The audience in the live broadcast room also knew that since the people from the Poetry Association appeared.

Then, there must be a part of poetry again.

After all, the subtitle of this season's program is: Poetry Season.

In this regard, the audience is quite looking forward to it.

Many people have begun to talk about what kind of poems Zhang Huan can write this time.

On the top of Laoshan Mountain, will there still be students waiting for them?

At the end of the poetry club, will it become a song club?

The song "Dream Chasing Pure Heart" is still on the hot list, and the audience is still very excited when they think about the situation at that time.

Of course, I still want to see such a scene again.

However, it should be said that it is a pity that since Zhang Huan and the others put forward their opinions, the program team has changed its strategy.

Instead of tossing people with such fanfare, I started to try something else.

Just like Zhang Huan thought at this time, even if you want to promote poetry, maybe you don't have to rely on it so grandly and deliberately.

Maybe it's like the ancient poets, three or five confidants went on a tour, and then chanted poems and music, so that the effect can be very good?

All the things that the audience can guess, the program team and the people of the Poetry Association are not pretending.

Instead, it gets straight to the point.

"Zhang Huan, in the Taiqing Palace on Laoshan Mountain, there is a Taoist who is also a member of our Poetry Association."

"Although he is an outsider, his poetry is even better than a few of us."

"This time, we can stop by and visit him."

Taoist? Or a Taoist priest who can write poetry?

This can be had, Zhang Huan is very interested in it.

He has a good impression of Taoist priests, has watched a lot of novels and movies, and is very longing for Taoist priests' mysterious spells and so on.

nodded again and again: "That feeling is good." ”

Brother Zhangyu heard this, but he had an incredible expression, "Taoist priests can also write poems?" ”

This is a very unqualified question.

Throughout the ages, there have been many monks who can write poetry.

There are even many monks who have taken refuge in the Taoist world.

As for the Taoist priest joining the Poetry Society, it is not surprising, it is not worth making a fuss about at all.

The president didn't despise him because he was too stupid to ask, but just laughed and said, "Of course." ”

"When you get there, you'll know that it's a real master."

As soon as he heard that he was a master, Xiao Sa also became interested, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go." ”

There are many scenic spots on Laoshan Mountain, and it is still early in the morning, and the mountains and forests are still full of clouds and mist.

Looking at the beautiful scenery, bathing in the morning light, and breathing in the fresh air, Bingbing and Guan Gege walked in the front with gusto.

When I climbed halfway up the mountain, I heard Guan Gege shouting excitedly, "Look, there's a deer." ”

The group approached with great interest, and saw three or two fawns frightened and disappeared into the forest.

The deer was out of sight, but faintly heard a dog barking.

Zhang Huan was also quite surprised, "Ludong is such a big province, and Qindao is also very modern, are there still wild deer?" ”

The two new teachers shook their heads, "It's hard to say if it's wild or not." ”

"Although there have always been reports of wild deer sightings on Laoshan Mountain, it has never been confirmed."

"The main reason is that there is a deer farm on Laoshan now, so it may just run out of the deer farm."

Whether it's wild or not, everyone doesn't care.

Guan Gege was happy, still just as happy, "Whether it's wild or domesticated, it's all the same cute." ”

The two teachers agreed with this, nodded and smiled, "That's right." ”

They were all natives of Qindao, and as soon as the box was opened, they naturally acted as guides.

"Here is the Longtan rain in the twelve views of Laoshan Mountain, this waterfall down the river is called Longtan Waterfall, also called Yulong Waterfall......"

"There is a mountain spring in the bamboo forest in front, the spring water here is dingdong, fresh and quiet, and it is the spring of the bamboo in the twelve scenes."

The two poets are worthy of being locals, and they are very familiar with every scene and thing in Laoshan Mountain.

They are not professional guides, but they are more professional than guides.

It is not only to explain the various scenic spots, but also to explain what kind of poems were left by which poet and where in which era.

And so on, all in great detail.

This is also in line with the theme of poetry, which is accompanied by beautiful scenery to teach all audiences a lesson.

chatted and played all the way, and after spending most of the day, I finally came to Taiqing Palace.

Unfortunately, however, the Taoist chief that the president spoke of was not there.

"I went to inquire about it, and they said that they had gone to practice for a long time."

"As for where it went, no one knows."

After the president told the news he inquired, Zhang Huan did not feel strange, but had a feeling that this was a real master.

The worldly masters in the novel are like this, traveling all over the world, and the dragon sees the beginning but not the end.

If you want to meet, it all depends on fate.

He sighed: "Then it seems that we have no fate, let's have a chance to meet again in the future." ”

The Taoist chief didn't encounter it, and the poem still had to be written.

A group of people walked around the Taiqing Palace, and sprinkled the needle and thread.

"A few teachers, we have already played Laoshan to a great extent, how is it, are you inspired?"

The president took the lead, "Just let me throw bricks and lead the jade, and make a fool of yourself." ”

Seriously speaking, the president didn't bring any surprises to everyone this time.

His poem can only be regarded as mediocre, and after such a long time of carving, it gives people a very heavy feeling of craftsmanship.

But there's no need to be so serious, there's no need to be a one-and-over review at this point.

They, including the other two, knew they were not writing as well as they could.

As good poets, they look forward to Zhang Huan more than reciting their own works.

In the end, they all set their eyes on Zhang Huan with great expectations.

"Teacher Zhang Huan, it's time for you to teach."

Zhang Huan looked at Brother Zhangyu, "Why don't you come first?" ”

Poetry or something, Brother Zhangyu doesn't know anything, and he can't interject and doesn't want to show that he doesn't understand anything.

All the way, he pretended to be cold on the side.

As a result, he didn't expect Zhang Huan to bring the topic to him, which made him freeze his face suddenly.

Zhang Huan then said: "Don't be polite to us, and make a song for everyone to see." ”

"It's okay to make limericks, anyway, it's all for fun."

This guy just wants to embarrass me.

Brother Zhangyu took a deep breath and squeezed out an ugly smile, "No need, I really can't do this." ”

He was able to take the initiative to admit that he wouldn't, which is equivalent to admitting that he is not as good as Zhang Huan, which is very surprising.

Seeing that Brother Zhangyu's face was about to turn blue, Xiao Sa hurriedly came out to play the round again.

"Zhang Huan, you have the best literary talent, everyone is waiting to see your performance, hurry up."

took revenge on Brother Zhangyu again, and Zhang Huan was no longer appetizing.

"Aren't we all ready with paper and pen, so I'd better write it down."

He rolled up his sleeves and lifted his pen, and everyone involuntarily approached, including the photographer's lens.

Then I saw him dancing with a dragon and a phoenix, and with a stroke of his pen, he wrote-

In the sound of the dog barking in the water, the peach blossoms are dewy.

When the tree is deep, I see deer, and I don't hear the bell at noon.

The wild bamboo is divided into green mist, and the flying spring hangs on the blue peak.

No one knows where to go, and they are sad to rely on two or three pines.