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Chapter 171 One more move, group destruction! (Second update, please subscribe)
"Yang Zhuoxu, ask Mr. Lin for guidance."

"Zhao Xijun, ask Teacher Lin for guidance."

"Zhu Ning, ask Teacher Lin for guidance."

"..."

Soon, more than a dozen students stood up, looking at Lin Xuan with renewed vigor in their eyes.

Lin Xuan nodded secretly.

The spirit of never admitting defeat in these students is what he admires the most.

He was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze stayed on a young man, his expression froze: "Isn't this young man the guy I met in the movie theater a while ago, who bought a thousand cups of milk tea?" ? He is actually a student of Zhejiang University, I really didn't expect it."

But next second.

When Lin Xuan saw the girl in the white dress, his eyes were in a daze.

After a while, he came back to his senses.

The girl is beautiful.

But this was not the reason why Lin Xuan was in a trance.It can be said that since Lin Xuan traveled through time, he has seen many beauties. Wen Tong and He Xiaodou can all be regarded as top beauties. The charm is unstoppable.

But he has never seen such a quiet and elegant temperament like the girl in white clothes in others.

"Sister, Brother Xuan is looking at you."

Ye Youlei said in a low voice with a proud face.

The girl smiled slightly, but did not speak.

And the surrounding boys who had been focusing on the girl slandered in their hearts: "Made...Lin Xuan can see it, but they can't?"

But at this moment they knew that this reckless man was Ting Yu's younger brother.

Hmm... I don't seem to feel so uncomfortable anymore.

At this time.

Ye Youlei frowned and said strangely: "Why do I feel that Brother Xuan is a little familiar?"

The girl smiled lightly: "What are you talking about, you are not familiar with your idol?"

Ye Youlei shook his head: "No. I always feel that brother Xuan's eyes, I seem to have seen them in reality. Strange, where did I see them? Bars? Dance halls? Racetracks? Swimming pools? Yachts?..."

The girl glanced at him lightly.

Ye Youlei was shocked: "Sister, I didn't go to those places! Really! You listen to my quibble, I..."

……

……

Lin Xuan quickly withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "I don't dare to be an instructor. I'm also not more than a year or two older than you. Just treat it as a poetry exchange class. What poems do you want to write?"

The glasses students seem to have been prepared for a long time, and they talked eloquently: "Now is the season of crisp autumn and breezy wind. The ancient poets liked this time the most. They made friends with poems and sang with words, and countless classic poems emerged. Now we can also emulate it, that is, write poems with autumn as the theme to express the artistic conception of autumn, such as: state of mind, scenery, atmosphere...etc."

autumn?

Lin Xuan smiled: "Yes."

The eye student said: "Of course, in order to find inspiration, we have also prepared some materials."

As he spoke, he came to the podium, turned on the projector on the podium, and then took out a USB flash drive from his body and connected it to it.

Soon, many photos appeared on the projector, each of which was an autumn scene.

With these photos, students will have a lot more inspiration.

The scene gradually quieted down, and more than a dozen students who volunteered to stand up all showed contemplative expressions.Even the girl thought for a while, her expression focused.

After a few minutes.

Some students began to write.

As time went on... more and more students were writing on their own paper.

After about half an hour, seven or eight students had already stopped, obviously finishing their poems.

"Please advise!"

"Please advise!"

The completed students stood up one by one, came to the stage to submit their poems, and all of them were full of energy, obviously very satisfied with their works.

Only the young girl was still frowning and thinking hard, abandoning all the distracting thoughts around her. There was a blank sheet of paper in front of her, and the pen in her hand had not dropped for a long time.

Lin Xuan glanced at the submitted poems, his expression remained unchanged, which made the students who wanted to see his expression change a little bit strange, wondering what he was thinking.

At this moment, I saw Lin Xuan put all the students' works on the projector, and said in a deep voice: "I won't comment on them one by one, but I will talk about a few questions first.

Whether it is a modern person or an ancient person, it is difficult to get rid of these three states when writing poetry:
The first one is deliberate pretense.

The second type is moaning without illness.

The third type is pretending to understand what you don’t know.

Unfortunately, the poems you have written include all three types. "

There was an uproar.

The students thought of countless possibilities, such as: Lin Xuan said that his poems were not good, his words were not expressive, his literary attainments were not deep, and other problems. Poems are all trampled underfoot.

No matter how good-tempered the student is, his expression becomes ugly at this moment.

Finally, one student couldn't help standing up: "Mr. Lin, aren't you talking too much?"

Someone else said indignantly: "You didn't even give pointers, and directly beat to death the poems we worked so hard to create. Is this your attitude?"

The sentiment is exciting.

Even many students became angry.

However, Lin Xuan still had a slight smile on his face, but his voice suddenly became serious: "I know that many of you are not convinced when I say these words. But you should keep your eyes open to read the poems you wrote.

The yellow leaves are all over the ground, and the patches are lonely?

It's frosty and cold in front of the court, and the road is far away, recalling the embarrassment?
The cold rain hits plantains, causing people to worry about it?
Yes, it looks great!Every sentence is sad and desolate, and every sentence is full of melancholy.Does it feel like a poet complaining about himself, feeling lonely and desolate when reading it?Have you been infected by your emotions? "

Those words pierced the hearts of every student.

Everyone at the scene was stunned, especially the students who wrote poems, their faces flushed even more.

Lin Xuan's voice became more and more fierce: "You can ask your teacher, can these poems be put on stage? Not to mention other things, how old are you? At the age of teens and early twenties, where did you get so much melancholy? Where did you come from? So much emotion and moaning?

As soon as I saw autumn, I wrote about the bleakness and sadness of autumn.

The ancients wrote about sorrow because they had this experience, so they could empathize and write classics.

But do you have the life insights of the ancients?

If not, how can we understand sorrow?

Since you don't understand, how can you write qualified poems?

That's why I didn't comment on them, because they can be summed up in one sentence in my opinion: laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch jokes. "

There was a deathly silence in the classroom.

No one spoke.

Standing at the end, several teachers from the Faculty of Arts also shook their heads and sighed a few times, apparently approving Lin Xuan's words.

Since even the teachers recognized it, it meant that Lin Xuan's words were not wrong.So even though many students were still unwilling, even if Lin Xuan scolded them badly, everyone could only endure it.

The girl was finally awakened by Lin Xuan's cold voice, she pursed her lips, and glanced at the words on her paper: The geese go back, only lovesickness remains...

She shook her head and gave a wry smile, tearing up the paper.

Then look at Lin Xuan.

On the podium, Lin Xuan picked up the chalk again, turned around and wrote vigorously on the blackboard.At the same time, he said lightly: "If I have to comment, then I can only use this sentence to describe these poems——"

Soon, another line of poetry appeared on the blackboard:

"Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, so they force their sorrows to write new words!"

shocked.

All were dumbfounded.

Quite a few people looked at the poems on the blackboard, their faces turning red and white.

These dozen or so words far surpassed the spiritual impact of Lin Xuan's words just now.Almost all the students who wrote poetry were involved, pointing their noses to satirize them vividly.

one move!
Destroy the group!

(End of this chapter)