Even if Ziye called Li Bai a poet immortal and Du Fu a poet saint, he never said that Li Du was better than the poets of the ancient Tang Dynasty!

Although the top ten poets of Li Du created by Ziye are good enough, the poets of the ancient Tang Dynasty are not weak! At least they are on par with the top ten poets!

If the author Ziye's poetic attainments are unprecedented and the ancients have said in the past, after all, there are too many types he is involved in, and it is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, even Ziye herself didn't dare to say which poem was capable of overpowering the ancient Tang Dynasty!

Do you Ye Feng dare to say?

Do you really think that if you are placed alongside Purple Night, you will be on the same level as Purple Night?

Now the poetry world, or the cultural world, usually puts Ziye and Ye together, but to be honest, in the eyes of everyone, Yezi's achievements in poetry are far inferior to Ziye.

Although a copy of "Confucianism and Taoism is holy", it is not enough to compare with "The Prosperous Age of the Tang Dynasty"!

Ability to beat the works of "The Tang Dynasty" and all the poets of the Tang Dynasty?

The crowd didn't believe it!

This kind of work does not exist at all!

Zhao Huangming shook his head, a little helpless, "Professor Ye has brought his superiority in the field of mathematics to the cultural world!"

Dean Hu sneered: "Foolish people talk about dreams! Return the first poem? It's funny! How can such an arrogant person teach students well?"

The old professor of Tsinghua pouted and said, "It is rare for this little thing to defeat Professor Ye? Isn't it the first, what a big deal!"

"Professor Ye, this is a bit rash. "Principal Wu used to teach physical education, and he knew that what Ye Feng said was a bit nonsense.

Dean Ma next to him tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything, and Professor Li said nonchalantly: "I just came back to teach mathematics." ”

The auditorium was noisy, and there was a lot of talk, and there was a lot of talk.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Ye Feng was not surprised at all, and said lightly: "This poem is called "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night". ”

As soon as he spoke, there was silence below.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night?

I've never heard this poem!

Professor Ye wrote it himself?

Just hearing the name made the professors' hearts skip a beat.

Spring, river, flowers, moon, night?

These five things epitomize the most touching beauty of life, and these five words alone are refreshing.

The professors in the Chinese department were shocked.

No way?

Not really, right?

Zhao Huangming came to the spirit, Dean Hu was a little nervous all of a sudden, those who were engaged in mathematics did not understand much, and there was no big reaction when they heard this name, but this group of professors in the Chinese Department suddenly widened their eyes.

At this moment, in the auditorium, quietly, everyone was waiting for Ye Feng's next words.

Ye Feng didn't let everyone wait for a long time, he didn't have to think about it, and recited directly:

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. ”

At the beginning of the book, a magnificent picture of the moonlit night in the spring river was suddenly sketched in everyone's minds.

Just the first sentence made many professors can't help but applaud!

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

"This ......" Dean Hu was a little dumbfounded, he felt that something was wrong.

Ye Feng continued, "The river flows with the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon in the spring river! The river flows around Fangdian, the moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail, the frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the garden is invisible. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. ”

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

The river tide is vast, as if it is connected with the sea, and at this time a bright moon swells with the tide, how magnificent? The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, which river is not in the moonlight?

Feeling this delicate brushstroke, everyone seems to be brought into a fabulous and wonderful world, and the world outlined in the poem seems so beautiful and tranquil, which makes people yearn for it.

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?"

Listening to Ye Feng's slightly thoughtful and questioning tone, feeling the reflection on the philosophy of life and the exploration of the mysteries of the universe contained in these two poems, finally, someone at the scene couldn't help it.

"Good!"

I don't know who shouted, and suddenly, there was a tidal wave of applause.

Ye Feng smiled, ignored it, and continued: "Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. It's like an answer after thinking, and it's like a sigh when you're helpless. Life is similar from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is like this every year.

"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. ”

The emotions at the scene had already been pulled by Ye Feng, and after hearing this, many people shook their heads and sighed. A lonely moon wanders in the sky, as if waiting for someone, but it can never get its wish. Under the moonlight, there is only the rapids of the river, rushing away.

Zhao Huangming was stunned, Dean Hu could only smile bitterly and helplessly, Jiang Yue hated, and the flowing water was ruthless.

"The white clouds are gone, and Qingfeng Pushang is not worried. Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight? Where is the Acacia Mingyue Tower?"

"Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned. ”

"At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month. The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. ”

"Last night's idle pool dream fell into flowers, and the poor spring didn't return home. The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. ”

"The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

Ye Feng finished reciting, and the scene was quiet.

They need to reminisce, they need to think.

This poem really gave them too much shock!

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

Writing scenes?

Lyrical?

Metrical?

This song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", both ideologically and artistically, has reached an unattainable height!

This is a masterpiece that integrates poetry, painting, and philosophy! The five scenes of spring, river, flower, moon, and night run through the whole poem, but they are not confined to the scene in front of them.

Zhao Huangming stared in a daze.

Dean Hu didn't know what to say with his mouth open.

The professors of the other Chinese departments either closed their eyes and traveled far away, or were dumbfounded, the impact of this "Spring River Flower Moon Night" was too great, they had never thought that the poem could be so comprehensive and elegant before!

Impeccable!

There is no blemish at all!

Ye Feng on the stage didn't care what the reaction of their group of professors was, and appreciated the poem by himself.

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

Ye Feng spoke vividly and clearly, and later told the students why this poem can be called "first".

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

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

Offstage, Yaqi was silent.

Ye Feng smiled and said softly: "This is the so-called 'Lonely Suppression of the Tang Dynasty'." ”

Lonely press the whole Tang!

Domineering!

Ye Feng's voice was very soft, but this sentence made people's hearts surge!

Ye Feng was standing there, but at this time, it was like the stars of the nine heavens, out of reach!

What kind of person is this?

One hand presses the whole Tang, and I respect poetry!

Some professors in the Chinese Department changed their faces, and Ye Feng's sentence of "lonely and overwhelming the whole Tang" was too domineering, which made some people unaccustomed to it.

"Hmph, who said that this poem is perfect?" Dean Hu stood up with a cold face.

"Oh, what is your opinion on this classmate?" Ye Feng raised his eyelids and said.

Hearing Ye Feng call himself a classmate, Dean Hu forcibly held back the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "The mainstream of the Tang Dynasty is near-style poetry, but what genre is your poem? It is reluctant to say that it is an ancient style poem! How can such a strange poem be worthy of being called a king?"

"Huh, weird poetry?"

Ye Feng sneered.

"What! I'm not right!"

Dean Hu said with a cold face.

Looking at Dean Hu, Ye Feng remembered President Sun Meng of the Poetry Association at this time, when he wrote "Pipa Xing", Sun Meng criticized the strange genre of this poem, not poetry.

Strange poetry?

Scold!

Is there only Tang poetry, only rhythmic poems and quatrains?

What a joke!

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