"Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, old roads, west winds, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world!”
Zhang Yang casually picked out a classic poem," The Sand of the Sky: Autumn Thoughts ".
"This poem only has 28 words, but it's a work made up of images.”
"This poem uses the technique of simple drawing to express the sorrow of a wanderer who misses his hometown in autumn and is tired of wandering.”
"This poem only talks about images and not emotions, but it is filled with emotions everywhere!”
"However, everyone must pay attention to one thing. Imagery is not simply the addition of meaning and image.”
"Imagery is not for you to pile up words. It is the image that is integrated with your feelings and thoughts.”
"You can't pile it up just to make up the number of words and rhyme. That's soulless!”
"Imagery is artistic processing!"
"Imagery is given a certain amount of thoughts and feelings by the author!”
"If you had mastered the concept, you wouldn't have been able to write a good poem. Come, you can hit me!”
Zhang Yang introduced the concept of imagery to the audience and explained how to deal with imagery in order to write a good poem.
But why was everyone's expression so strange?
Did he say something wrong just now?
That was not right. Even if he had said something wrong just now, these people had to be able to hear it!
"What's wrong with you guys? You don't understand?" Zhang Yang asked.
Why did all of them look like they had seen a ghost?
Was there someone behind him?
Zhang Yang looked behind him suspiciously, but other than the cameraman, there was no one else.
"What happened to you guys?" Zhang Yang, who was at a loss, was even more confused.
"Zhang Yang, did you just compose a poem on the spot?”Mr. He looked at Zhang Yang with a complicated expression.
Mr. Ho had tried to recall the story very seriously. He had never heard of the story of the old tree with withered vines and crows.
With Zhang Yang's identity as a poet, could he understand that the poem just now was a product of Zhang Yang's performance on the spot?
Zhang Yang was speechless.
This…He, he just wanted to make an analogy so that everyone would be more intuitive.
Just now, he did not consider whether the space-time of this song,"Heavenly Pure Sand·Autumn Thoughts," existed or not.
Who would have thought…
"I, if I said that I was completely brainless just now, would you believe me?”Zhang Yang explained sincerely.
He was really careless.
Teacher He's expression was as if he had eaten a fly. It was unbearable!
"Zhang Yang, even though I don't know how to write poems, I still have some knowledge. I can tell whether a poem is good or bad.”
"This poem of yours is so wonderful that it breaks the rules!"
"Other people write poems, but your poem is drawn.”
"When you finished your poem, an image immediately appeared in my mind. It's really wonderful!”
"In the end, you're telling me that you came up with such a wonderful poem without thinking? Do you think I believe it?" Teacher He's mind was filled with the word 'disbelief'!
Peng Peng stood at the side and nodded his head vigorously. He did not believe Zhang Yang's nonsense. This was clearly a product that had been carefully crafted.
How could it be a product of the brain?？？
"Brother, tell me the truth. Before you came to participate in 'The Life You Yearn For,' how many poems did you secretly prepare?”Sister Zifeng also didn't believe that this was a product of the brain.
Such a good poem, it was obvious that he had come prepared!
Brother, my biological brother, am I still your biological sister?？？
Are you really planning to kill me?？
My good brother, you better pray that your poem is not on my college entrance examination paper!
As long as your poem is on the test paper, you'll be dead!!!
Zhang Yang's heart was filled with pride. He had not prepared a single poem before he came to 'The Life That I Yearn For.'
To be more precise, he had never planned to expose his identity as a poet in " The Life You Want ". How could he have prepared a poem in advance?
But now, it seemed that no one believed the truth!
" Alright, this poem is indeed something that I have prepared meticulously…" Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Yang felt that he could not explain it to them clearly!
"Like I said, this must be a product of careful preparation. Zhang Yang, this poem is really well done.”Teacher He patted Zhang Yang's shoulder happily.
Zhang Yang was speechless.
"Brother, you're too awesome. From now on, you're my idol!”Peng Peng gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up in admiration.
Zhang Yang was speechless.
"Brother, write down the thoughts and feelings, annotations, writing techniques, and so on of your poem just now so that I can memorize it in advance.”Little sister Zifeng was weak and helpless as she pushed the book in front of Zhang Yang.
Sigh, as the younger sister of the great poet Zhang Yang, whether this poem would be included in the teaching materials or not was not important to Sister Zifeng at all.
She only knew that her brother's poem, her sister, must be clear!
Imagine if Sister Zifeng was interviewed by a reporter and asked about one of Zhang Yang's poems.
How awkward would she be if she didn't know what Sister Zifeng was asking?
Hey, brother, can you write two less poems? Can you be a little gentler and cheat your sister?
Sister Zifeng expressed that it was really too difficult for her!!!
Zhang Yang looked at the notebook that his sister had pushed over to him, and his expression was even worse than his sister's.
"Zifeng, you should wait for the teacher to give you a standard answer. I'm really afraid that my answer will be different from the teacher's answer.”Zhang Yang said with a weird expression.
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