Yu Hai is a recognized talent in the circle. With this opportunity, Yin Du naturally asked him to teach Chinese classes to two high school students.

Yu Hai did not refuse this.

As his memory continued to increase, he read a lot of books and had no problem with his knowledge reserves.

The only thing that is worrying is that Yu Hai does not know how to do reading comprehension.

Before traveling through time, he never got scores in Chinese reading comprehension, and he didn't know if his emotional intelligence was too low, so he never understood the meaning of the question-setting teacher.

So Yu Hai made an explanation in advance: "Say it first, don't ask me reading comprehension questions, because my answer is definitely wrong."

"Ah," Ye Qingfan asked blankly: "Why?"

Yu Hai pondered. He thought about this question a long time ago, but there was no answer in the end: "Maybe my brain-study ability is too poor!"

The brother and sister did not understand very much, but did not continue to ask questions. Instead, they enthusiastically asked Yu Hai about some questions about poetry.

After all, everyone knows that Yu Hai is very good at writing ancient poetry and is a poet.

"Your Highness, I often see the title of ancient poems asking what kind of image the poem expresses, and it feels very profound. So when you write poems, do you really think so much?"

Yu Hai: "…"

No, I just copied out the poems I had recited before.

Yu Hai thought about it and tried to explain it according to his own understanding: "For me, poetry, like songs, is an expression of emotion. The artistic expression formed by the facts I see objectively through subjective emotional processing is the image."

"For readers, the emotions and feelings that can be felt through a poem are images."

As soon as Yu Hai finished speaking, he saw the brother and sister looking at him blankly, and knew that he was too abstract.

He is indeed not a teacher.

Yu Hai pondered for a while and decided to give an example directly: "In this way, when I was fishing, I was inspired and wrote a poem. You can read it."

Yu Hai took the draft paper that Ye Qingfan placed on the table and wrote directly on it with a pencil: "Birds fly across thousands of mountains, people die in thousands of paths, and the old man in a straw hat and hat are alone in fishing for the snow in the cold river."

Then show it to two people.

The brother and sister read the poem above while watching.

After reading the twenty words, the brother and sister were already standing there in shock.

Is this your highness’s talent?

Is this the ability of a contemporary poet?

This is too cool!

In order to explain to them, write a poem on the spot?

The audience in the live broadcast room was also shocked.

This poem is a good thing that anyone who knows Chinese can see, and it is simply amazing.

"I'm convinced, I'm promising"

"Others' poems are written, and the poems of Whale fall are drawn."

"I don't know what adjective to use to be the talent of the Whale Lou."

"Mom, come and see the gods."

"I was stunned to write poems on the spot!"

“…”

Yu Hai looked at the two of them with a smile: "How is it? Isn't it good?"

The Ye brothers and sisters nodded desperately, it was more than just a good one, it was a bunker, okay?

"If I change this poem, then?" Yu Hai pulled out a piece of draft paper again and wrote a few lines of words with a pencil.

Then he handed it to the two of them: "If this poem is written like this, what do you think?"

Ye Qingfan fixed his eyes and saw sixteen words written on it:

"The birds are dead, and the people are gone. The spiritual old man, catch a loneliness."

Ye Qingfan: "!!!"

The little girl sitting next to him coughed a few times by her saliva.

"What's this?" Ye Qingfan couldn't believe his eyes.

Yu Hai coughed slightly and said, "Isn't this the poem changed its writing style just now? Do you think the meaning is the same?"

Ye Qingfan picked up the paper and made the poem in the paper in his sister's hand. He actually felt that there was nothing wrong with the words of the Whale Lou, and the meanings on both sides were really the same.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also stunned.

“???”

"Damn, tell me this is a poem?"

"I can write a hundred poems like this!"

"Can poetry be changed like this?"

"Although the same meaning, it feels like a difference!"

“…”

Comparing the first poem, the second poem cannot even be considered a poem, it can only be considered a two sentence. However, these two sentences directly describe the content of the first poem.

It's simply outrageous.

Given the time for two teenagers to digest, Yu Hai returned to the topic, and pointed to the paper in their hands: "The same thing, two different expressions, have completely different effects. Let's compare and savor, do you think that what the first song has and what the second song does not have is the so-called image?"

"Then now you tell me what image can you feel from the first poem?"

Only then did the Ye brothers and sisters start to savor the extraordinaryness of the first poem.

After a while, Ye Qingzhou organized some language and said carefully: "I think this poem, the first two sentences, is a feeling of vastness and silence."

Yu Hai nodded in agreement.

Ye Qingfan also tasted a little bit: "The fisherman in the poem gives me a feeling of loneliness or arrogance."

Yu Hai praised: "Yes, the world is independent, rude and lonely. Look at the second song, do you feel this way?"

"No." The two shook their heads.

They only felt a funny atmosphere from the second poem that was not considered a poem.

"This is the image of poetry."

Only then did Ye Qingfan and the others have some understanding.

I feel that after such an explanation, when I read the poems, I can better understand the images.

Many viewers in the live broadcast room also expressed their teachings.

"Take a note of the small notebook."

"My God, after this comparison, I realized it all at once!"

"It's amazing! If I had such a teacher in high school, I would never fail the Chinese language."

"School apologizes to me as a teacher like Whale Lou"

“It’s reasonable and convincing.”

"I would have like this if everyone's teachers taught people."

"First of all, your Chinese teacher should be able to write poetry."

“…”

The two elders who were in the kitchen had always heard the conversation in the pavilion. At this time, Yin Du couldn't help but exclaim: "There are rumors that the Literary and Art Association was considering including the several poems written by Xiao Luo before in the textbook. I think this poem can be selected, and it is no less than many famous quotes throughout the ages."

He Changping also sighed: "Yes, these two children are so lucky to participate in this program. I feel that with this poem, both children have the possibility of being famous in history."

Yin Du's eyes suddenly lit up: "I heard that some poets may add other people's names to them..."

He Changping's eyes lit up when he heard this.

The two old foxes exchanged a tacit expression.
Chapter completed!