[449] Seven steps into a poem

"Whether it is the majestic "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" in the ancient style, or the philosophical and thought-provoking "Born in Sorrow and Died in Peace" in the ancient style, or the modern poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", or the point-to-point, thought-provoking "Kong Yiji" and "Diary of a Madman", and then the "Song of Righteousness" with poetic words, vast as the sea, and awe-inspiring, or the sentence "Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and sweat". ”

"These works are all impressive!"

"The guest invited today is well-known on the Internet for his talents, whether it is modern literature, ancient literature, or modern poetry, ancient style poetry, he can be familiar with it. ”

"His works have swept the streets in just one month, and countless people have drawn upward strength from his works. ”

"He was young, but he had a pair of wise eyes. ”

"He was young, but he had a bright mind. ”

"Although he is young, his work has depth. ”

Xiao Sa smiled and said the speech prepared in advance, and finally looked at the students at the scene and said:

"I believe that without me saying his name, everyone already knows who the guest invited today is, right?"

Offstage, thousands of students in the lecture hall shouted in unison: "Ye Xuan." ”

"That's right, it's Ye Xuan. Xiao Sa took out the card in his hand and said while reading aloud:

"Let us applaud Mr. Ye Xuan, a professor of the School of Liberal Arts of Jingbei University, a professor of the School of Humanities of Huaqing University, the creator of the perfect score in the big exam, the record holder of the big exam score, the champion of this year's big exam, writer and poet. ”

He said all Ye Xuan's titles in one go, and the audience burst into warm applause.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the passage in the background, they wanted to see what Ye Xuan, the young professor, looked like!

Soon, a figure slowly walked out.

White caftan with a thin figure, elegant temperament, handsome face, and a cold expression.

Those eyes, faint, wise, flashing with wisdom, did not look like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, but like an old man who had seen through the vicissitudes of the world.

A girl covered her mouth and exclaimed: "This is Ye Xuan, it's not the same as I imagined." ”

The girl next to her asked, "What do you imagine it to look like?"

"I imagine that he is a big ugly guy, talented people are generally ugly, and talented people like Ye Xuan are even more ugly. I didn't expect him to be so handsome?

"Science? What does this have to do with science? Science doesn't prove that talented people are ugly!"

"You don't understand that. The girl raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Ma Yun is talented, but he doesn't dare to compliment, Mr. Ma Yun's talent in business and Mr. Ye's talent in literature can basically be equated, but Mr. Ye's appearance is simply handsome!"

"You seem to have some truth in that...... Oops, why did you get a nosebleed?"

"I'm moved, I can't stand it, I'm so handsome, Mr. Ye shouldn't study literature, he should learn acting!!"

"Yes, if Mr. Ye appears in film and television dramas, he will rush to this appearance, which is enough to make people completely fall. ”

"Addicted to Ye Xuan's appearance, it is difficult to extricate himself......"

......

Xiao Sa hurriedly greeted him and shook hands with Ye Xuan, and when Ye Xuan was about to walk towards the center of the stage, Xiao Sa hurriedly stopped, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Professor Ye, my colleague is very bad, knowing that you are coming, you must let me give you a small test. ”

Ye Xuan asked calmly, "What little test?"

Xiao Sa said: "They say that you have always been quick-witted, and if you were an ordinary person, we would definitely not be so embarrassed." ”

Ye Xuan guessed: "Is it for me to make poems?"

"yes. Xiao Sa nodded, smiled and said: "In ancient times, Cao Zijian became a poem in seven steps, and it was passed on as a beautiful talk, what about you? You are also known for your talent, some people say that your talent is no less than Cao Zijian, and now you are about six or seven steps away from the center of the stage, I don't know if you can become a poem in seven steps, let us open our eyes." ”

As soon as Xiao Sa finished speaking, the audience in the audience was excited, raised their fists one after another, and shouted:

"Seven steps into a poem!"

"Seven steps into a poem!!"

"Seven Steps to a Poem!!

Seven steps to poetry?

What's so hard about that?

There are thousands of poetry works that should have appeared in this world, and now they are all imprinted in Ye Xuan's mind, don't say that seven steps into poetry are enough.

Xiao Sa made a gesture of please.

Ye Xuan picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth, took a step, and walked towards the center of the stage.

"Flowers of Success,"

"People only admire her brightness now,"

"But when she sprouted,"

"Soaked in the tears of struggle,"

"Sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. ”

Every time Ye Xuan took a step, he slowly chanted a sentence, and when he happened to stand in the center of the stage, this modern short poem was also finished.

Everyone chewed carefully, although this "Successful Flower" was not as amazing as his previous works, but it was full of philosophical thoughts.

Xiao Sa was the first to come back to his senses, picked up the microphone, and repeated:

"The flower of success, people only admire her current brightness, but at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. ”

Ye Xuan only recited it once, and Xiao Sa remembered it firmly, and it was word-for-word, which shows that he, the famous host of Imperial Capital TV, is by no means in vain.

The students in the audience were also awakened from their contemplation by Xiao Sa's voice, and only heard him continue:

"I think Professor Ye wrote this poem to tell you not to just focus on the success of others, because you don't know how much effort he has put in to succeed. ”

"Just like Professor Ye himself, everyone has seen his current glamorous, the top student in the big exam, a young professor, a young talent, and a brilliant reputation, but what everyone can't see is the hard work and dedication he carries. ”

"It's not an empty phrase that the bench has to sit for ten years. ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The audience applauded thunderously.

Xiao Sa said: "Okay, now hand over the stage to Professor Ye and ask Professor Ye to give a lecture to everyone." ”

Ye Xuan nodded at everyone.

This is a large lecture hall, so chalk and blackboards are readily available.

Ye Xuan turned around and picked up the chalk and said:

"Hello everyone, first of all, let me introduce myself, Ye Xuan. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and wrote the word "Ye Xuan" on the blackboard.

"What a chic word. ”

"What a beautiful word. ”

"Just this word, I can see that Mr. Ye's attainments in calligraphy are also extraordinary. ”

The students below were all amazed after seeing the words, just with two words, they can also be regarded as proficient in calligraphy, and many girls looked at Ye Xuan with admiration in their eyes, and said secretly in their hearts:

"Too handsome, thin and straight, dark eyes, chic manners, and good handwriting, and so talented, what a perfect male god. ”

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