Chapter 682
"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 going to release a big move next.
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 in the live broadcast room.
"People coming and going on the river, only love the beauty of perch. You look at a leaf boat, appearing and disappearing in the wind and waves."
This is Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman on the River."
"Don't laugh at the muddy farmhouse wax wine, the harvest year keeps guests with enough chicken and pork. Mountains and rivers are heavy and complex, suspecting there is no way, willows are dark and flowers are bright, and there is another village."
That is Lu You's "Touring Shanxi Village."
As more and more poems were uttered from Ye Xuan's mouth, the movements of countless netizens also paused.
However, the pause at this time and the pause just now were a difference of 108,000 miles.
For Jia Qianqian's poems, the netizens' pause was because they were dumbfounded.
After all, a poem that combines "really fragrant" and "nose shit" really dropped many jaws.
But facing Ye Xuan's poems that were uttered as soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of a group of netizens were filled with admiration and shock.
This is poetry!
After listening to too many of Jia Qianqian's poems, they need Ye Gouzi's poems to save their aesthetics for poetry again!
"Golden goblet of clear wine, ten thousand coins, jade plate of delicacies, worth ten thousand money.
Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, unable to eat, drawing the sword and looking around, the heart is at a loss…"
Ye Xuan's voice was still ringing, and when he finished speaking, he gave his evaluation lightly.
"Ms. Jia, all scenery words are emotion words."
The subtext is, what the hell is your dog shit poem?!
Once these words came out, countless people in the live broadcast room also followed Ye Xuan to savor it carefully.
Yes.
In poetry, there are both scenery words that focus on depicting objects and emotional words that express inner emotions.
This suggestion for writing poetry hit the point in minutes and broke the key point of writing poetry in one word.
Many netizens had already reacted. Is this live broadcast a literary challenge? 1
It is simply Ye Xuan using this literary challenge to give everyone a free master class in poetry.
More and more netizens teased on the spot.
"Good guy, Ms. Jia Qianqian's literary challenge is simply rubbing Ye Xuan's poetry class for free!"
"This one-on-one poetry master class is a big profit!"
"All scenery words are emotion words, Mr. Ye's words make so much sense!"
"Learned, learned, it is so difficult to listen to a class by Ye Gouzi now, I didn't expect there to be such a way as Jia Qianqian!"
At this very moment, not only did the netizens think so, 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 poems, everyone always felt that they were missing a little bit of feeling.
It turns out that they didn't grasp the key.
The barrage in the live broadcast room still came like snowflakes.
Large waves of rewarded gifts were thrown into the live broadcast room as if they were free.
For a time, the entire live broadcast room was colorful and magnificent.
Just when everyone was immersed in Ye Xuan's comments, only Jia Qianqian, who had just published her poem, had a stiff smile on the corner of her mouth.
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 herself for rubbing Ye Xuan's master class, Jia Qianqian was so angry that her face flushed red.
Who the hell is rubbing the class?!
Seeing that Ye Xuan gave such a comment at the end, Jia Qianqian directly took it as a provocation to herself.
Does Ye Xuan think she can't write scenery?!
She insists on writing it for him to see!
Once the unyielding spirit came out, Jia Qianqian raised her chin and said with an arrogant tone.
"Let's continue, next I want to launch 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 the "Really Fragrant" just now, right?
Just as many netizens were sighing like this, they heard Jia Qianqian raise her head high and recite her new poem with emotion again.
"We went to pee together."
"I stand, you hide, one high one low…"
"Falling with the rain, it can no longer be distinguished in the mud."
Before Jia Qianqian finished reciting the whole 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 is back in the rivers and lakes?!
This is also called a poem?!
A full screen of punctuation marks surged, all simply and directly indicating their dumbfoundedness.
Until dozens of seconds later, one comment after another sprayed out.
"Ye Gouzi, hurry up and speak, I feel my ears are poisoned!"
"The previous second: Jia Qianqian can write a normal poem, the next second: I am crazy for having this idea! 【Cracking】"
"I express that my ears suffered 10,000 points of critical damage, and I urgently need Ye Gouzi's poems 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.
Do these viewers have any aesthetics?!
Is this treating her poem as a biochemical weapon?
Still need to wash ears?!
At this very moment, Jia Qianqian began to have self-doubting thoughts for the first time.
Could it be that the poems she wrote are really not that good?!
Just when Jia Qianqian was doubting life, Ye Xuan also noticed the request of the netizens in the live broadcast room, and nodded solemnly.
Even if the netizens didn't say it, he had this idea.
Such eye-stinging things can also be called poems?!
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 immersed themselves in it.
A painting seemed to unfold in front of their eyes.
End of Chapter
