My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 447
【450】Ancient Charm

"The beauty of literature, in a small way, is the beauty of the exterior, that is, the beauty of words and rhetoric; secondly, the beauty of things in appearance, that is, the beauty of the pen; the so-called great beauty is the beauty of the inner, that is, the beauty of endless aftertaste and profound morality."

Ye Xuan didn't say much, and went straight to the topic.

"I believe that those who can sit here and listen to my lectures are full of love for literature. Today I will specifically talk about ancient studies."

The students here are basically sophomores and juniors in the School of Liberal Arts of Peking University. As for the freshmen, they are in military training, and the seniors are busy with internships.

The majors they study are all closely related to literature, and ancient literature is something that everyone must study. Therefore, everyone would like to hear Ye Xuan, an ancient literature master, have some profound insights on ancient literature.

"My main purpose today is to let everyone feel the charm of ancient studies. I know that many students sitting here have started to recite poems before going to school. Everyone has their own favorite ancient poems. What I want to ask everyone is, do you Why do you like poetry?"

The people below were taken aback. Do you still need to ask this question?

"I know, I know." A female classmate raised her hand excitedly and shouted.

"Then stand up and answer."

Seeing Ye Xuan's gesture, the girl stood up happily and said:

"The reason why I like poetry is that poetry can implicitly express people's rich thoughts and feelings with concise language, rich images and exquisite and strict rhythm."

"Very good, it seems that you have a lot of research on poetry, which is really rare." Ye Xuan said appreciatively, a few words can sum up the charm of ancient poetry, and it is impossible without a certain foundation.

The girl was praised by Ye Xuan, and sat down happily.

"The ancients liked poetry, and today's people also like poetry. The ancients could feel the charm of poetry, and after thousands of years, people today can still feel the charm."

"But why are few people writing poetry now? Of course, it is because of the different cultures they accept. The ancients wrote poetry because poetry was the basic genre of literature at that time. Poetry is a special language that can express the poet's emotions vividly. expressed."

"The basic genre of today's literature is the vernacular. The vernacular is based on the spoken language of today's people, and the written language has been processed. It is written for the common people to understand. One is to fully express people's emotions. This is a language that everyone can understand, there is no such thing as who is good and who is bad."

Ye Xuan stopped here, turned around and wrote on the blackboard:
Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

After Ye Xuan finished writing, he turned his head to look at the many students below, and said to Xiao Sa: "Host, you are the host of the broadcast, please recite this poem with emotion."

When Xiao Sa heard Ye Xuan's roll call, she stood up and recited the poem emotionally.

Ye Xuan nodded calmly, showing no signs of happiness or anger, but asked the students at the scene: "What do you think of the host's recitation?"

Xiao Sa is relatively well-known in China, and many people below are his fans, and Xiao Sa is full of emotions, and his recitation is relatively good.

Therefore, they all applauded!
Ye Xuan shook his head, and said slowly:
"With all due respect, this is just reading poetry. In the Tang Dynasty, it would make people laugh."

From the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Ye Xuan went through the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States, through the Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. For others, those past events are untouchable history. .

"The host is just reading. Although his voice is nice, his tone has been misused. Poems are mainly recited, essays are mainly recited, songs are mainly sung; the so-called poems should recite their meaning, articles should recite their words, and songs should be recited. Chanting its sound. What is chant, I think it has almost been lost nowadays, no one can chant, how can anyone know its charm? So today people only appreciate poems, what a pity! What a pity! The ancients wrote poems to express their meaning through chant, so that People know what they mean when they hear it.”

Xiao Sa listened and nodded frequently.

A female classmate in the audience rolled her eyes, raised her hand and said, "Ms. Ye, I hear what you mean, you know how to recite poems? Wouldn't it be better for you to recite poems and let us appreciate the charm of poems? Say nothing!"

This female classmate is Xiao Sa's fan, seeing Ye Xuan lose Xiao Sa's face, she wanted to make things difficult for Ye Xuan.

However, there were many students in the audience who really wanted to feel the style of the ancients reciting poems against each other, and they all looked at Ye Xuan eagerly and expectantly.

"As I said, I am here today to let everyone feel the charm of ancient studies."

As he said, Ye Xuan walked lightly on the stage with his hands behind his back, just like an ancient wit.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

While chanting, Ye Xuan recalled Taibai's drunk demeanor.

The students could hear each word clearly, but the intonation was something that everyone had never heard before. Each word was uttered with a very special tone, slow, high, low, brisk, and different, with pauses and pauses between the lines. , special and intoxicating, with every word in my ears, it seems that the meaning of this poem is clearly displayed in my brain.

At this moment, countless images appeared in everyone's minds as if a movie was playing.

By the Yellow River, Taibai drank wine, danced his sword, and had fun in time.

The large auditorium was so quiet that there was only a faint sound of breathing. Everyone was indulging in "Will Enter the Wine", no, it should be said that they were intoxicated in the wonderful artistic conception chanted by Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan glanced at it and smiled faintly. This is the charm of the ancient poems of the Hua Kingdom. He just recited them casually. If it were placed in the Tang Dynasty, singing girls and dancing prostitutes chanted and danced at the same time. .

"Cough cough!"

Ye Xuan coughed lightly, interrupting everyone who was indulging in "Willing To Drink", "What do you think?"

"Is this the poetry recited by the ancients? It's amazing, you can feel the charm of poetry just by listening to it."

"It's so graphic, I seem to be drunk after watching Taibai, and feel the boldness and boldness in this poem!"

"Lao Laolao's singing is so nice and romantic, it's even better than those singers singing."

"Did someone record it? Good things need to be shared. I really can't get tired of listening to them."

(End of this chapter)