"Zhang Yuan, let me introduce you. This Professor Tang is a professor of Chinese at Yenching University. He is full of peaches and plums."

Cheng Dao immediately stood up and greeted his friends.

"Professor Tang, we were talking about a poem by Zhang Yuan just now, come on, please sit down,"

Xia Xue got up and asked Professor Tang to sit down. After everyone sat down, Professor Tang brought the topic to Zhang Yuan.

"Zhang Yuan?"

Professor Tang looked sideways at the handsome young man in front of him.

"Hello, Professor Tang, I'm Zhang Yuan," Zhang Yuan shook hands with Professor Tang very politely, which was the minimum courtesy.

"Just now you said a poem by Zhang Yuan, what poem?" Professor Tang asked.

Cheng Lin said, "It's a poem written by Zhang Yuan just now,"

Xia Xue immediately recited Zhang Yuan's poem just now.

She feels more and more that this is a masterpiece, and if she tastes it slowly, she will have a deeper feeling.

The first sentence is too classic.

"Professor Tang, what do you think?" Xia Xue asked.

She had just finished reciting, but Professor Tang's expression was unpredictable.

He seemed lost in thought.

After a long while, Professor Tang said leisurely: "Yes, good poems, indeed good poems,"

Looking at Zhang Yuan, he couldn't help but feel a little more approving.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment. This sentence is so good, so beautiful, alas,"

Professor Tang also likes this sentence very much. It seems that a classic is a classic and can be loved by everyone.

"Zhang Yuan, I watched the party yesterday. You sang very well. Your song "I hope people will last forever" was very well written, especially the lyrics. It is a classic ancient poem. I can see it. , you have a profound academic quality, "

Cheng Lin and Xia Xue were not surprised at all. Professor Tang's praise was very appropriate, and Zhang Yuan's talent deserved these praises.

"Zhang Yuan, you must have been brewing this poem for a long time, after all, good works are slowly polished," Professor Tang said happily.

Today's young people are rarely interested in classical poetry, so Professor Tang was very happy to see Zhang Yuan's talent.

Zhang Yuan said: "No, I just said it casually when I was inspired,"

Professor Tang was taken aback and almost spit out the tea from his mouth. Xia Xue was sitting opposite. If the tea fell on Xia Xue, the fan of the goddess of art would be gone immediately.

"This, how is it possible, if in ancient times, there were such geniuses who could speak well, I believe, but in modern society, no one has written ancient poems, it is too difficult, not only rhyming, but also neatly contrasting,"

Professor Tang deeply understands how difficult it is to write a poem. Even if he wants to write a poem, he doesn't just write it just by saying it.

Zhang Yuan is just a singer, but he didn't expect to have such a high talent.

Amazing.

This is a great talent.

"Well, if you don't have inspiration, you can't write it," Professor Tang asked.

Inspiration is also very important. For people, when inspiration comes, they may be able to write shocking works.

"It should be. Once the inspiration is over, you should not be able to speak out, but Zhang Yuan, you are already very good." Professor Tang still feels that Zhang Yuan is a worthy junior.

Talented, young and promising.

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "No, actually writing poetry doesn't necessarily require inspiration, it's not that difficult,"

Chapter 144

Is this a bit too crazy?

Is it difficult to write poetry?

If it is not difficult, then the streets are full of poets.

"Uh, Zhang Yuan, this is a bit crazy," Cheng Lin said.

Although he admired Zhang Yuan's talent, Zhang Yuan's statement was obviously a bit arrogant.

Not arrogance, but pride.

"Zhang Yuan, we all know your talent, but writing poetry is not as simple as you say," Xia Xue said.

Professor Tang said earnestly: "Zhang Yuan, it's normal for young people to be a little arrogant. Besides, with your talent, you should be a little arrogant, but you shouldn't be too proud. Writing poetry is difficult. This is a fact. "

Professor Tang is very optimistic about Zhang Yuan's talent, so he said so much, the purpose is to remind Zhang Yuan not to be proud.

Keep your feet on the ground and move forward.

Talent has reached Zhang Yuan's level, if you want to further develop, then character and personality are very important.

If a person has good moral character, then the future achievements are limitless.

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly. He told the truth, but everyone's reaction was a little excited.

But he can understand everyone's mood, it's all for his own good.

"Everyone, I understand what you're saying, but in my opinion, writing poetry is that simple, and I'm not bragging," Zhang Yuan said.

He said it seriously, and it didn't look like he was joking.

Cheng Lin didn't know what to say, but just looked at Professor Tang.

Xia Xue was also speechless for a while, not knowing how to respond to Zhang Yuan.

"Okay, Zhang Yuan, since you are not talking big, then, in order to prove what you said, do you dare to write another poem?" Professor Tang said.

He suddenly wanted to force Zhang Yuan.

Since Zhang Yuan said it so easily, let him write another poem.

In the end is not bragging, speak with facts.

"Ah? This is a bit too difficult," Cheng Lin said in shock.

He thought it was impossible.

Writing poetry is not that easy.

Zhang Yuan was already very good at composing one song, how could he compose another one in an instant?

"Professor, do you have to do this?" Xia Xue was a little worried.

Professor Tang looked serious and said, "Since Zhang Yuan is so confident, we might as well appreciate his talent, how about Zhang Yuan?"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Okay, please sit down."

He looked very relaxed and confident.

"This is really a freak," Xia Xue said secretly.

In the past, I only heard that Zhang Yuan was a high-quality national idol, full of talent, but now it seems that talented people have such a weird personality that is different from ordinary people.

Everyone sat down, drank tea, looked at Zhang Yuan, and quietly waited for Zhang Yuan's poems.

Zhang Yuan turned around, looked out the window, his eyes were looking into the distance, with a complicated expression.

"Some time ago it was the Qixi Festival, so I will write on this theme," Zhang Yuan said.

Qixi Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, known as the Eastern Valentine's Day.

This day is the day when lovers meet, full of strong ancient charm.

Of course, single dogs are only on Qixi Festival.

Everyone is full of expectations. Since ancient times, there have been many poems about Qixi Festival, and many poems have become classics that have been passed down through the ages.

Can Zhang Yuan write better poems on the basis of his predecessors?

"Qixi, do you want to write about love?"

Xia Xue guessed, because love is a very classic theme in all art forms.

There are countless works of art about love.

It can be seen that human beings actually have very high expectations and longings for love.

"If the Qixi Festival is the theme, we can learn from many masterpieces of the ancients,"

Professor Tang felt that Zhang Yuan had to stand on the shoulders of giants to surpass the ancients.

Therefore, it is necessary to learn from and learn from the masterpieces of the ancients.

Zhang Yuan's inspiration came.

Or, it's not inspiration, it's talent.

As long as he wants to write, he can write a beautiful ancient poem at any time.

Qixi Festival, reunion, love, these words appeared in Zhang Yuan's heart, and a poem immediately appeared in Zhang Yuan's mind.

Everything came naturally.

"Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred,"

Zhang Yuan's eyes looked towards the sky, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the vast universe.

He recited the beautiful lyrics softly, and immersed himself in the beautiful world of poetry.

"Silver Han is dark."

"Golden wind and jade dew meet each other,"

"Easy to win, there are countless people in the world."

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams,"

"Be patient and return to the magpie bridge."

"If the two feelings last for a long time,"

"How can it be here, day and night."

Zhang Yuan's voice was pleasant to hear, very soft, coupled with the beauty of the words, made the final recitation effect very good.

Everyone was moved by this poem. Such a beautiful poem just corresponds to the beautiful and romantic Qixi Festival.

"Good, good word,"

Director Cheng applauded involuntarily after listening.

Good is good, everyone can hear it at once.

"Zhang Yuan, I admire you so much, you are a genius," Xia Xue, a goddess of arts, cast all her admiration for Zhang Yuan.

"Ugh,"

Professor Tang let out a long sigh, and said, "Young generation, the pillars of life, Zhang Yuan, you have opened my eyes."

"Now, I finally believe that you are a genius in poetry, and writing poetry is as simple as that for you,"

A poem completely conquered Professor Tang and others.

Zhang Yuan's eloquence has reached a point where he can write classical poems as he pleases.

Isn't this talent?

"Your poem makes good use of folk tales, borrowing the folk tale of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to tell the joys and sorrows of the world,"

Xia Xue analyzed.

Appreciation of poetry is her strong point, especially this one by Zhang Yuan, which is so beautiful.

"High-minded, good theme,"

Professor Tang also started to comment.

"Typical prologue, the opening sentence shows the unique lyrical atmosphere of Qixi Festival, and sings the steadfast and sincere love through the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl,"

As expected of a professional, he analyzed this poem so thoroughly that a layman like Cheng Lin could understand it clearly.

"This poem is easy to understand, with beautiful words, graceful and subtle, and a long aftertaste. It is worth savoring slowly. It is a classic and the artistic effect is very good,"

Professor Tang said.

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