Thousands of households?

Always exchange the new peach for the old charm?

The intermediate broadcasting and hosting skills book is not for fun, Yang Fan recited this four-word quatrain to the extreme, and the audience below was like suffering a jack of hammers, and they were greatly shocked mentally.

A quatrain is much more difficult than ordinary poetry, because it not only has to consider the structure, but also expresses a complete meaning, and you have to complete it within the specified number of words.

As soon as this quatrain came out, everyone present was shocked.

As for Xu Tailai, when he heard Yang Fan recite the first two lines of poetry, the whole person was stunned all of a sudden, just with these two lines of poetry, he only knew how big the gap between himself and Yang Fan was.

There are also Liu Yuanzhang and Sister Rabbit, as well as those people in the Writers' Association, all of them have been rectified, why didn't things develop in the original direction? This is illogical.

Let's not talk about them, the judges and the audience of the host system on the stage, even if everyone is blind, such a quatrain that is enough to be passed down through the ages can be heard.

Zhou Zheng's face, which was originally a little regretful, was full of blush at this time, which was also a kind of joy that was suppressed to the extreme, and it was reflected in the body.

As for the hostess Sun Ning, she looks more like a ghost. He didn't expect that a person who was forced to such an extent could still achieve a Jedi counterattack. And this man, only twenty years old.

With a bang, she dropped some heavy microphones in her hands to the ground unconsciously. And her whole person is like Yang Fan's poem, the bursting firecracker, unparalleled shock.

Suddenly, I don't know who clapped my hands first, and there was a mountain of applause from below.

"This is too good, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su, what a big spirit!"

"I heard you right, there's nothing else to compare to. ”

"I'm going to take responsibility for my stupidity, I'm so unheard. ”

"This poem is simply so incisive, just twenty-eight words, it actually includes New Year's Day at once, it is simply a stroke of genius, it is amazing!"

These people who came to the scene are all more poetic, and some people can't help but want to go to the stage, if it weren't for those security guards to stop them, maybe they would have come to the stage to ask Yang Fan to sign it.

In the corner of the venue, Director Sun, the leader of the literary frequency, and Liu Yan, the first sister, looked at the confident Yang Fan on the stage in disbelief, and were speechless for a long time.

Sister Zhang, who was on the side, said at first glance: "Teacher Xiao Yang really lived up to his trust, and made a poem casually, and as soon as I heard it, I felt that I could compare those so-called professionals!"

The applause was overwhelming, even if Sister Zhang was dancing, but she could barely hear her own voice, and if she was a little farther away, others would not be able to hear it.

How to say it, in the line of poetry, the most shocking thing is the quatrain, just now when the New Year's Day poetry party began, Xu Tailai read the one, which is Yang Fan, the world's very famous quatrain.

A good poem is one that you can feel good about whether you are a professional or not. I can't say why, but I don't want any reason.

Laymen don't understand, but the Writers' Association, including Xu Tailai and Liu Yuanzhang, knows what this quatrain represents. This poem is really wonderfully written, in just four sentences, it has already used several images to bring out the joyful atmosphere of the past year and the new year.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

The words are beautiful, the sentences are classic, and they can be called the classic quatrains of writing years. In this poem by Yang Fan, through the three traditional customs of setting off firecrackers, drinking Tusu wine and exchanging new peaches for old charms, the peaceful and joyful atmosphere of the Spring Festival is very strongly rendered. The layman may not know much about it, but after pondering a sentence or two, they already have it in their hearts.

Yang Fan's quatrain, the penmanship is concise, the writing is smooth, and the summary of the event is very typical, coupled with the cheerful atmosphere in the poem, it can echo the atmosphere at the live party, it is really a masterpiece of the time.

Moreover, such a down-to-earth poem, whether from a realistic or expressive point of view, is impeccable. In a word, even if these people in the writers' association are stacked together one by one, it is estimated that they will not be able to write such a famous article.

Yang Fan?

Where the hell did this guy come from?

How do you have such strength?

Among the people in the Writers' Association, except for Xu Tailai and Sister Rabbit, the others have nothing to do with Yang Feng at all. It is precisely because there is no communication that the people who can write such poems casually are shocked one by one.

And they also have a thought in their hearts, this person is playing on the spot. This is very scary, do you think you are the element of a five-step poem? or a 12-year-old full of worship?

When did the Chinese poetry scene appear, such a powerful figure?

These people don't understand in their hearts, and their hands are clenched fiercely, but they can't spit out half a word.

This burst of applause lasted for five or six minutes.

After the applause stopped, Yang Fan's name suddenly resounded throughout the venue.

A group of people desperately called Yang Fan's name, looking very excited, eager to rush up and take a photo with Yang Fan.

At the same time, those fans of Yang Fan also began to cry out for Yang Fan. It's really because this group of people in the writers' association has just gone too far.

Everyone can see that Mr. Yang Fan was raised by this group of people, and he himself was unwilling to come up.

If Yang Fan didn't have this poem to slap his face, in the eyes of everyone, he would probably be cowardly, knowing that he would not dare to come up. But Yang Fan obviously won properly this time, so in the eyes of the audience, this is Yang Fan wants to leave some favors, but these people don't know what to do.

Then what else is there to say, Mr. Yang is merciful, and he didn't want to see you people in general, but you were aggressive, you were slapped in the face, and you were asking for hardship, and no one sympathized with you.

Moreover, you always say that Mr. Yang is an amateur. Always look at others with a superior attitude, as if you were born to live in the upper echelons.

What about now, Mr. Yang's own job is not this, but he can press you hard in poetry, as a so-called professional, do you blush or not?

Director Lu's face was gloomy, he didn't expect Yang Fan to make such a move, stood up, pointed to the camera on the side, and motioned him to turn the direction to another place.

Everyone saw that the leader had spoken, and naturally no one dared to touch this moldy head, so they all stopped.

But even if they stopped, they were still watching the excitement.

Zhou Zheng on the stage looked at Yang Fan with an excited face, and asked with a trembling voice: "That...... May I ask Mr. Yang, what is the name of your song?"

Yang Fan had a good impression of him, smiled at him, and said softly: "Yuan Ri." ”

Zhou Zheng didn't expect Yang Fan to be so polite to him, and he was even more excited, but he held back a lot of things in his heart, so he hurriedly said: "This poem is really good, but as a layman, I just understand a firecracker, and I don't know what Tu Su is, and what new peach and old charms are, can you explain it to us?"

Yang Fan's eyes blinked, moved to the group of people in the Writers' Association, and said with a smile: "I'm just a layman, aren't we professionals in the Writers' Association here, otherwise let them explain, and I would like to take time to drink saliva." ”

While speaking, Yang Fan walked towards them step by step, "Teacher Xu, Teacher Liu, and the seniors of the Writers' Association, I am one...... For the uninitiated, the poems you write are not very good, why don't you come and give me guidance?"

When he said this, the crowd below rejoiced. Even Zhou Zheng, who has always been serious and old-fashioned, almost didn't stop his laughter.

Director Sun in the audience also looked like he couldn't laugh or cry. He knew that this boy was a master who would not suffer.

Those people in the writers' association, hearing Yang Fan's obviously vengeful tone, almost scolded their mothers one by one.

Do you kid do things so desperately? Guiding you? This is enough to compare with the quatrain that has been passed down through the ages, and you actually asked us to give you guidance, don't you think too highly of us?

Besides, we don't know what Tu Su is, let alone what new peach and old talismans are, what are they?

Among these people present, only Director Xu knew that this Tu Su should be a kind of wine, but he couldn't remember the specifics. Even these records were the ones he had stumbled upon in his uncle's notes.

As for the others, they are all dark-eyed. They didn't understand the meaning of the poem at all, so they could only roughly feel it, and there was a sense of joy.

To put it mildly, even within the Writers' Association, I feel that Yang Fan's poem is very awesome. To put it mildly, in the entire ancient city, except for the legendary chairman who sees the beginning and the end of the dragon, no one is sure to analyze this poem.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, the group of people in the Writers' Association simply buried their heads in the past and ignored Yang Fan.

Xu Tailai, on the other hand, began to talk with the judges on the side, and turned a blind eye to Yang Fan.

The purpose was achieved, and then found that it was too lazy to pay attention to these people. Besides, there are still so many audiences off the field, don't want your own image?

Thinking of this, he solemnly handed over the microphone to Zhou Zheng and prepared to return to his seat.

But before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Zhou Zheng.

"Teacher Yang, our New Year's Day poetry contest is recorded by the number of votes, do you want to say something to canvass for votes?"

Yang Fan looks very free, the eyes of the masses are bright, and the quality of a poem, if it is above an order of magnitude, they may be difficult to distinguish.

But it's so obvious that even some stupid people should know about it.

Zhou Zheng had some regret on his face, but he admired Yang Fan even more in his heart. This is also a person who does not care about fame and fortune, and is a real poet.

Xu Tailai, who was pretending to talk to the judges, had an unnatural smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw the sail going down. The poems you write are good, but what can you do?

I looked at my watch quietly, and now it is less than half an hour before the end of the party.

Why Xu Tailai was the first to go up, of course, this is exquisite. The first one to go up can not only deter the people who are going to play below, but more importantly, the voting time has already started at that time, and he can vote more than others.

And these times are reflected in Yang Fan, that is, it is nearly an hour.

If it was a head-to-head duel, Xu Tailai would have panicked at this time. No matter how he says, he is also the big leader of the Ancient City Writers Association, and if he can't win the first place in this competition, he will be slapping him in the face.

But now, seeing that he already wants 50,000 votes, he Yang Fan, maybe he hasn't lined up in the ranks of the counted votes. What is he chasing?

Even if all the current netizens want to vote for you, but in just a while, how many votes can you have, and if 10,000 is enough, it is estimated that it will be held to death.

Don't say he thinks so, everyone in the room, basically everyone thinks like this. They know that Yang Fan's poems are good, but in terms of votes, Yang Fan really can't catch up.

It all seems to have become a foregone conclusion, and no one can break it.