"This...it sounds even better than Elder Pang's poem from before. It's so catchy and easy to recite. 'What is love in this world?' It's truly beautiful!"
"My God! This poem is actually from a martial arts novel? How is that possible? It's absolutely shocking and unbelievable!"
"Holy crap, these words are so beautiful! From all corners of the country... a pair of flying birds... old wings... through many seasons... hiss..."
"I don't know why, but suddenly I feel a pang of sadness in my heart. I even thought of my first love. Sigh, the past is gone..."
Everyone around was stunned.
No one expected that the poem Xu Lu recited would be so full of artistic conception.
Moreover, the rhythm is also quite impressive. Although most people don't understand poetry, they can still listen to it.
This intuitive feeling made me think that Xu Lu's poem was actually better than the one by Pang Lao just now.
Everyone was stunned.
Suddenly, I thought of something almost impossible.
Could it be that Director Xu's skill level is actually higher than that of Elder Pang? That's unbelievable!
"For a thousand autumns...for eternity...to remain...for poets to ponder..."
"Singing wildly... drinking heartily... visiting... the place where wild geese are buried..."
The last word was slowly uttered by Xu Lu, and the crowd finally came to their senses.
Immediately, everyone looked at Xu Lu with incredulous eyes, and then they all applauded.
You know, when Elder Pang's poem came out, everyone just praised it.
But there was no such heartfelt applause.
As applause rang out, more and more people gathered around.
As for those cultural masters who were so arrogant just now, they are now feeling a bit intimidated.
Teacher Wang looked as if he had seen a ghost, but quickly pretended to be calm and said:
"Young man, your words are good, but I'm afraid you didn't write them yourself, did you?"
"You must have copied it from some ancient book; you can't fool us poetry scholars."
"Yes, I think I saw a similar poem in an ancient book before, 'What is love in this world?' There should be quite a few poems like this!"
"That's right! Young people have good memories, but comparing ancient poems with those of people today is a bit unreasonable!"
...
Several masters spoke up one after another, and Xu Lu almost laughed out of anger upon hearing these words.
I was indeed reading poems by ancient people, but those were poems from another world.
Those people don't exist in this world.
Now, several experts claim to have seen this poem in ancient books. Isn't that ridiculous?
Are you also time travelers? Did you also travel from Earth?
Colleague? Senior colleague?
Just then, Old Liu, who had initially shown disdain for Xu Lu, spoke up again:
"Young people also like classical poetry, which makes us old folks very happy."
However, studying classical poetry involves several processes, and using the poems of the ancients is only the first stage.
Only when you reach the final stage and actually write poems with an antique charm can you be considered to have achieved great success.
Old Master Pang has already made an introduction, so I, an old man, will also make a fool of myself and offer a poem in the style of an ancient poem for everyone to critique..."
Soon, Old Liu also recited an ancient-style poem.
This caused a stir among the people around them:
"Old Liu's skill is quite remarkable, especially since it's an imitation of ancient poetry. His use of reduplication is brilliant."
"The more classical the poem, the simpler its structure. But it is within these simple words and phrases that profound truths are found, and they are also quite beautiful!"
"It seems that Elder Liu wants to stand up for Elder Pang. Although Director Xu's poem is copied from an ancient book, it is still more exquisite than Elder Pang's poem. So Elder Liu has also brought out his best skills in ancient books!"
"That's right! I wonder how Director Xu will deal with this next. It's really unfortunate of him to have offended two highly accomplished poets."
At this moment, the viewers in the live stream girl's room were also cheering.
Of course, there are also some who don't like these masters.
But what everyone is most concerned about now is how Xu Lu will respond.
After reciting his poem, Old Liu smiled with a mixture of pride and modesty, and said:
"I apologize for the poor quality; it's crudely made and far inferior to the brilliance of ancient poems. But I hope this poem can express my remembrance of ancient poets..."
Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted:
"Um, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not. If ancient poets knew that later generations were producing such shoddy work, they'd probably be so angry they'd want to crawl out of their graves!"
The person who said this was undoubtedly Director Xu.
The people around were taken aback at first, and then some of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha, crawling out of a grave, that's hilarious!"
"This Director Xu is really tough; he remains so calm and composed in front of several cultural masters."
"I think the masters will definitely not dare to say anything humble anymore, otherwise Director Xu will take it seriously."
"You bet! It's absolutely hilarious!"
The onlookers were naturally pleased, but Old Liu, the person directly involved, couldn't save face at this moment and said coldly:
"Young man, judging from your tone, you don't take my poem seriously. Don't tell me you have other poems in some novel?"
"Hey, you found out about that? You guessed right, there really is one!"
Xu Lu feigned surprise and said:
"And isn't it a coincidence that mine is also based on classical Chinese poetry? I feel it's better than your crudely made one!"
Upon hearing these familiar words, those around Xu Lu couldn't help but look at him with expectant eyes.
Our great director Xu also continued with his expression, saying directly:
'The wind and rain are bleak...The rooster crows loudly...Now that I have seen my lord...How can I not be at peace...'
'……'
The wind and rain are bleak... the rooster crows incessantly... now that I have seen my beloved... how could I not be happy...?
Upon hearing this, all the onlookers were stunned.
They had just thought Director Xu was just being stubborn, after all, the person standing opposite him was the famous Old Liu.
Who knew that Director Xu wasn't just being stubborn; he was just that stubborn!
This ancient poem sounds much better than Old Liu's imitation of ancient poems.
The ancient and rustic atmosphere moved everyone present.
"Holy crap, Director Xu is too amazing! He directly slapped two cultural masters in the face?"
"Hahaha, I was just worried about him, but now I have to worry about Old Liu!"
"That's right! Once you lose face in public, it's hard to get it back!"
"The masters must have seen a ghost today, to actually encounter such a hothead."
And he's a surprisingly capable but naive young man; I bet all four of them are completely dumbfounded right now!
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