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Chapter 446 Poetry in Seven Steps
【449】Seven steps into a poem

"Whether it is the majestic "Qinyuan Chunxue" in the ancient style, or the philosophical and thought-provoking "Born in Sorrow and Die in Peace" in the ancient style, or "Facing the sea, "Spring Blossoms Blossoms", or "Kong Yiji", "Diary of a Madman", which hits the nail on the head and thought-provoking, or "Song of Righteous Qi", which is as vast as the sea and has awe-inspiring momentum, expresses one's ambitions in poetry, or the phrase "Who is born since ancient times?" There is no death, but keep the loyal heart to reflect the history's song and tears."

“These works are all astonishing!”

"The guest invited today is well-known on the Internet for his talent and learning. Whether it is modern prose, ancient prose, modern poetry, or ancient poetry, he can master it with ease."

"His works have been popular in the streets and alleys in just one month, and countless people have drawn upward power from his works."

"Although he is young, he has a pair of wise eyes."

"Although he is young, he has a bright mind."

"Although he is young, his work has depth."

Xiao Sa smiled and said the speech prepared in advance, and finally looked at the students at the scene and said:
"I believe that I don't need to say his name, everyone already knows who the guest invited today is?"

Under the stage, thousands of students in the lecture hall shouted in unison: "Ye Xuan."

"That's right, it's Ye Xuan." Xiao Sa took out the card in his hand and said while reading aloud:
"Let us applaud Mr. Ye Xuan, the professor of the School of Liberal Arts of Peking University, the professor of the School of Humanities of Huaqing University, the creator of the perfect score in the big test, the record holder of the big test score, the top scorer of this year's big test, writer and poet."

He said all of Ye Xuan's titles at once, and there was warm applause from the audience.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the backstage passage, they wanted to see what the young professor Ye Xuan looked like!
Soon, a figure came out slowly.

White gown, thin body, elegant temperament, handsome face, expression cold.

Those eyes, deep and wise, shone with the light of wisdom, not like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, but like an old man who has seen through the vicissitudes of life.

A girl covered her mouth and exclaimed: "This is Ye Xuan, it's not at all what I imagined."

The girl next to her asked, "What does it look like in your imagination?"

"I imagined him to be a big ugly guy. Talented people are usually ugly, and a talented person like Ye Xuan is even more ugly. I didn't expect him to be so handsome? This is unscientific!"

"Science? What does this have to do with science? Science doesn't prove that talented people are ugly!"

"You don't understand that." The girl raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Ma Yun is talented, but he is not flattering. Mr. Ma Yun's talent in business and Mr. Ye's talent in literature are basically comparable. Draw an equal sign, but Teacher Ye looks so handsome!"

"What you said seems to make sense...Hey, hey, why do you have a nosebleed?"

"I'm so excited, I can't take it anymore, she's so handsome, Mr. Ye shouldn't be studying literature, he should be studying acting!!"

"That's right, if Mr. Ye were to appear in a film and television drama, he would be attracted to this appearance, which is enough to make people completely fall for it."

"Indulging in Ye Xuan's appearance, I can't extricate myself..."

……

Xiao Sa hurried up to meet Ye Xuan and shook hands with Ye Xuan. When Ye Xuan was about to walk towards the center of the stage, Xiao Sa hurriedly stopped him with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Professor Ye, my colleague is very bad. Knowing that you are coming, let me give you a small test."

Ye Xuan asked calmly: "What little test?"

Xiao Sa said: "They said that you have always been quick-witted. If you were an ordinary person, we would definitely not be in such a difficult situation."

Ye Xuan guessed: "Are you asking me to write poetry?"

"Yes." Xiao Sa nodded, and said with a smile: "In ancient times, Cao Zijian made a poem in seven steps, and it was passed down as a beautiful story. What about you? You are also famous for your talent. Some people say that your talent is no less than Cao Zijian. Now you are far away from the center of the stage. It's about six or seven steps, I don't know if you can make a poem in seven steps, let us open our eyes."

As soon as Xiao Sa finished speaking, the audience in the audience became excited, raised their fists and shouted:

"Seven steps into poetry!"

"Seven steps into poetry!!"

"Seven steps into poetry!!!"

Poetry in seven steps?

How difficult is this?

There are tens of thousands of poems that should have appeared in this world, but now they are all imprinted in Ye Xuan's mind, not to mention seven steps to a poem, one step is enough.

Xiao Sa made a gesture of please.

Ye Xuan picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth, and walked towards the center of the stage.

"Flowers of Success,"

"People are only amazed by her current beauty,"

"However, her buds at the beginning,"

"Soaked in the fountain of tears of struggle,"

"Sprayed the blood of sacrifices."

Every time Ye Xuan took a step, he slowly recited a sentence, and when he happened to be standing in the center of the stage, this modern short poem was just finished.

Everyone chewed carefully. Although this "Flower of Success" is not as stunning as his previous works, it is full of philosophical thoughts.

Xiao Sa was the first to recover, picked up the microphone, and repeated:
"A successful flower, people only admire her current beauty, but at the beginning, her buds were soaked in tears of struggle and sprinkled with blood rain of sacrifice."

Ye Xuan only recited it once, and Xiao Sa firmly memorized it, and it was verbatim. It can be seen that he, the famous host of the Imperial TV Station, is by no means in vain.

The students in the audience were also awakened from their contemplation by Xiao Sa's voice, only to hear him continue:

"I think that Professor Ye wrote this poem to tell everyone, don't just focus on the success of others, because you don't know how much effort he has put in for success."

"Just like Professor Ye himself, everyone has seen his current glamorous appearance, the top scorer in the final exam, a young professor, a young talent, and a brilliant reputation, but what everyone can't see is his hard work and dedication."

"The bench will be cold for ten years, this is by no means empty talk."

Whoa whoa whoa!
The applause of the audience was thunderous.

Xiao Sa said: "Okay, now I will hand over the stage to Professor Ye, and ask Professor Ye to give you a lecture."

Ye Xuan nodded to everyone.

This was originally a large lecture theater, so chalk and blackboards are all available.

Ye Xuan turned around and picked up the chalk and said:

"Hi everyone, let me introduce myself first, Ye Xuan."

As he spoke, he turned around and wrote the word "Ye Xuan" on the blackboard.

"What a chic word."

"What a beautiful word."

"Just from this character, I can see that Mr. Ye's calligraphy attainments are also extraordinary."

The students below admired the words one after another. With just two words, they can be counted as proficient in calligraphy. Many girls looked at Ye Xuan with admiration, and thought to themselves:
"He's so handsome, with a thin and straight body, dark eyes, smart demeanor, good handwriting, and such talent, he's really a perfect male god."

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(End of this chapter)