[450] The charm of ancient learning

"The beauty of literature is, in a small way, the beauty of external beauty, that is, the beauty of words and rhetoric; secondly, the beauty of the things in the form of the text, that is, the beauty of the pen; and the so-called great beauty is the beauty of connotation, that is, the beauty of endless aftertaste and profound morality. ”

Ye Xuan didn't say much and went straight to the topic.

"I believe that those who can sit here and listen to my lectures are full of love for literature, and today I will talk about ancient studies. ”

The students here are basically sophomores and juniors in the Faculty of Arts of Jingbei University, as for the freshmen who are in military training, and the seniors are busy with internships.

The majors they study are closely related to literature, and ancient literature is something that everyone has to study, so everyone wants to hear what Ye Xuan, the ancient literature, has profound insights on ancient literature.

"Today's main purpose is to let everyone feel the charm of ancient learning, I know that many students here have started to memorize poems before going to school, everyone has their own favorite ancient poems, I want to ask you is, why do you like poems?"

The people below were stunned, do you still need to ask this question?

"I know, I know. A female student excitedly raised her hand and shouted.

"Then you stand up and answer. ”

Seeing Ye Xuan's signal, the girl stood up happily and said:

"The reason why I like poetry is that poetry can use concise language, rich imagery and exquisite and strict rhythm to implicitly express people's rich thoughts and feelings. ”

"Very good, it seems that you have a good study of poetry, which is really rare. Ye Xuan said appreciatively, a few sentences can summarize the charm of ancient poems, without a certain foundation.

The girl was praised by Ye Xuan and sat down happily.

"The ancients loved poetry, and the people of today love poetry. The ancients could feel the charm of the poem, and after a thousand years, people can still feel the charm of it. ”

Of course, because of the different cultures received, the ancients wrote poetry because poetry was the basic genre of literature at that time, and poetry was a special language that could vividly express the poet's emotions. ”

The basic genre of modern literature is vernacular, which is based on the spoken language of today's people, and is written in a processed way so that the common people can understand and understand. One is a language that is to fully express people's emotions, and the other is a language that is so that everyone can understand, and there is no such thing as who is good and who is bad. ”

Ye Xuan stopped at this point, turned around and wrote on the blackboard:

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

After Ye Xuan finished writing, he turned his head to look at the many students below, and said to Xiao Sa: "Host, you are the broadcast host, please recite this poem with affection." ”

Xiao Sa heard Ye Xuan's roll call, stood up and recited the poem with emotion.

Ye Xuan nodded calmly, not seeing joy or anger, but asked the classmates at the scene: "What do you think of the host's recitation?"

Xiao Sa is still relatively well-known in China, and there are many people below who are his fans, and Xiao Sa is full of emotions and recites in place.

Therefore, applaud!

Ye Xuan shook his head and said slowly:

"With all due respect, this is just reading poetry, and in the Tang Dynasty, it would make people laugh. ”

Ye Xuan from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, through the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, through the Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, for others, those past events are untouchable history, for Ye Xuan, it is a real flow from the fingertips of the years.

"The host was just reading, and although his voice was good, the tone was already wrong. Poetry should be chanted, literature should be recited, and songs should be sung; the so-called poems should be chanted for their meaning, the text should be recited for their words, and the songs should be sung for their sounds. I think that it has been almost lost nowadays, and no one can sing it, so how can anyone know its charm? Therefore, people only appreciate poetry, but it is a pity! It is a pity that the ancients wrote poems to express their meaning, so that people can hear and know their meaning. ”

Xiao Sa listened and nodded frequently.

A female classmate in the audience rolled her eyes, raised her hand and said, "Teacher Ye, listen to what you mean, you know how to chant poetry? Wouldn't it be better if you chanted poems to let us understand the charm of poems?"

This female classmate is a fan of Xiao Sa, and when she saw that Ye Xuan had lost Xiao Sa's face, she wanted to embarrass Ye Xuan.

However, there were many students in the audience who really wanted to feel the style of the ancients chanting poems, and they all looked at Ye Xuan with anticipation.

"As I said, I'm here today to let you feel the charm of ancient studies. ”

As he spoke, Ye Xuan carried his hands behind his back and paced lightly on the stage, really like an ancient genius.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning......"

Ye Xuan chanted while recalling Taibai's drunken demeanor.

Every word is heard clearly by the students, but the intonation is something that everyone has never heard, each word is chanted out in a very special tone, slow and brisk, between the lines of the pause, special and addictive, accompanied by every word into the ear, as if the meaning of this poem is clearly showing in their own brains.

At this moment, everyone's minds were like a movie, and countless pictures appeared.

By the Yellow River, Taibai drank and danced with swords, having fun in time, indescribably wandering, and inexhaustible chic freehand.

The large lecture hall was so quiet that there was only a faint sound of breathing, and everyone was addicted to "Will Enter the Wine", no, it should be said that they were intoxicated by the wonderful artistic conception recited by Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan glanced at it and smiled faintly, this is the charm of ancient Chinese poetry, he just chanted casually, if it was placed in the Tang Dynasty, the singer and the dancer chanted and danced at the same time, and the poetry was beautiful, then it would have more artistic conception.

"Ahem!"

Ye Xuan coughed lightly, interrupting the people who were addicted to "Will Enter the Wine", "What do you think?"

"Is this the poetry of the ancients? It's amazing, you can feel the charm of poetry just by listening to it. ”

"It's so picturesque, I seem to have watched Taibai get drunk, and I feel the boldness in this poem!"

"Teacher Ye's singing is so good, so romantic, it's even better than those singers singing. ”

"Did anyone record it? Good things to share, I can't get tired of hearing them. ”