Facing the scenery of Mount Lu, no one could think of a poem or a paragraph to describe it.
Because these sentences were too tacky.
……
Xu Hui was holding his phone as he broadcasted to his fans while strolling around the waterfall.
Soon, he arrived at the cliff beside the waterfall.
The cliff wasn't high, but there was a poem carved on it.
Just by looking at the words, one could tell that it was written by "everyone".
Jiang Ye liked calligraphy, so he had been practicing it since he was young.
He had been writing for more than twenty years now, and Jiang Ye's calligraphy was even more outstanding than some famous artists.
It was just that Jiang Ye didn't like to show off.
……
Xu Hui walked to the bottom of the cliff and looked at the words engraved on the stone. He turned to the tour guide and asked,
"What is this? Calligraphy left behind by ancient people?"
The tour guide looked at the cliff and then showed a respectful expression!
"Oh, you mean this poem?
This is written by Chief Jiang, Jiang Ye of Hu Zhong City.
At that time, the Lushan scenic area had just set up a project, and Director Jiang personally came to our place to inspect.
When we arrived at the waterfall, our mayor asked Director Jiang to leave a calligraphy piece.
Director Jiang was very generous. Not only did he leave behind the calligraphy piece, but he also wrote a poem on the spot.
It's the poem on this."
……
Hearing the tour guide's words, Xu Hui was obviously shocked.
He looked at the cliff behind him and then at the tour guide. His eyes were filled with disbelief!
Jiang Ye…
Jiang Ye knew how to write poems?
It was still improvisation.
When Xu Hui heard Jiang Ye's name, he only thought that Jiang Ye was a good director.
However, he didn't expect the director to be so cultured.
He actually knew how to write poems.
……
The people in the live broadcast room also discussed after hearing the tour guide's words.
"It's very normal. Think about it. If your boss comes when your shop opens, and your boss happens to know how to write calligraphy, you'll definitely ask him to leave a calligraphy treasure.”
"Yeah, this is just a formality. It doesn't matter how it's written. The key is that he's a leader!”
"But I think Director Jiang should have some skill. Otherwise, why would he dare to write here?”
"Level? No matter how high the standard was to describe the scenery here, it would be too cliché.”
"Stop talking. Let's see how the poem is.”
"Streamer, we can't see it clearly. You can read it directly.”
……
Xu Hui didn't waste any more time and turned his gaze to the stone wall, reading,
"Alright, I'll read it to you.
This was a seven-character poem.
It was a seven-character quatrain called " Looking at the Waterfall of Mount Lu ".
Hehe, the name was quite appropriate.”
"It has begun.
The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke,
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river…"
After reading this, Xu Hui was startled for a moment before also becoming serious.
Just by reading the first two lines, one could see the level of this poem.
The two lines of the poem matched neatly, and there was no mistake in the rhythm. Moreover, the description was very interesting.
Just by looking at the first two lines, this poem was already a masterpiece.
……
Xu Hui continued,
" The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke.
I look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river from afar.
The flying stream descends three thousand feet straight,
I suspect it's the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens."
After reading the last two sentences, the entire 200,000 people in the live broadcast room fell silent!!!
Although this poem didn't use any fancy words or complicated metaphor, but…
The artistic conception of this poem was superb!
The flying stream descends three thousand feet straight,
It was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen from the nine heavens!
What kind of metaphor was this?
Was this a metaphor that a human brain could imagine?!
Not to mention the others, the first reaction of the 200,000 viewers in the live broadcast room when they saw the Lushan Waterfall was only one word!
"F * ck!"
"Awesome!"
"It looks good!"
Those who were slightly cultured would say,
"Spectacular!"
"Beautiful!"
"Shocking!"
However! Whether it was an ordinary person or a highly educated person, no one would think of a description like Jiang Ye's!!
Three thousand feet down!
It was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen from the nine heavens!
This metaphor, this description, this artistic conception!
Amazing!
Although most of the people in the livestream were not literary experts, good works were appreciated by both refined and popular people.
This poem could even be read by a one or two-year-old child!
Furthermore, the artistic conception and description were too amazing!
If only this poem had been written 500 years earlier!
He would definitely be one of the poems that would be recorded in primary and secondary school textbooks!!
This poem was truly amazing!
……
On the other side.
Shanghai University!
In Chinese class.
A bespectacled boy sat in the classroom and muttered unhappily.
"What lousy school? I have to go to morning classes during the short holiday. I'm also convinced!
It's even worse than high school!"
The boy's name was Liu Heng. He was a student from Shanghai University's Chinese Department.
She liked to travel and watch live broadcasts.
During this short holiday, Liu Heng had planned to go on a vacation, but the school did something to prevent the freshmen from going out.
He had no choice but to stay in school.
In class, Liu Heng was bored and could only watch the live broadcast to kill time.
Coincidentally, he was watching Xu Hui's live broadcast.
Meanwhile, in the live broadcast room, Xu Hui was reading Jiang Ye's poem "Looking at the Waterfall of Mount Lu".
……
Liu Heng's morning class today was Chinese.
The lecturer was an old professor in his seventies. He was said to be a national literature expert.
However, Liu Heng didn't care at all. He just wanted the class to end as soon as possible.
The old professor was lecturing on the stage, stealing glances at the students below from time to time.
The students below the stage were listless at this time. Almost no one was listening to the class and were all playing with their phones.
University was different from high school. University teachers wouldn't confiscate your phone.
The old professor saw that his classmates were not in high spirits and immediately had an idea.
"Alright, students, I know you want to go out and play.
It's a short holiday now, so it's normal for you to be wild.
Put down your phones and take out a pen and paper!
Write an essay about the scenic area.
There was no limit to the style and length of the article.
As long as I think it's passable, you can leave!
I said it!
I'll take care of the principal when he comes."
……
After hearing the old professor's words, Liu Heng, who was below the stage, was delighted!
Write an article?
Was this a coincidence?
When they were watching the live broadcast just now, didn't the director of Hu Zhong City's Culture and Travel Bureau write an ancient poem?
He could write it down for the old professor!
Maybe he can even let me out!
Liu Heng took out a pen and paper and started writing!
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