their own poetry and Ci meaning?!

Within a few short minutes, Ye Xuan made one good Ci after another on the spot.

It was clearly an extremely calm voice, but it made everyone's surprise grow bigger and bigger.

The students under the stage were all gripping their pens tightly, burying their heads and recording.

Even if their wrists were sore, they were afraid of missing any good Ci.

The Presidents in the first row were also savoring it.

The more they savored it, the more they were shocked, and the more they savored it, the more their eyes looking at Ye Xuan were like looking at a god.

And Ye Xuan on the stage did not notice the reactions of the crowd under the stage, at this time his brain seemed to have countless lights and shadows dancing.

Those were all the literati and ink-men of later generations reappearing one by one in his memory.

"A cup of wine for a new Ci", this is Yan Shu speaking.

"Do you know, do you know, it should 530 be green fat and red thin", that is Li Qingzhao whispering.

"When will the bright moon appear, ask the blue sky with wine, don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight", and Su Shi is singing.

"Falling into mud and grinding into dust, only the fragrance remains the same", this is... Lu You sighing.

The brilliant culture of the past five thousand years appeared one by one in front of Ye Xuan, appearing suddenly in this Peking University classroom.

There is the drizzle on the parasol tree, the east wind on the small building.

There are also magpie shadows flashing under the moonlight, and frog calls flowing in the rice flower fragrance.

There are also the connection between cloud waves and dawn mist, and the communication between chaotic rocks and shocking waves.

As Ye Xuan used one Ci work after another as examples, everyone's face was already full of disbelief.

Being able to get into Peking University, no matter how bad the Chinese is, it won't be too bad, everyone can naturally hear the level of these Ci.

It's not that they haven't seen people write Ci, but they haven't seen anyone write Ci without any brewing like Ye Xuan.

If it were usual, who wouldn't be thinking hard when writing Ci, spitting and stuttering for a long time without being able to squeeze out a word.

Or even if they forcibly said a few sentences, it was just a clumsy work of patchwork and shoddy production.

But now, every Ci that Ye Xuan said is a fine work.

It is even a famous work passed down through the ages!