The longed-for village system

Chapter 328 Man Yuanyue - Night in the Mushroom House
"You sang very well, child, very movingly." The old man praised IU, then turned to Chen Qing and gave him even higher praise, "Indeed, lyrics written by a poet are more vivid. Not bad, you will surely leave a strong mark on the literary world in the future."

Although it was just a short sentence, IU felt very satisfied and happy. She didn't dare to compare herself with Chen Qing, because she had heard the vivid imagery when Chen Qing sang this song, and there was still a big difference between her and him.

"I've listened to Xiao Chen's song too. I wonder if you have any suitable poems to compose? That would make today perfect." The old man made another request to Chen Qing.

When the old man made this request, Teacher He, Teacher Huang, and some literature enthusiasts in the live broadcast room were excited and thrilled. Compared to songs and poems, they were more tempting to them.

"Grandpa, you're asking too much of us!" Chen Qing hadn't expected the old man to make such a request.

"Haha!" The old man laughed heartily at Chen Qing's complaint and said to Chen Qing, "I naturally wouldn't make this request if it were anyone else, but it shouldn't be difficult for you, right? Young people with talent should be a little more high-profile."

Seeing the people around her cheering and clapping, especially Zhao Xiaogu's gloating expression, she thought she would teach her a lesson tonight if she weren't so pregnant.

I got up and paced along the edge, quickly recalling the poems I had memorized in my past life. At that moment, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the croaking of frogs came from the rice paddies in the distance.

Looking around, a line of poetry involuntarily came to Chen Qing's mind.

"I've got it, everyone please listen."

The bright moon startles the magpies on the branches, and the gentle breeze awakens the cicadas in the middle of the night.

As soon as Chen Qing recited the first line of poetry, everyone was stunned, and they all savored the artistic conception in the poem.

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This was everyone's first impression upon hearing the poem. Unfortunately, they only heard the sound of frogs. If there were more cicadas chirping, it would be even more fitting. But the poet's mind was certainly capable of making associations.

In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the year is good, and listen to the sound of the frog.

If everyone felt something was missing just now, Chen Qing's next sentence completely made up for it, and added a lot of color to the poem's imagery.

Seven or eight stars beyond the sky, two or three raindrops before the eaves.

An old thatched hut stood beside the village grove. Suddenly, a stream and bridge appeared as the road turned.

After reciting the entire poem, Chen Qing looked into the distance. The evening breeze, carrying a drizzle, caressed him, and the cool breeze brought him immense comfort.

A group of people behind Chen Qing looked at him with fervent and admiring eyes, especially Zhao Xiaogu, whose eyes were filled with adoration and love.

This is my man! He's so handsome, so cool, so stylish! How can there be such a man in the world? He's so talented! I love him!

"Look at my lips, everyone! Holy crap! Is Xiao Chen about to ascend to heaven? He can write such a fitting poem just by taking a few steps."

"This time I actually understood without translation, but my knees were on my knees at the moment. Brother Chen is awesome."

"I'm getting more and more curious about how Xiao Chen's brain works. How can he write poetry so easily, and the poems he writes are so amazing?" "Stop talking, just watch the live stream on your knees. My knees already belong to Brother Xiao Chen."

After a brief moment of appreciating the food, everyone in the Mushroom House finally came to their senses and praised Chen Qing.

“Brother Chen, I understood the poem you wrote this time. It’s celebrating a good harvest! It seems like we have some here too.” Peng Peng expressed it most directly.

"What a wonderful poem! It's simple yet profound, and the imagery is beautiful and natural. Great! I never imagined you could write poetry, Xiao Chen. Amazing, truly amazing!" Ren Quan was very impressed with Chen Qing.

Previously, when he listened to Chen Qing sing, he simply thought that Chen Qing had excellent singing skills. Even when Teacher He said how amazing Chen Qing was, he still thought that Teacher He was exaggerating, because Chen Qing was too young.

However, after reading this poem, he put aside his initial contempt. This young Chen was truly exceptionally talented; even literary masters couldn't write such high-level poetry in a short time.

He had no doubt that Chen Qing had prepared the poem beforehand and was reciting it now. It was obvious that the poem described the scene that was happening today, right now. It was truly a poem that could be written in just a few steps!
"Brother Chen is amazing, so amazing! I never thought I would be able to hear you compose poetry live. I am so honored," IU exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm somewhat relieved that I've already taken the college entrance exam this year. I'm really afraid that next year, your poems will appear in the textbooks, and the college entrance exam will depend on the meaning of your poems and the poet's feelings when he wrote them." The younger sister felt very fortunate about this, and at the same time, she mourned for the students taking the college entrance exam later.

"Isn't this a great advantage for you, little sister? You can just ask Brother Chen directly! It's an easy question." Peng Peng said he couldn't understand his sister's thinking.

"Brother, you're oversimplifying things. If they're the same, that's fine, but if they're different, do you think the person who asked the question had a misunderstanding, or that Brother Chen's answer was flawed? Was my question correct or wrong?"

When asked by their younger sister, everyone, including Peng Peng, was taken aback. Indeed, the authors of the poems we are learning in textbooks now have all passed away. The poets' feelings when they wrote the poems are all interpreted by experts and professors, but who can guarantee that their interpretations are correct?

To paraphrase a popular internet saying—I never knew this poem could be interpreted this way.

Chen Qing is a living poet. If the meaning of the exam differs from his own, should the exam answer be based on the examiner's interpretation or on Chen Qing's own interpretation?

"Haha! This does seem to be a problem, especially since our viewers know the circumstances under which Xiao Chen wrote this poem. If it's different from the answer, should we write it according to the answer, or write the answer that the teacher thinks is wrong?" Teacher Huang said with a smile, finding the matter quite interesting.

"Probably not. We previously understood it was because those great poets had passed away and we couldn't ask them. Now that Xiao Chen is still around, the standard answer will naturally be written according to what Xiao Chen said, which is still very rigorous." Teacher He brought the focus back.

The two remained quite calm, after all, they had seen Chen Qing do some very unexpected things, and besides, this wasn't the first time they had seen Chen Qing write poetry. People become more adaptable when they are stimulated a lot.

"Good, good, very good. Seeing is believing. This poem is well written and wonderful." The old man clapped for Chen Qing as he spoke, and asked, "What is the name of this poem, young Chen?"

"Man Yuanyue: In the Mushroom House at Night"

Chen Qingtian shamelessly changed the title of Lao Xin's poem from his previous life, since the previous title did not fit the current situation.

(End of this chapter)