Grandma's wanton life

Chapter 144: Yuefu Poetry Comes Out! (two more)

Professor Ye curled his lips, a little dissatisfied, and squinted his eyes into the microphone and said, "I can't even call a teacher well, are you awake?"

"You are really the worst class I have ever led!" Professor Ye scolded: "Start again!"

Seeing Ye Feng's serious look on the stage, the few students were trying not to let themselves laugh, while those famous and respected industry leaders in the audience were counting one by one, their faces were flushed with anger, and their hands were shaking.

God the worst class ever!
Have you taken students before?
Besides, who the hell are you saying is worse?

what?
Which one is not a well-known bigwig in the industry?

To put it bluntly, my fart can make a hole in the academic world!

What the hell are you saying we're bad?
All of them are so angry, they wish they could kill Ye Feng directly!
He is a hooligan!
Not only did you bring your daughter with you to class, but today it was even more extreme. Your daughter also brought a dog with you, why not return him!

Do you look like a professor?

Still have the face to bury us?
Although the hearts of these big brothers have already begun to explode, but now Professor Ye has the final say, what can you do in the face of a hooligan?

You can't help it, thank you.

"Old~teacher~good job!"

This time the yelling was more orderly, and Professor Ye nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Feng pressed his hand and said, "Everyone, please sit down."

After sitting down, this group of new experts couldn't hold their breath anymore, talking endlessly one by one.

Liu Libo, the deputy director of the Institute of Chinese Language and Culture at Beijing Normal University, said with a sullen face, "You are young, but you are not too airy, hmph!"

Sitting next to him was Li Lihua, the dean of the Chinese Department of Renmin University of China, who also sneered and said, "I'd like to see what kind of tricks we, a legend in the mathematics world, can do in the cultural world!"

"It's better for him to have some real facts and tell something, otherwise, even if someone in the mathematics field protects him, he will have to apologize publicly!"

"Do you really think that there is no one left in our cultural circle? How dare you speak out loud after writing a few broken poems? What a joke!"

"Today, Ye Feng must pay the price!" Feng Shuo is an expert in the history of poetry development, and he and Sun Meng have been friends for many years. When Ye Feng and Zi Ye threatened the poetry circle last time, Feng Shuo I don't like this leaf anymore, but since their poems are really incomprehensible, I didn't express any opinions.

However, this time is different, Ye Feng dared to say that the history of poetry development is incomplete, this is simply breaking ground on the head of Tai Sui, and he is looking for death!

When he said that, he was insulting the entire poetry world!

Even, they are provoking the entire relevant cultural and educational circles!

Looking at the people whispering under the stage, Ye Feng didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Gradually, being swept by Ye Feng's eyes, the audience slowly became quiet.

After the auditorium was completely quiet, Ye Feng slowly opened his mouth and said, "Is it all finished?"

No one disagrees.

Ye Feng was not surprised either, he raised his eyelids, glanced at the audience, and said, "When get out of class was over yesterday, how did you complete the homework assigned?"

Ye Feng asked this question, and it became even quieter below.

After a while, someone raised their hand.

It's Xueba Sun Xuejie.

Ye Feng smiled, "This classmate."

Senior sister Sun stood up, frowning. She checked the information last night and wanted to follow Ye Feng's prompt to look at this problem, but she really didn't find anything.

"If according to what you said, the history of poetry development is incomplete, what you meant yesterday is that the part in the Han Dynasty was incomplete. However, in the Han Dynasty, there is nothing worth studying at all. It is simply a desert in the history of poetry." Sister Sun He said seriously: "I have consulted a lot of classics and domestic works, and the poems of the Han Dynasty have basically been characterized. They are just a stage of promoting folk singing. Could it be that this is not true for you? Is that a complete explanation?"

Senior Sister Sun is worthy of being a top student. What she said was so clear that even the experts and professors present couldn't help but nod after hearing it.

Ye Feng nodded, "Okay, sit down first."

What Xuejie Sun said is actually not wrong. Indeed, the world's research on Han poetry has stagnated at the stage of folk promotion, and there has been no in-depth research since then.It was not her fault that she said what she had learned.

However, what Ye Feng wants to talk about is something that no one in this world knows!
Ye Feng looked at the audience and said slowly: "There are two questions about what this student said. First, the fact that the history of poetry development is incomplete is not what I said, but it is a fact! "For this point, Ye Feng is quite sure and very sure. Wouldn't the development of poetry be incomplete without Yuefu poems?joke!Therefore, his tone of voice was also very firm.

"Secondly, it is a joke to say that the Han Dynasty was a desert in the history of poetry!" Ye Feng did not laugh, but was very serious, with his back straightened, "The Han Dynasty is not only not a desert, but also, the poetry of this period is The brightest pearl in the history of poetry!"

"It's just that the pearl is dusty."

Ye Feng sighed suddenly.

Yuefu poetry!
In the entire history of poetry, it has an unshakable position!

If there were no Yuefu poems, perhaps there would not be the glory of the later Tang and Song cultures!

Such a bright pearl, Ye Feng will never let it be dusted!
At this moment, Ye Feng even felt that he had become a little holy.

"Hehe, you're not ashamed of your big words!" Dean Hu sneered while sitting: "The pearl is covered with dust? Are you talking about which pearl is covered with dust?"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Ye Feng glanced at him, and said softly: "Two Han, Yuefu poems!"

What the hell?
Yuefu poetry?
Everyone present was a little confused!
What kind of poem is a Yuefu poem?

Many students showed suspicion, obviously they had never heard of this term, but those experts and professors were speechless.

Although, it is also the first time they have heard of the term Yuefu Poetry.However, they have some impressions of the word "Yuefu".

Dean Hu sneered, "You're not talking about the music management organization in the Qin and Han Dynasties, are you?"

Ye Feng nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, it's the Yuefu."

"Ha, Professor Ye, Professor Ye, I think you are indeed a novelist. You are a music institution, and you can relate it to poetry? What does a government office that manages rhythm have to do with the development of poetry?"

Dean Hu laughed, and the whole auditorium immediately roared with laughter.

Zhao Huangming in the first row almost vomited blood, this Professor Ye is simply nonsense!Originally, I saw him ask a very in-depth question in the last question yesterday, but now he started to say some irrelevant things again!
Yuefu?

I am Yuefu, you uncle!
But Ye Feng was very calm, and still said in a low voice: "Poetry, poetry, do you think poetry and music are related?"

"Forehead……"

The group of laughing people suddenly choked.

What Ye Feng said seems to make sense!
"Nonsense!" Dean Hu scolded: "With just this one word, you dare to associate poetry with Yuefu? It's a joke!"

"Nonsense? Haha." Ye Feng sneered and said, "Is it nonsense? Let's speak with facts."

"Hmph! Let's see what facts you have!" Dean Hu's face was full of disdain. If the history of poetry development is really so easy to overthrow, it would be a waste of their hard work of several generations.

"Actually, there are some things that are just ignored by everyone unconsciously because of the rigidity of thinking." Ye Fengdan said to everyone in the audience: "Today, I will take everyone out of your original thinking mode."

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng took out a piece of paper from the lesson plan bag and walked to the projector, opened the material in his hand and projected it on the big screen behind him, "I have a poem here, of course, it is not written by me, it is It was written by a man named Li Ke in the Tang Dynasty. This poem is called "Recalling the Ancient Wind". Well, the poem is not very well written, but this is not the point. The point is this sentence-empty and full of ambition, I don’t see the Ancient Music House.”

The historical development of this world is a bit different from the previous world, but after Ye Feng kept collecting information, he still found some clues.Of course, this is Ye Feng's firm belief that there are Yuefu poems, and he collected them with a purpose, and no one else would really be able to find them.

However, those iron-like evidences that can prove the existence of Yuefu poems have been lost or disappeared due to other reasons, that is, the famous ancient prose movement has disappeared as a whole.It took Ye Feng a lot of effort to find such a piece of evidence. Although the strength is a bit weak, it is enough to support his argument.

(End of this chapter)