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Write poems casually, follow your heart.

A mouth is a very beautiful ancient poem.

It takes so profound literary attainments to write such a beautiful poem.

Xia Xue sighed that she was inferior. Although she was a doctor, she felt that she was far inferior to Zhang Yuan and she had already lost.

Zhang Yuan has already defeated her with a poem.

And she was convinced by admitting defeat, without any dissatisfaction.

When Zhang Yuan was reciting the poem just now, he seemed to be a great genius in the ancient Yushu. He was handsome and handsome, young and talented.

Such a talent, which beauty does not love.

No wonder so many young girls who have lived in deep boudoirs were moved by talented men. Such beautiful verses can move people so much.

This verse, gentle like a mother's hand, can make everyone feel its warmth.

Xia Xue had a strange feeling towards Zhang Yuan inadvertently. Zhang Yuan's appearance was really charming.

He was already handsome and messed up, coupled with talent, such a perfect male god, almost no girl can resist.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time, this sentence is too beautiful, beautiful indispensable," Xia Xue sighed.

Dao Cheng said: "This sentence is most suitable for the opening ceremony of the party. Although everyone is thousands of miles apart, you can see the same bright moon in the sky. At this moment, everyone is looking at the same moon."

"It gives people a kind of warm strength and positive feelings, while describing the scenery, but also expressing emotions,"

Xia Xue analyzed and said: "It is a commonly used method of description in ancient poems. Zhang Yuan's poetry method is very classical."

Her analysis is very unique, she deserves to be a professional.

"Zhang Yuan, how did you write such a beautiful poem? It's simply amazing," Xia Xueqing couldn't help asking.

Zhang Yuan smiled faintly, and said, "It's as simple as that when you feel deep in your love,"

In fact, this is on the premise of talent.

Without the talent of system rewards, Zhang Yuan would not be able to post an ancient poem even if he felt it.

"Talent, this is talent, Zhang Yuan, you are really a genius," Xia Xue spared no effort to praise Zhang Yuan.

Writing poetry depends on talent. In history, most famous poets are geniuses.

In modern times, modern times, and even contemporary times, poets are all gifted.

People with no talent can't hold back good poems at all, and those with talent write poems, just like Zhang Yuan.

"Hahaha, I didn’t expect that Zhang Yuan, a talented musician, is still a poet, Zhang Yuan, you are so good, no one in the younger generation is your opponent anymore, Zhang Yuan, do you feel a little lonely? Feel the master lonely?"

Cheng Dao asked jokingly.

Zhang Yuan smiled and replied: "No, Dao Cheng, I have passed the award, I have passed the award. I am a bit talented, but I have not reached the state of invincibility in the world. There are more people in this world who are better than me. "

Cheng Dao appreciates Zhang Yuan's self-confidence, stability, and modesty.

This young man is really good. He has personality, quality, appearance and talent.

It's perfect.

"What are you talking about so happy,"

At this time, the private room door was suddenly opened, and a fat middle-aged man slowly walked in.

He is dressed plainly, with a fair face, thick eyes, and gray hair. He is also in his 50s.

Looking at his temperament, he is somewhat bookish.

Zhang Yuan guessed that this person should be a teacher.127 novel www.127xs.com

"Ouch, Professor Tang, you are here, come on, come on,"

"Zhang Yuan, let me introduce you, Professor Tang, but the professor of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, the world is full of peach and plum."

Cheng Dao immediately got up to greet his friend.

"Professor Tang, we were talking about a poem by Zhang Yuan just now. Come on, please sit down."

Xia Xue got up and asked Professor Tang to sit down. After everyone sat down, Professor Tang brought the topic to Zhang Yuan.

"Zhang Yuan?"

Professor Tang looked sideways, looking at the handsome young man in front of him.

"Hello Professor Tang, this is Zhang Yuan," Zhang Yuan shook hands with Professor Tang politely, which was the most basic courtesy.

"Just now you said a poem by Zhang Yuan, what poem?" Professor Tang asked.

Cheng Lin said: "It's a poem just written by Zhang Yuan,"

Xia Xue immediately recited Zhang Yuan's poem just now.

She felt more and more that this was a masterpiece, and if you taste it slowly, you will have a deeper feeling.

The first sentence is too classic.

"Professor Tang, what do you think?" Xia Xue asked.

She had just finished reading, but Professor Tang's expression was unpredictable.

He seemed to be lost in thought.

After a while, Professor Tang said leisurely: "Yes, good poem, it is indeed good poem,"

Looking at Zhang Yuan's gaze, he couldn't help feeling a little more of approval.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. This sentence is so good, so beautiful, alas,"

Professor Tang also liked this sentence very much. It seems that the classics are classics and can be loved by everyone.

"Zhang Yuan, I watched the party yesterday. You sang very well. Your song "Hope for a Long Time" is very good, especially the lyrics. It is a good classic poetry. I can You can see that you have a deep literary quality,"

Cheng Lin and Xia Xue were not surprised at all. Professor Tang’s praise was very appropriate, and Zhang Yuan’s talent could bear these praises.

"Zhang Yuan, you should have been brewing this poem for a long time, after all, good works are slowly polished out," Professor Tang said happily.

Young people nowadays are rarely interested in classical poetry, so Professor Tang was very happy to see Zhang Yuan so talented.

Zhang Yuan said, "No, I just got inspired and said it casually."

Professor Tang was taken aback and almost squirted out the tea in his mouth. Sitting opposite Xia Xue, if the tea fell on Xia Xue, then Fan of the goddess of literature and art would be gone immediately.

"How is this possible? If in ancient times, there was such a genius who could speak out, I believe, but in modern society, no one writes ancient poems anymore. It's too difficult. Not only rhyme, but also a neat match."

Professor Tang deeply understands how difficult it is to write a poem. Even if he wants to write a poem, he does not just write it.

Zhang Yuan is just a singer, but he did not expect to have such a high talent.

It's amazing.

This is a great talent.

"Well, if you don't have inspiration, can you not write it," Professor Tang asked.

Inspiration is also very important. For literati, if inspiration comes, they might be able to write shocking works.

"It should be. Once the inspiration is over, you should not be able to export into chapters, but Zhang Yuan, you are already very good," Professor Tang still thinks that Zhang Yuan is a junior worth training.

Excellent talent, young and promising.

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "No, in fact, writing poems doesn't necessarily require inspiration. It's not that difficult."