Baby daddy's unrestrained life

Even if ziye called Li Bai the immortal of poetry and Du Fu the sage of poetry, he never said that Li Du was better than the poets of the ancient Tang Dynasty!

Although the top ten poets of Li and Du created by ziye are excellent enough, the poets of the ancient Tang Dynasty are not weak either! At least equal to the top ten Poets!

If we say that the author ziye's poetry attainments are unprecedented, we can still say that in the past, after all, he involves too many types, which is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, even ziye did not dare to say which poem was superior to the ancient Tang Dynasty!

How dare you say Ye Feng?

Do you really think that if you are juxtaposed with purple night, you will be at the same level as purple night?

Nowadays, in the poetry world, or in the cultural circle, ziye and ye are usually put together. But to be honest, in the eyes of the public, Ye's achievements in poetry are far less than ziye's.

Although the most sage of Confucianism and Taoism is amazing, it is not enough to compare with the flourishing age of the Tang Dynasty!

Ability to dominate the Tang Dynasty and the works of all Tang Dynasty poets?

People don't believe it!

This kind of work, does not exist at all!

Zhao Huangming shook his head, a little helpless, "Professor Ye, this is to bring the superiority of the field of mathematics to the cultural world!"

President Hu sneered: "the fool talks about his dream! Return the first poem? funny! How can such an arrogant person teach students well? "

The old professor of Tsinghua University said, "can you turn Professor Ye upside down in such a small matter? It's number one. What a big deal! "

"Professor Ye, this is a little rash." Headmaster Wu used to teach sports. He knows that what Ye Feng said is a bit of nonsense.

Next to the Ma Dean pulled the corner of the mouth, did not say anything, Professor Li said with indifference: "just came back to teach mathematics."

There was a lot of noise in the auditorium. There was a lot of discussion and everything was said.

Looking at the people's expressions, Ye Feng was not surprised at all. He said in a light voice, "this poem is called the night of flowers on the spring river."

As soon as he spoke, there was silence below.

A moonlit night in spring?

I haven't heard of this poem!

Professor Ye wrote it himself?

Just listening to the name made the professors jump.

Spring, river, flower, moon, night?

These five things epitomize the most moving beautiful scenery of life. Just these five words make people relaxed and happy.

The professors in the Chinese department were shocked.

no

It's not true, is it?

Zhao Huangming's spirit suddenly made President Hu a little nervous. Those who were engaged in mathematics didn't understand it very well. They didn't have a big reaction when they heard the name, but the professors of Chinese department were staring at him.

At this moment, in the auditorium, quietly, everyone is waiting for the following of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't make everyone wait for a long time. He didn't have to think about it. He recited directly:

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the moon on the sea is full of tides."

At the beginning of the story, a magnificent picture of the moon night on the spring river is outlined in people's minds.

Just the first sentence, let many professors can't help cheering!

"It's not easy!" Zhao Huangming muttered to himself.

"This..." President Hu was a little silly, he felt bad.

Ye Feng continued, "where is the spring river without moonlight! The river flows around Fangdian, the moon shines, and the flowers and forests all look like graupel; The frost in the air can't fly, and the white sand on the ting can't be seen. There is no dust in the river and sky, and the moon is lonely in the sky. "

With Ye Feng's recitation, a magnificent picture slowly unfolds in front of people's eyes.

The river tide is vast and boundless. It seems to be connected with the sea. At this time, a bright moon rises with the tide. How spectacular is it? The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, which river is not in the moonlight?

Feeling the delicate brushwork, people seem to be brought into a mythical world. The world outlined in the poem is so beautiful and peaceful, which makes people yearn for it.

"Who first saw the moon by the river? Why does Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? "

Listening to Ye Feng's questioning tone, I feel the philosophical thinking of life and the exploration of the mysteries of the universe contained in these two poems. Finally, someone at the scene can't help it.

"Good!"

I don't know who yelled, suddenly, there was a wave of applause.

Ye Feng smiles and ignores it. He goes on: "life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon is just like the river every year." Like the answer after thinking, like the sigh when helpless. Life is similar from generation to generation, Jiang Yue is like this every year.

"I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water."

The mood of the scene has long been pulled over by Ye Feng. After hearing this sentence, I don't know how many people shake their heads and sigh. A lonely moon hovers in the middle of the sky, as if waiting for someone, but it can never be achieved. In the moonlight, there is only a big river rushing away.

Zhao Huangming is disappointed. President Hu has no choice but to smile bitterly. Jiang Yue has hatred and is merciless.

"The white clouds are gone for a long time, and the qingfengpu lake is full of worries. Who's in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia moon tower? "

"I'm sorry that the moon is wandering upstairs. I should leave the dressing table. I can't get rid of the curtain, but I can't get rid of it

"At this time, we will see each other but not hear each other. We are willing to shine on you every month. Wild geese fly long and light is not enough, while ichthyosaurs dive into the water. "

"Last night, I had a dream of falling flowers in the leisure pool, but I didn't return home in the spring. The river water flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls from the lake to the West

"The slanting moon sinks into the sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road. I don't know how many people will go back by the moon. The falling moon will shake the trees all over the river. "

Ye Feng finished reading, and the scene was quiet.

They need aftertaste, they need to think.

This poem really shocked them!

In the whole history of poetry development, you can find everything you can think of in this poem!

Scenery?

lyric?

Rules?

This song "Moonlight on the Spring River", whether in thought or in art, has reached a height that is difficult to reach!

This is a poem, painting, philosophy of the ancient masterpiece! Spring, river, flower, moon and night run through the whole poem, but they don't stick to the scene in front of them. They travel between heaven and earth freely.

Zhao Huangming was in a daze.

President Hu opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Other professors of Chinese Department either travel with their eyes closed, or they are stunned. The impact of the song "moonlit night on the Spring River" is too great. They never thought that poetry could be so comprehensive and elegant before!

Impeccable!

There is no flaw at all!

Ye Feng on the stage, no matter what the reaction of these professors is, appreciates the poem by himself.

"First of all, let's look at the name of the poem..."

Ye Feng talks vividly and clearly. Later, he tells the students why this poem can be called "the first".

"No matter which way you interpret it, it can be called perfect. I want to ask, throughout the Datang series or the ancient Tang Dynasty, is there a poem that can surpass it?"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he asked with a smile.

Under the stage, the audience was silent.

Ye Feng laughed and said in a soft voice, "this is the so-called" Gu Pian oppresses the whole Tang Dynasty. "

The whole Tang Dynasty is full of loneliness!

Domineering!

Ye Feng's voice is very light, but this sentence makes people feel surging!

Ye Feng was standing there, just like the stars in the nine days, which was out of reach!

What kind of person is this?

One hand over the whole Tang Dynasty, I respect poetry!

Some professors in the Chinese department have changed their faces. Ye Feng's saying that "the whole Tang Dynasty is oppressed by a lonely chapter" is too overbearing, which makes some people resent it.

"Well! Who says this poem is perfect? " President Hu stood up with a cold face.

"Oh? What do you think of this classmate? " Ye Feng raised his eyelids.

Hearing Ye Feng call his classmate, President Hu held back his anger and gritted his teeth: "the mainstream of the Tang Dynasty is modern style poetry, but what style is your poem? It is said that the ancient style poetry is reluctant! How can such a strange poem be called king? "

"Oh, strange poem?"

Ye Feng sneered.

"What! What I said is wrong

President Hu said with a cold face.

Looking at President Hu, Ye Feng thinks of sun Meng, President of the Poetry Association. When he wrote Pipa Xing, sun Meng criticized this poem for its weird style, not poetry.

Strange poetry?

Oh!

Is there only Tang poetry, only metrical poetry and quatrains?

What a joke!

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