Chapter 639

Can't help but not obey.

In this piece of poetry, Ye Xuan is simply God chasing after him to reward him with food!

At this time, there are still many people who have the same thoughts as President Liu.

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

"If there is no Ye Xuan in the poetry circle, it will be like a long night for eternity!"

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

"How many strange ideas are there in Mr. Ye's brain?!"

Just when countless people in the live broadcast room were full of emotion for this cross 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, like a pebble hitting everyone's heart lake, countless viewers were stunned again.

Having a cross-figure poem is already amazing enough, you actually have others?!

For a time, the curiosity in the hearts of the confused viewers was completely hooked by Ye Xuan.

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

"I almost suspected that I had auditory hallucinations, really or fake?! 【Dumbfounded JPG】"

"I subconsciously dug my ear holes, for fear that my ears had problems!"

"I already have a sense of picture in the front row, shut up!"

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

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

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

Various guesses all appeared in the barrage.

Browsing quietly for a while, Ye Xuan under the lens held a faint smile, wiped the black characters on the whiteboard, and wrote on the whiteboard again.

With the rustling sound of the marker pen on the whiteboard, everyone's curiosity was lifted to the peak.

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

————————Tea————————

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

—————Admire the poet, love the monk—————

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

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

——Night after inviting to accompany the bright moon, morning before ordering to face the morning glow——

—Wash away the ancient and modern people without fatigue, how can you praise 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 the front and back expressed three layers of meaning.

First, from the nature of tea to people's love for tea.

At the same time, from the brewing of tea to people's dietary customs.

Secondly, from the function of tea to the role of tea in refreshing and sobering up.

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

"This is, Pagoda Poetry!"

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

Pagoda Poetry?!

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

This pagoda poem looks like a pagoda, right?!

After reacting, the emotions of countless viewers turned into deep shock, and the barrage in the live broadcast room flew past like a rocket.

"Damn! Is there really another shape?"

"So Ye Gouzi wasn't joking?"

"If this guy can write a flower now, I won't find it strange!"

"Listening to Ye Gouzi's class, I lived out the sense of sight that I have no knowledge!"

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

And at this very moment, compared to netizens paying attention to the shape of the poem, a crowd of poetry masters have already tasted the meaning of this poem.

Among them, Professor Li Hai, the keynote speaker of the first poetry live broadcast class, couldn't help but mutter to himself now.

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

"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 said the last sentence, the eyes of this curator of the Institute of Chinese Classical Culture were already obsessed!

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

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

In rhythm, all of them are rhymed with dangerous rhymes, and the whole poem is done in one go!"

How high a literary foundation does this need?!

How excellent a literary ability does this need?!

At this very moment, countless viewers in the live broadcast room are immersed in the beauty of the poetry given by Ye Xuan and cannot extricate themselves.

Everyone has long been immersed in such a vivid and interesting class, where is the previous sleepiness and boredom?!

The next moment, I heard Ye Xuan's voice ring slowly.

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

Warm-up?!

As soon as these two simple words of Ye Xuan came out, the live broadcast room, which currently has more than 5 million people, was instantly blown up.

You took out one after another king bomb poetry, and it was just a small introduction?!

This is like everyone thinking they found a rare treasure, but they got such an evaluation.

"It's just a worthless thing."

Isn't it outrageous?!

Isn't it funny?!

At this moment, for a crowd of poetry masters, everyone only felt that their hearts were hit hard by a shot.

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

This is just a beginning?!

This belongs to the person who is angry to death! Ten.