Metropolis: I Am a Full-Time Professional, Attracting Worldwide Attention

Chapter 119

The ancient poems of this world are not as prosperous as the earth, nor do they have such a heavy heritage.

But there are also many popular poems that have been passed down to this day.

Chen Xuan was still a bit jerky at first, but within a few minutes, he became better and better as a teacher.

He didn’t read the contents of the textbooks according to the textbooks, but used his own understanding of ancient poems to tell everyone.

From the allusions of the poems, as well as the rhyme and structure of the poems, analyze-for the students to listen to.

Qian Yanhong is going to accompany her husband to the hospital for a physical review today. At the moment, the review is almost complete, but he still has to stay in the hospital for two days of observation.

Accompanying her husband to complete the hospitalization procedures, and then ordered a takeaway, and then accompanied her husband to rest in the ward and wait.

The gentleman said: “I remember that you have a class today? Doesn’t it matter if you don’t go?”

Qian Yanhong said, “I found a teacher to substitute, and that teacher is familiar to you.”

“Is it Teacher Fu Chengcheng?”

“No.” Qian Yanhong smiled: “It’s Teacher Chen Xuan.”

“Chen Xuan…Huh, that Officer Chen?”

“Yes.” Qian Yanhong said: “He is a student of ancient literature. I have prepared all the textbooks for him, so the problem shouldn’t be too big.”

She looked at the time and said: “It should have been a while.”

Then he took out his mobile phone, found Chen Xuan’s live broadcast room, opened it, and placed it on the dining table of the hospital bed. The couple looked at it.

They opened the replay and watched it from the very beginning.

“Hey, his handwriting is good.” Qian Yanhong’s gentleman gave a soft voice, stared at the words on the blackboard, and nodded slightly.

Her husband’s name is Yu Qianhe. He was a member of the Magic City Calligraphy Association in the early years. He wrote good characters and has a high level of appreciation for calligraphy.

“Do you know how to write in chalk?” Qian Yanhong smiled.

Yu Qian said in harmony: “Calligraphy is interlinked, and there is not much difference in essence between hard and brush writing, but the carrying capacity is different.”

Qian Yanhong didn’t understand these very well, and asked, “Which family of characters is this? Song Ti or Kai Ti?”

“Neither.” Yu Qianhe shook his head: “The category of fonts is cursive, but there is no shadow of any family. His characters are quite self-contained.”

Qian Yanhong was a little surprised: “So, wouldn’t he be able to take the calligraphy everybody?”

Yu Qianhe still shook his head: “I am just a half-hearted person, but I can see that his handwriting is extraordinary. I must have some accomplishments in calligraphy, but I don’t know how it is.”

Hearing that Mr.’s evaluation was so high, Qian Yanhong couldn’t help but look at it for a while. After reading it for a few seconds, he said in surprise: “Looking at his words, how can I feel comfortable?”

“This is the charm of calligraphy.” Yu Qianhe smiled: “Look, I always tell you that you can cultivate calligraphy as a hobby if you have nothing to do. This can make you happy, but you still don’t believe it. In fact, this and you often make me It’s the same as reading poems. Although I don’t understand poems too much, I can feel the beauty of poems. This is a truth.”

Chen Xuan’s lecture is very good, neither fast nor slow. He speaks clearly. Even the students sitting in the last row can hear clearly.

“Ms. Chen’s handwriting is so beautiful.”

“This is the most beautiful chalk writing I have ever seen.”

“He must have practiced calligraphy, otherwise he won’t be able to write such beautiful characters.”

Although Brother Chen gave a good lecture, most people’s attention was still attracted by his words.

Song Wen snorted softly, “It’s just chalk characters. As for blowing like this?”

Although he also thinks the words on the blackboard are beautiful, he feels even more that these students are licking dogs and deliberately licking Chen Xuan!

“Okay, let’s rest for a while and continue talking later.”

This is a big class, which takes two hours.

Two hours is not a small burden for Chen Xuan or these students.

If the course is not exciting enough, it is easy to make students sleepy.

Chen Xuan sat at the desk, picked up a bottle of water and drank it.

During the break, a lot of students came over with nets.

“Ms. Chen, have you learned calligraphy?”

“Slightly understand the billion two.”

“Your chalk calligraphy is so beautiful. I have taken many public classes and this is the first time I have seen such beautiful chalk calligraphy.”

“Huh!” At this time, a discordant voice sounded: “Does it look good? I think it’s average.”

When the scene was quiet, everyone looked over, but Song Wen came over here.

“Oh, isn’t this a grown-up man?”

“The president is also here to listen to Brother Chen’s class. This is an honor for Brother Chen.”

“I’m afraid I came here to find fault on purpose.”

Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and was not angry. He smiled and said: “The aesthetics are more private. It is normal for you to dislike what others like.”

Song Wen walked over and said, “Teacher Chen, I don’t understand some things, and I would like to ask you for advice.”

Chen Xuan asked: “You said.”

Song Wendao: “You said Daxia’s poems are the most beautiful. I think there is a problem with this sentence.”

“Where is the problem?”

“I have read Daxia’s ancient poems, and I have also read foreign poems. I don’t think Daxia’s ancient poems are the most beautiful. The most beautiful word itself has great subjectivity. I think Mr. Chen is yours. For a teacher, especially a substitute teacher, saying this kind of overly subjective remarks will cause some misleading to the students.”

There were some students who wanted to refute, but after listening to him, they didn’t know how to refute.Because what he said seems to be right.

They couldn’t find a point to refute, and they didn’t know where to start.

Unless it is a professional teacher like Qian Yanhong, you can discuss with him from a professional perspective.

“Wori, the king will blow up when he comes up.”

“This is coming prepared!”

“It’s over, let him catch the loophole. Brother Chen really said this.”

Chen Xuan did not rush and said: “Yes, I said this sentence before, and I don’t think this sentence contains too much subjectivity. But since you have questions, as a teacher, even a substitute teacher, I also have an obligation to explain clearly to you.”

He stood up, grabbed a piece of chalk casually, and wrote two words on the blackboard.

“Rhyme!” Chen Xuan pinched the chalk, tapped on these two characters, and said: “To understand ancient poems, you must first learn Chinese.”

“Chinese is monosyllabic words, while foreign languages ​​are mostly polysyllabic words. Poems pay attention to rhyming, flatness and contrast, which will make people feel very smooth and comfortable to read. A poem wants to rhyme, alliterate, and end rhyme. The rhyme between the lines is very difficult. The poems that can be passed down to today basically meet these conditions, so when you read it, you can feel catchy and jade-like.”

Then he wrote the word “text”: “The language of poetry is mostly concise and timeless, and the words are concise and rich in meaning. The last is the artistic conception!”

“The artistic conception constructed by poetry is also an important factor in the beauty of poetry. It is like the lover of your dream, forming the most beautiful picture you think in your mind.”

“So many times, even people who don’t understand poetry can feel the beauty of the poem when reading a poem aloud.”

“Fuck!”

There was a round of applause in the surroundings, and a group of students said loudly, “Ms. Chen said well!”

“Although I don’t understand, I think Teacher Chen is right.”

“Do you really think Teacher Chen is half-hearted? I am embarrassed to ask questions at this point.”

Song Wen still refused to bow his head: “Teacher Chen meant that foreign poems are not as good as Daxia’s ancient poems, right?”

Chen Xuan frowned slightly, this kid buttoned his hat in sets.

“Foreign poetry also has their beauty, but to understand the beauty of foreign poetry, you need to learn the language of the country and understand their history. This is like a foreigner who does not understand Chinese, but you try to make him understand ancient poetry. The beauty of this is simply unrealistic.”

Song Wen obviously didn’t expect Chen Xuan to have such a deep insight into ancient poems. At this moment, he was a little bit embarrassed.

Finally he gritted his teeth and snorted softly: “You are a teacher, what you say is what you say!”

Abandoning this sentence, Song Wen turned around and left.

Chen Xuan smiled, not angry.

Song Wen’s words are tantamount to a topic that was originally normally communicated, and suddenly ended in a arrogant and unreasonable way.

If you can’t be reasonable, then don’t reason with you, just play with it.

“Cut, what kind of person.”

“Ms. Chen don’t pay attention to him.”

“However, I just started to shame. This kind of person can also enter the student union, and it is still the president. It’s amazing.”

“Teacher Chen, aren’t you angry?”

“This is going to change me, I have to be so angry, that’s damn good.”

“I can’t eat for the day I can get angry.”

A group of students became more and more angry as they talked about it, as if it was them who was unreasonable by Song Wen, and the anger that felt like this was so irritating.

It was like a fist hit, but it was hit in the air.

“This kid is really unreasonable. This kind of person is in school. You let him join the society in this way, ready to be beaten.”

“Brother Chen has a really good temper, so I will give him a slap in the face.”

“Nonsense, Brother Chen is a teacher, and he also broadcasts live broadcasts, how do you play?”

“Believe it or not, Brother Chen must be angry right now.”

“Nonsense, who is not angry.”

Netizens are also angry, mainly because of Song Wen’s behavior, which is really hateful.

Compared to direct scolding, Song Wen is a soft knife, which is more disgusting.

And you can’t care about him. If you care about it, people will say what you are doing with a student?

Don’t care, it’s me who is sulking.

Wang Tao and the others were quite speechless, and they didn’t know what to say.

Chen Xuan did not expect the reaction of these students to be greater than himself. He smiled and said, “Today is my first public class. I also borrowed this incident and sent a message to everyone.”

Everyone looked over.

Chen Xuan picked up the chalk and walked to the blackboard.

Soon, Chen Xuan finished writing, put the chalk down, and walked aside.

Everyone looked at the words written by Chen Xuan and couldn’t help reading them.

“The world slander me, deceive me, humiliate me, laugh at me, despise me, deceive me, hate me, lie to me, how should I deal with it?”

“Just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, be patient, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years, and you will look at him.”

For a while, there was silence in the classroom, and everyone was staring at the blackboard, and there was a shock on their faces.

They looked at these words as if they had seen a scene where a wise man had a conversation with a young man.

The former is asked by young people, while the latter is answered by wise men.

These two sentences moved them greatly.

Almost everyone saw it and felt differently.

“What a warning!” Ma Jingyao couldn’t help clapping his hands and applauding: “These words have great wisdom!”

Li Lang also clapped his hands and applauded: “With these words alone, we can see that Chen Xuan’s mental realm is already beyond his age.”

Concubine Lin murmured: “So amazing, he…really so amazing!”

“It deserves to be born in ancient literature.” Wang Tao praised: “The first reading of this dialogue is shocking, and after reading it again, it feels like waking up from a big dream.”

“Fuck!”

In the quiet classroom, some people applauded, and immediately pulled the others back to reality from the text on the blackboard, applauding one after another.

“Ms. Chen’s remarks made me understand a lot at once!”

“I see, what Teacher Chen meant is that we don’t want to talk with fools!”

“It’s amazing, I can’t write this kind of text even in my dreams.”

The live broadcast room is also very lively at the moment.

“Brother Chen, kneel down!”

“What mathematics god, Brother Chen is a serious literary god!”

“It’s not an exaggeration to say that Brother Chen’s literary level and accomplishment can easily throw me a few blocks away!”

“What kind of teacher is it to cultivate this kind of genius?”

“In fact, many famous aphorisms come out when the emotions are at their peak, so we actually have to thank this president kid.”

“Puff~hahaha, really.”

“If the president child knew, he would have vomited blood in depression.”

This sentence is the famous [Hanshan found] in the past life.

To say these two dialogues is not unpredictable, and there is no mystery.

Very ordinary, very simple, but it speaks out the wisdom of one’s life.

And use short words and go straight to the point.

Even people who do not understand ancient Chinese can understand the meaning of this dialogue in the shortest time.

Qian Yanhong chewed this conversation carefully, the more he chewed, the more he could feel the truth in this sentence.

“This little teacher Chen has a high level of thought, which makes people admire.” Qian Yanhong admired her.

Yu Qianhe stared at his words and couldn’t stop reading.

“This passage is good, but his handwriting is even better than this passage. It’s more than several times better.”

Yu Qianhe couldn’t help it. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number: “Lao Tao, go online and see that teacher Chen.”

“What Teacher Chen?”

“Ms. Chen from Mordu University, Chen Xuan, have you forgotten? We have watched his show together.”

“Chen Xuan, I know…Oh, I remember, he seems to be a teacher of Lamon, what’s the matter?”

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“He just wrote a paragraph. Although it is written in chalk, I think his calligraphy skills are not bad, but my level is limited and I can’t see too much. You can help me see it. If you are really a good seed, don’t miss it. .”

Yu Qian and this are the love of talent.

“Okay, I see.”

Lao Tao is the president of the Magic City Calligraphy Association. His calligraphy is extremely high. Someone once bid millions for a picture.

But he did not accept it.

He is a pure literati, a pure calligrapher.

Writing is enjoyment for him, and it is a kind of spiritual sustenance.

If he is short of money, he will naturally take out one or two of his works to auction.

But if you want him to take the initiative to write for money, then he can’t write it.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Tao walked out of the study and waved to his granddaughter who was watching the movie in the living room: “Feng’er, find something for grandpa.”

The granddaughter walked over: “Grandpa, what are you looking for?”

Lao Tao gave him the phone: “Help me find that Chen Xuan and see what he is doing now.”

“Brother Chen?” The granddaughter quickly found Chen Xuan’s live broadcast room. After opening it, she was about to pass it over. She was attracted by the words on the blackboard in the live broadcast room and read it subconsciously.

“Hey, Feng’er, what are you reading?” Lao Tao asked curiously when he heard it.

The granddaughter handed the phone over: “It seems to be written by Brother Chen. This passage is so artistic.”

Old Tao took the phone and looked down, his muddy old eyes suddenly lit up: “It’s so pretty!”

“Look at his strength without losing his strength, showing his posture without exaggeration, the handwriting is fluent, the gesture is majestic, the posture is prosperous… This character seems to have signs of self-containedness, good words, good words!”

Lao Tao kept praising, and his granddaughter blinked her big eyes, thinking she had misheard: “Grandpa, is this word so good?”

“Not good, but very good!”

“But… this is chalk writing.”

“What’s wrong with the hard pen characters?” Old Tao said: “The calligraphy is the same, and his hard pen characters can write such a level, Danqing is not bad!”

“That’s not necessarily true.” The granddaughter said: “My hard-lined writing is also good-looking, but the brushed writing is not good.”

…… …… …….”What’s your name?” Lao Tao shook his head, and his granddaughter’s face went black with just one sentence.

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In the classroom, Chen Xuan raised his hand to press down, signalling everyone to be quiet.

“It’s almost time to rest, let’s continue to class.”

It’s already ten o’clock and it can’t be delayed. Otherwise, it will drag on for a while and everyone won’t have to eat lunch.

He originally intended to erase the writing on the blackboard, but he kept it under the strong request of the students.

For the next hour or so, everyone listened more carefully.

If you say, in the beginning, everyone rushed to the class under the name Chen Xuan.

So now, they have recognized Chen Xuan’s level.

Regardless of other things, the paragraph on the blackboard can’t be written without sufficient literary background and a certain level of ancient literature.

At 11:20, Chen Xuan’s class was almost finished.

He looked at the time and said, “That’s all for today’s class.”

He began to pack things up, but the students dauntedly refused to leave.

“is get out of class over?”

“But what if I haven’t heard enough?”

“The first time I found out, the ancient poems are quite interesting.”

“It’s a pity that Teacher Chen is a substitute teacher, alas, I won’t be able to listen to his lessons in the future.”

“Ms. Chen, otherwise you will send us another word.” Suddenly a student said loudly.

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and these words kept drifting in the classroom.

Then, some students started booing: “Yes, yes, Teacher Chen, give us another word.”

Chen Xuan pressed his hands, but the voice still couldn’t stop, he had no choice but to say loudly: “Be quiet.”

The classroom was quiet again.

As everyone knows, many teachers who pay attention to this public class have a lot of envy in their eyes.

A class can be so popular with students, this is how much recognition of their teachers.

Seeing the eager gaze of these students, Chen Xuan thought for a while, I am afraid that he might not have the opportunity to stand on the podium again in the future.

As a teacher, even if there is only one day, that is a teacher.

So he said, “I will give you a poem.”

“Poetry? I’m clinging together, Teacher Chen can still write poetry!”

“Is Teacher Chen so fierce!”

“Poetry is not easy to write. Teacher Chen challenges the difficulty of hell.”

“Ms. Chen’s literary literacy is still relatively high. It shouldn’t be difficult to write an ordinary poem.”

There was a lot of discussion, and the netizens were also surprised by Chen Xuan’s words.

“Brother Chen don’t be impulsive, writing poems is not so easy.”

“Finished, the 7 billion strongest man is about to collapse!”

“This warning is actually quite good. There is really no need to be impulsive by this group of students.”

“I want to change me, being held by so many people, let alone writing poems, just let me perform light work, I can jump from the top of the building without a word.”

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he grabbed a piece of chalk with his left hand behind him, and walked slowly along the platform.

The classroom is very quiet, and all the students are looking at him with expectation in their eyes.

The impact that “Hanshan Shide” brought to everyone was so strong that everyone looked forward to his upcoming poems even more.

One step, two steps…

Chen Xuan did not rush, and came slowly.

In the classroom, only the sound of “Da Da” made by the soles of his shoes touching the floor of the podium.

“clatter!”

The seventh step came down. He stood in front of the podium, holding a chalk in his right hand, and wandering around the blank space on the blackboard.

A poem emerges from this.

“In the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun.”

“In the spring of Budze, everything is radiant.”

“I’m always afraid of the fall of the autumn season and the decline of Huanghua’s leaves.”

“When will all rivers come from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west.”

“Young idler, an old beggar.”

The last word fell, Chen Xuan casually tossed, the chalk dropped into the chalk box precisely.

The classroom that was already quiet was even quieter at this moment.

They read this poem silently in their hearts, and everyone can learn something from this poem.

I don’t know how long it has been, and a huge reward suddenly floated in the empty live broadcast room.

[Ren Yutang] I rewarded 100 Buddhas jumping over the wall, and left a message: Seven steps into a poem, encourages learning, Teacher Chen has a brilliant literary talent, and he deserves the name of a writer! small.