The audience in the live broadcast room also knew that since the people from the Poetry Association appeared.
So, there must be poetry again.
After all, the subtitle of this season’s show is: Poetry Season.
The audience is quite looking forward to this.
Many people have already started talking about what kind of poetry Zhang Huan can write this time.
Will there be students waiting for them on the top of Mount Laoshan?
When the poetry club comes to an end, will it turn into a music club?
The song "Chasing Dreams" is still on the hot list, and the audience is still very excited when they think about the situation at that time.
Of course, I want to see such a scene again.
However, it is a pity that since Zhang Huan and others raised their opinions, the program team has changed its strategy.
I no longer tormented people in such a big way, but started another attempt.
Just as Zhang Huan was thinking at this time, even if he wanted to promote poetry, it might not have to be so grand or so deliberate.
Maybe just like the ancient poets, if you go sightseeing with a few close friends and then recite poems for fun, the effect will be very good?
It was something that everyone in the audience could guess, but the people from the program team and the Poetry Association were not pretending.
Instead, he got to the point directly.
"Zhang Huan, in the Taiqing Palace above Mount Laoshan, there is a Taoist priest who is also a member of our Poetry Association."
"Although he is from outside the country, his poetry skills are much better than those of us."
"This time, we can stop by and visit him."
Taoist priest? Or a Taoist priest who can write poetry?
This is possible, and Zhang Huan is very interested in it.
He has a good impression of Taoist priests, has read many novels and movies, and admires Taoist priests' mysterious magic techniques and so on.
He nodded repeatedly and said, "That's a good feeling."
Brother Zhangyu had an incredulous expression after hearing this, "Taoist priests can also write poems?"
This question is asked at a very low level.
Throughout the ages, many monks and Taoists have been able to write poems.
There are even many monks and Taoists who are converted by highly educated people.
As for the Taoist priests joining the Poetry Association, that is not surprising, it is not worth making a fuss about.
The president didn't look down on him because he asked such a stupid question. He just laughed and said, "Of course."
"When you get there, you will know that he is a real expert."
Upon hearing that he was an expert, Xiao Sa also became interested, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."
There are many scenic spots on Laoshan Mountain, but it was still early and the mountains and forests were still shrouded in mist.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, bathing in the morning light and breathing in the fresh air, Bingbing and Guan Gege walked excitedly to the front.
After climbing halfway up the mountain, I heard Guan Gege shouting excitedly, "Look, there's a little deer."
The group of people came over excitedly and saw three or two frightened deer disappearing into the forest.
The deer was no longer visible, but a faint barking of dogs was heard.
Zhang Huan was also quite surprised, "Shandong is such a big province and Qindao is also very modern. Are there actually wild deer?"
The two newly acquainted teachers shook their heads, "It's hard to say whether it's wild or not."
"Although there have been reports of wild deer appearing on Laoshan Mountain, they have never been confirmed."
"The main reason is that there is a deer farm on Laoshan Mountain, so they may just have escaped from the deer farm."
No one cares whether it is wild or not.
Guan Gege was overjoyed and still as happy as ever, "Whether they are wild or domesticated, they are all equally cute."
The two teachers agreed with this, nodded and said with a smile: "That's true."
They are all natives of Qindao, and as soon as the conversation started, they naturally acted as guides.
"This is the Longtan Waterfall among the twelve scenic spots in Laoshan. This waterfall flowing down the river is called Longtan Waterfall, also called Yulong Waterfall..."
"There is a mountain spring in the bamboo forest in front. The spring water here is refreshing and quiet. It is the Wei Bamboo Ming Spring among the twelve sceneries."
The two poets are indeed locals and are very familiar with every scene and thing in Laoshan.
Although they are not professional guides, they are more professional than guides.
It not only explains each scenic spot, but also explains which poet from which era left what kind of poems where.
Wait, these are all explained in great detail.
This is in line with the theme of poetry, and along with the beautiful scenery, it teaches a lesson to all viewers.
Just chatting and playing all the way, after spending most of the day, we finally arrived at Taiqing Palace.
But unfortunately, the Taoist priest the president mentioned is not here.
"I specifically went to inquire about it, and they said that the master had gone to practice."
"As for where he went, no one knows."
After the president told the news he had learned, Zhang Huan did not feel strange, but felt that this was a true master.
The worldly masters in novels are all like this, traveling around the world, like dragons that never see their end.
If you want to meet him, it all depends on fate.
He sighed: "It seems that we are not destined, but we should have the opportunity to meet again in the future."
I haven’t met the Taoist priest, but I still have to write poems.
The group of people strolled around the Taiqing Palace, and Xiao Sa went about their work.
"Teachers, we have already played a lot about Laoshan. How is it? Do you have any inspiration?"
The president did his job and said, "Let me make a fool of myself and make a fool of myself."
Seriously speaking, the president did not bring any surprises to everyone this time.
His poem can only be considered mediocre, and after such a long time of polishing, it gives people the feeling of being very craftsmanship.
But there is no need to be so serious at all, and there is no need to review the review over and over again at this time.
Including the other two, they also knew that their writing was not satisfactory.
As people who are good at poetry, they look forward to Zhang Huan's poetry more than reciting their own works.
In the end, they all set their eyes on Zhang Huan with expectation.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, it's your turn to teach me."
Zhang Huan looked at Brother Zhangyu, "How about you come first?"
Brother Zhangyu didn't know anything about poetry or anything like that, so he couldn't get a word in and didn't want to show that he didn't understand anything.
This whole time, he was acting aloof.
As a result, Zhang Huan unexpectedly brought the topic to him, causing him to freeze immediately.
Zhang Huan then said: "Don't be polite to us, just compose a song for everyone to see."
"You can also do limericks. It's all for happiness anyway."
This guy just wants to embarrass me.
Brother Zhangyu took a deep breath and forced an ugly smile, "No need, I really don't know how to do this."
It was surprising that he could take the initiative to admit that he didn't know how to do it, which was equivalent to admitting that he was inferior to Zhang Huan.
Seeing that Brother Zhangyu's face was turning green, Xiao Sa quickly came out to smooth things over again.
"Zhang Huan, your literary talent is the best. Everyone is waiting to see your performance. Hurry up."
Zhang Huan no longer wanted to take revenge on his brother-in-law.
"Aren't you already prepared paper and pen? Then I'll just write it down."
He rolled up his sleeves and picked up his pen, and everyone involuntarily moved closer, including the photographer's lens.
Then I saw him dancing like a dragon and phoenix, swiping his pen and writing -
Amidst the barking of dogs and the sound of water, peach blossoms are thick with dew.
Deer are seen when the trees are deep, and no bells are heard in the stream at noon.
The wild bamboos are divided into green mist, and the flying springs are hung with green peaks.
No one knows where to go, and I lean on two or three pine trees in sorrow.
