I became popular on the stage

Chapter 173 One Two Three Four Five, Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers

The silence in the lecture theater lasted for a long time.

at last.

Teacher Zhao sighed softly, stood behind and said: "Good words! Really good words! No matter in terms of the profound meaning behind it or the charm of the word itself, this word is considered top-notch Your choice. Lin Xuan, you mentioned this poem to us teachers and students all over again, which made us deeply touched. I don’t know if this poem has a name?”

name?

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't say that the poem was called "Ugly Nuer Shubo Mountain Road Zhongbi"?

After a pause, he said: "Ahem... I made it temporarily, I haven't come up with a name yet, so I'll make you laugh at me, teacher."

Teacher Zhao shook his head: "Where are you going to laugh, you are the one who laughs at us. Lin Xuan, I will frame this poem later and paste it on the wall of Zhejiang University's College of Arts as a warning to our students. I wonder if you agree?"

"what?"

Lin Xuan quickly said: "This is my honor."

Zhejiang. Great!

One of the top universities in China.

If the words I wrote can be hung in their literature school, my ancestral grave will be smoked... However, I hope Xin Qiji will not crawl out of the ground and strangle him to death.

Teacher Zhao nodded: "Thank you. Our students have not experienced the tempering of society, and they have benefited a lot from your guidance. Next, I hope you can give them more guidance."

After speaking, he signaled Lin Xuan to continue.

Lin Xuanzheng had this intention.

He cleared his throat and smiled again: "Actually, students don't have to think too much. What is poetry? Poetry is actually just a way for ancient literati to express their own spiritual world. So to write good poetry, you must first be literate Second, you must have relevant life experience. Otherwise, the poems you write will be like reeds on the wall, top-heavy and shallow-rooted, without any background at all. Poems can only have depth if they are close to reality and themselves. For example..."

After thinking for a while, he said: "Now I will give you the simplest example. One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers. Such an interesting children's word. If we want to make it into a poem, then only in this way can the How about writing a verse that is close to reality?... Well, I will ask a classmate to answer."

In classrooms.

All the students listened very carefully.

As for Lin Xuan, this teaching is not nonsense.After he reproduced the literary books he had read in his previous life into his mind, it was not difficult to teach a lesson to the students.

Soon, Lin Xuan's heart moved slightly, and he pointed in one direction: "Just the boy in the gray T-shirt, yes...it's you, don't hide...it's you sitting next to the girl in the white dress."

Ye Youlei is still immersed in his admiration for Lin Xuan.

Brother Xuan directly overthrew Zhejiang University's Faculty of Letters?

It's so arrogant!

Amazing!
But when he was still excited, he saw Lin Xuan's eyes shot at him, Ye Youlei thought it was bad, and was about to pee, but it was too late.

At this moment, Ye Youlei's heart was broken. He didn't go to Zhejiang University, he wasn't a high-achieving student, he didn't graduate from junior high school, and he didn't understand anything.

You let him answer the question?

And it's poetry?

He doesn't even know what poetry is.

"Sister, help me...help me quickly."

Ye Youlei was about to cry. If someone asked him to answer questions, he wouldn't bother to answer them.But it was Lin Xuan who asked the question, but he couldn't refuse at all, so he had to ask the girl for help.

The girl's eyebrows were slightly raised, but there was no movement.

now.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes in the audience had already shot over, Ye Youlei gritted his teeth and had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up.

Lin Xuan looked at the young man and said with a smile: "Student, if you want to turn 'one, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers' into a poem, what kind of sentences should follow it?"

"Ha ha."

"hey-hey."

"Uh uh."

Ye Youlei touched his head, wishing there was a hole to turn in.But looking at Lin Xuan's burning eyes, he couldn't care less. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "Five four three two one, get out of bed and fly?"

"puff!"

"Ha ha!"

"Fuck!"

"Nima!"

"..."

boom!
The entire lecture theater exploded.

The huge noise was like a bomb dropped into deep water, almost overturning the classroom.

The girl's originally calm pretty face instantly turned red.

The faces of all the teachers at the back of the classroom turned black, and veins popped out on their foreheads.

And Lin Xuan, almost choked to death by his own saliva, coughed violently.

What the hell... This is simply a talent.

And the netizens who were watching the live broadcast burst out with numerous comments in an instant.

"Hahahahaha~~~"

"Fuck me, I'm eating."

"Can you imagine me spewing out all the instant noodles in one bite?"

"Damn it... Pay me for the keyboard, my keyboard is full of water!"

"The shit is broken!"

"Damn it, do you want to be so talented?"

"Hahaha, who is this young man?"

"You're so talented."

"Brother, I would like to worship you as my teacher!"

"..."

In the live broadcast room, the number of people has soared to more than [-] at this moment.After hearing the young man's words, almost everyone couldn't help it.

The barrage almost drowned everything.

Lin Xuan managed to calm himself down, and quickly waved his hands: "It's alright, alright, sit down."

But there is no way to continue this topic anymore. Didn't you see that the faces of the teachers are so dark that they are about to wring out the water?

He quickly changed the topic: "The expression forms of poems are actually very rich. You can write poems with any artistic conception according to your mood. For example, the students just proposed to write poems with the theme of 'Autumn'. Could it be that In autumn, you only have desolation and loneliness in your heart? Can't you think of a good harvest and vastness?"

With some words, it was hard to bring back the students' emotions.

He continued to talk eloquently: "The autumn is crisp and the sky is clear, and you are all students. The poems you write should be full of vigor and not sorrow."

Having said that, he called up a picture from the boy's USB flash drive.

In the picture, it is a beautiful autumn scenery on a clear and sunny day. A white crane is flying in the blue sky, which makes people feel refreshed.

Lin Xuan's voice was loud: "Students, can you only write melancholy poems in front of such photos? Impossible! Just watch!"

talking.

He picked up the chalk and swiped it a few times.

Soon, a few lines of verse appeared on the blackboard——

[Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring. 】

[In a clear sky, a crane floats above the clouds, and the poetic sentiment is drawn to the blue sky. 】

The font is swaying and elegant.

The poems are magnificent.

A bold and unrestrained momentum emerges spontaneously, and there is no sorrow in the whole poem, but a high-spirited fighting spirit of striving for strength and showing great ambitions jumps out.The unyielding will and fighting spirit suddenly ignited the blood in the hearts of many people.

original!

Autumn is not only sad and lonely!

Autumn can also write such passionate poems!

Autumn can also be full of ambition!
The students all stared wide-eyed.

I was dumbfounded again.

As for the teacher who had a dark face just now, he was also shocked again. Looking at the poems on the blackboard, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

If Lin Xuan's previous "Young People Don't Know Their Sorrows" made them admire, then this poem made their restless hearts completely tumbling.

Several people looked at each other.

"With just a picture, you wrote such a poem?"

"Is he a monster?"

"The evildoer is not as perverted as him."

"The key poem is too burning."

"In the history of China, is there anyone who writes autumn so majestic?"

"It doesn't seem like he has set a precedent!"

"..."

The more they commented on the poems on the blackboard, the stronger the shock in their hearts.

As for Lin Xuan, seeing the stunned students and several teachers at the scene, his heart moved slightly.In the next second, he left the classroom without even saying hello.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?
If I drag it on, I really may not be able to walk.

But just as he slipped out of the classroom, the girl in the white dress who was sitting on the chair instantly stood up and followed.Behind the girl, Ye Youlei ran away without hesitation. He suspected that if he didn't leave, he might be beaten to death by the angry Master Zhe.

(End of this chapter)