The school magazine deserves to be the school magazine.

Compared with those student-founded publications, both the quality of printing and the content in them are a level higher.

In fact, strictly speaking, the campus editorial department of Luoyi No. 1 High School, compared with those newspapers and magazines in the city, its circulation power should not be underestimated.

There are two high schools in Luoyi City, which are the first high school and the second high school, and the number of students in the first high school is almost twice that of the second high school.

Ye Bufan flipped through the works in the school magazine one by one and read them carefully.

When he saw the ancient poetry section, he couldn't help but smile slightly when he thought of the "Silent Night" that he had just commented on his cousin.

The ancient poetry section contains a total of seven ancient poems, including two seven-character poems, four five-character quatrains, and one Yuefu poem.

After reading every ancient poem, Ye Bufan felt that his cousin's "Silent Night" was indeed well written, except for the first Yuefu poem, which also belonged to this silent night with a little rhyme.

The rest are basically moaning silently!

High school students are only, and it will naturally be difficult to write poems!

Reading the Yuefu poem again, Ye Bufan tasted a bit of the poet's talent from it.

"Duckweed is better than Yaosheng, infatuated eyes with blue waves, well, this poem is very well written, not bad! Not bad! Ye Bufan read it and said to himself.

"Hmph, of course it's good, that's our president's poem, and our president has published a poetry collection!"

Zhao Xinxin didn't know when he came to Ye Bufan's room.

Ye Bufan looked up and saw that Zhao Xinxin was standing at the door, pinching his waist with his hands with an angry face, and holding a school magazine in his hand.

Looking at the author of the Yuefu poem again, it turned out to be the famous school flower Liu Ruonu goddess.

It is said that Liu Ruomeisheng's beauty is unbelievable, not to mention a high school in Luoyi, even in the entire Luoyi City, it is also an extremely rare beautiful woman.

At the same time, Liu Ruomei is also a lover of ancient poetry, and has extraordinary potential in the attainment of ancient poetry, and was directly accepted as a closed disciple by teacher Wang Mingyang.

These contents were told to him by his friend Wang Jun, according to Wang Jun, Liu Ruomei is the goddess-level storage zài of Luoyi Yigao.

"Liu Ruomei is your president, what kind of club are you, the ancient poetry club?"

"You're right, we are the Ancient Poetry Society, and the "Ancient Poetry and Literature" published by our club ranks second in sales in the whole school, second only to the school magazine."

"I read your "Silent Night" again, at such a young age, it is rare to be able to write such a poem!"

"Cut, aren't you a year older than me, you're still young, and you look like an elder, and since you said that I wrote "Silent Night" flashy piles, it seems that cousin you can also compose poems, now you might as well make a poem, and let me see your masterpiece cousin!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth, and he looked at Zhao Xinxin quietly, his eyes revealing a clear gaze.

This Nizi is really competing with herself!

"Isn't it just poetry, little meaning! I'm going to make one now! ”

"Then what are you doing, Ye Bufan, Cousin Ye?"

Zhao Xinxin pouted and looked at Ye Bufan with a smug expression.

In order to write a song "Silent Night", she died a lot of brain cells, and she was particularly inspired.

Although a poem has a small number of words, it can comprehensively test a person's literary skills, especially the ability to write ancient poetry.

Improvising poetry, Zhao Xinxin didn't believe it!

Ye Bufan took in the expression of his cute cousin, and pretended to say: "Cousin, let me think deeply, and I will improvise a poem."

Zhao Xinxin simply sat down, tilting his little face, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are a lot of famous poems in his mind, where does Ye Bufan still need to think deeply, and make a show in front of Zhao Xinxin.

"Okay, there it is, cousin, listen to it, the name of this poem is "Silent Night Thoughts"!"

"Silent Night Thoughts? Cousin, this guy wouldn't want to imitate my "Silent Night", would he? Zhao Xinxin said suspiciously.

"The moonlight in front of the window, two pairs of shoes on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think about your lover. ”

"Poof, cousin, what kind of poem are you composing, what two pairs of shoes on the ground, ah, cousin, you, how can you be so dirty!"

Zhao Xinxin was feeling funny, and suddenly tasted some of the meanings, and couldn't help but shout.

Ye Bufan's face was embarrassed, and he hurriedly said: "That, cousin, I said something wrong, I'll make another song!" ”

I was really speechless, thinking about Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", I actually missed the silent night thoughts adapted on the Internet.

What is this, flirting cousin?!

It's all to blame that "Silent Night Thoughts" was too famous in the previous life!

Shaking his head, Ye Bufan coughed again and read the real "Silent Night Thoughts".

"The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

Zhao Xinxin's originally indifferent face slowly became moved with Ye Bufan's recitation.

She carefully read "Silent Night Thoughts" a few times, and suddenly understood why at the beginning, Ye Bufan would say that her "Silent Night" was flashy and full of a sense of accumulation.

Zhao Xinxin may write poetry in general, but as a member of the ancient poetry society, he does have a vision for the appreciation of ancient poetry.

After all, appreciating and analyzing is different from creating, and those who understand poetry naturally know how to evaluate and analyze a poem.

Ye Bufan's "Silent Night Thoughts" seems to be in casual language, but it presents the whole picture through appropriate metaphor and symmetry.

The moonlight shines through the window and shines on the ground, like the frost of early autumn, and the moonlight is so far away that people can't help but think of their hometown.

Zhao Xinxin's eyes were motionless, a small cherry mouth opened into an O-shape, and there was an expression of surprise and disbelief on his face.

"It's really his improvisational poem, and although it looks simple, it's catchy and extremely artistic to read."

"How so?"

"How can I not write like this?"

"It feels so easy, it seems, it's hard!"

Zhao Xinxin's heart suddenly appeared with various thoughts.

Ye Bufan was not surprised at all by Zhao Xinxin's appearance, this "Silent Night Thoughts" is the representative work of the famous poet Li Bai in his previous life.

If even a high school girl can't be deterred, isn't Li Bai's name of poetry immortal called in vain!

Sometimes, whether it's a poem or an article, you think it's easy, but that's because you're just seeing an illusion of the content of someone else's work.

There are so many Chinese characters in total, and there are more than 2,000 commonly used characters, and many people will naturally have the illusion that I can also write when they see other people's works.

"Cousin, you're really good!"

Zhao Xinxin's disdain just now had long since disappeared, and then it was replaced by a look of admiration.

"That's, who is your cousin, a talented man in Luoyi, who is a literary maniac!" Ye Bufan laughed and boasted shamelessly.

Zhao Xinxin pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Cousin, your ancient poems are so good, are you interested in joining our ancient poetry club?" ”

"Ancient Poetry Society?"

Ye Bufan is not very interested in the school's clubs, although these clubs also have a lot of various types of magazines, but after all, they are only campus magazines.

"I'm going to be a man in One Piece, oh no, I'm going to be a man who is crazy!"

Ye Bufan's idea is very simple, accumulate popularity in school, and then develop outside the school.

"I'm not very interested in clubs and stuff, so forget it!"

"Really, cousin, I secretly told you, our Luoyi High School Ancient Poetry and Literature Club can be regarded as a beautiful woman, and your favorite school flower goddess, Sister Ruomei, aren't you tempted?"

"It's all beautiful women, not a single man?"

"That's right, our club has always only accepted women to join, and if a man wants to enter the club, he can't go through the assessment of our president!"

"In this case, I think that so many weak girls in your club must need a man to protect them, so I decided to join the ancient poetry club on Monday."

Poof, cousin, you're really cheeky, then I'll give you the phone number, cousin, you have to come on, Zhou Qiuming, that guy didn't have the assessment of Sister Guò Ruomei! ”

Ye Bufan smiled noncommittally, took out his mobile phone, and wrote down Zhao Xinxin's mobile phone number.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the aunt came back from outside, and looking at her face, things seemed to be more smooth.

The aunt went into the house and talked to her mother for a while, and then took Zhao Xinxin back home.

Before leaving, Zhao Xinxin shook his fist at Ye Bufan and motioned for him to come on, causing the two elders to look at the two of them with puzzled faces.

Ye Bufan smiled confidently and turned around and returned to the house.