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"Whether it is the majestic "Qinyuan Chunxue" in the ancient style, or the philosophical and thought-provoking "Born in Sorrow and Die in Peace" in the ancient style, or "Facing the sea, "Spring Blossoms", or the sharp and thought-provoking "Kong Yiji", "The Diary of a Madman", or the "Song of Righteousness", which is as vast as the sea and has awe-inspiring momentum, expresses one's ambitions in poetry, or the phrase "Who is born since ancient times?" There is no death, but keep the loyal heart to reflect the history's song and tears."
"These works are all shocking!"
"The guest invited today is well-known on the Internet for his talent and learning. Whether it is modern prose, ancient prose, modern poetry, or ancient poetry, he can master it with ease."
"His works have been popular in the streets and alleys in just one month, and countless people have drawn upward power from his works."
"Although he is young, he has a pair of wise eyes."
"Although he is young, he has a bright mind."
"Although he is young, his works have depth."
Xiao Sa smiled and said the speech prepared in advance, and finally looked at the students at the scene and said:
"I believe you don't need me to say his name, everyone already knows who the guest invited today is?"
Under the stage, 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, the professor of the School of Liberal Arts of Peking University, the professor of the School of Humanities of Huaqing University, the creator of the perfect score in the big test, the record holder of the big test score, the champion of this year's big test, writer and poet."
He said all of Ye Xuan's titles in one gulp, and there was warm applause from the audience.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the backstage passage, they wanted to see what the young professor Ye Xuan looked like!
Soon, a figure came out slowly.
In a white long gown, he is thin and elegant, with a handsome face and a cold expression.
Those eyes, deep and wise, shone with the light of wisdom, not like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, but like an old man who has 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 does it look like in your imagination?"
"I imagined him to be a big ugly guy. Talented people are usually ugly, and a talented person like Ye Xuan is even more ugly. I didn't expect him to be so handsome? This is unscientific!"
"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 is not flattering. Mr. Ma Yun's talent in business and Mr. Ye's talent in literature are basically comparable. Draw an equal sign, but Teacher Ye looks so handsome!"
"What you said seems to make sense Hey, hey, why do you have a nosebleed?"
"I'm so excited, I can't take it anymore, she's so handsome, Mr. Ye shouldn't be studying literature, he should be studying acting!!"
"Yes, if Mrs. Ye is to appear in a film and television drama, he will be attracted to this appearance, which is enough to make people fall completely."
"I'm obsessed with Ye Xuan's appearance, I can't extricate myself"
Xiao Sa quickly went up to him and shook hands with Ye Xuan. When Ye Xuan was about to walk towards the center of the stage, Xiao Sa hurriedly stopped him with a smirk on the corner of his mouth:
"Professor Ye, my colleague is very bad. Knowing that you are coming, let me give you a small test."
Ye Xuan asked calmly: "What little test?"
Xiao Sa said: "They said that you have always been quick-witted. If you were an ordinary person, we would definitely not be so embarrassing."
Ye Xuan guessed: "Are you asking me to write poetry?"
"Yes." Xiao Sa nodded and said with a smile: "In ancient times, Cao Zijian made a poem in seven steps, and it was passed down as a beautiful story. What about you? You are also famous for your talent. Some people say that your talent is no less than Cao Zijian. Now you are far away from the center of the stage. It's about six or seven steps, I don't know if you can make a poem in seven steps, let us open our eyes."
As soon as Xiao Sa finished speaking, the audience in the audience got excited, raised their fists and shouted:
"Seven steps into a poem!"
"Seven steps into a poem!!"
"Seven steps into a poem!!!"
Poetry in seven steps?
What's so difficult about this?
There are tens of thousands of poems that should have appeared in this world, but now they are all imprinted in Ye Xuan's mind. Let alone seven steps to form a poem, one step is enough.
Xiao Sa made a gesture of invitation.
Ye Xuan picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth, took a step, and walked towards the center of the stage.
"The flower of success,"
"People are only amazed by her current beauty,"
"However, at the beginning, her buds,"
"Soaked in the tears of struggle,"
"It rained blood of sacrifices all over the place."
Every time Ye Xuan took a step, he slowly recited a sentence. When he happened to be standing in the center of the stage, this modern short poem was just finished.
Everyone chewed carefully. Although this "Flower of Success" is not as stunning as his previous works, it is full of philosophical thoughts.
Xiao Sa was the first to recover, picked up the microphone, and repeated:
"For the flower of success, people only admire her current beauty, but at the beginning, her buds were soaked in tears of struggle and sprinkled with blood rain of sacrifice."
Ye Xuan only recited it once, and Xiao Sa firmly memorized it, and it was word for word. It can be seen that he, the famous host of the Imperial TV Station, is by no means in vain.
The students in the audience were also awakened from their contemplation by Xiao Sa's voice, only to hear him continue:
"I think, Professor Ye wrote this poem to tell everyone, don't just focus on the success of others, because you don't know how much effort he has put in for success."
"Just like Professor Ye himself, everyone has seen his current brilliance, the champion of the final exam, a young professor, a young talent, and a brilliant reputation, but what everyone can't see is his hard work and dedication."
"The bench will sit cold for ten years, this is by no means empty talk."
Hush!
Thunderous applause from the audience.
Xiao Sa said: "Okay, now I will hand over the stage to Professor Ye, and ask Professor Ye to give you a lecture."
Ye Xuan nodded to everyone.
This is originally a large lecture hall, so chalk and blackboard are all available.
Ye Xuan turned around and picked up the chalk and said:
"Hi everyone, let me introduce myself first, 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 calligraphy attainments are also extraordinary."
The students below admired the words one after another. With just two words, they can be counted as proficient in calligraphy. Many girls looked at Ye Xuan with admiration, and thought to themselves:
"He's so handsome, with a thin and straight body, dark eyes, smart demeanor, good handwriting, and such talent, he's really a perfect male god."
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