Author: Bucket of Pudding

When Chen Zeliang and Zhou Chengzhi took Ning Qing into Hall 201 of Wenyuan Building, the multi-functional hall of the teaching building of the School of Liberal Arts was full of people, and at first glance, they should be mostly professors and lecturers from the School of Liberal Arts. After all, the age among them was

The youngest should be thirty or forty years old.

On the screen in the multi-functional hall is the "Preface to Luozhou Pavilion" that was just taken out by the program in the car. Those who didn't know better might have thought that they were walking into a large-scale literary seminar.

Originally there were still discussions in the hall, but when Chen Zeliang and Zhou Chengzhi walked into the hall with Ning Qing, the whole classroom suddenly became quiet. However, most people's eyes did not fall on Chen Zeliang who was standing in the C position.

, but looking at Ning Qing.

Apparently, Dean Lu couldn't control his mood just now and relayed Chen Zeliang's words to everyone.

Just when everyone was stunned, an old professor with mostly gray hair had already come forward to greet him. However, the old professor ignored the two old academicians standing next to Ning Qing, and instead looked at Ning Qing and asked

: "This "Preface to Luozhou Pavilion" was really created by a program you created?"

This question is a bit awkward to ask, but I can understand it.

Ning Qingqing nodded confidently and replied: "Yes."

"Come on, come on, give us a demonstration, Xiao Xu, come over and help this kid connect the computer and cast the screen on our big screen. Let's also see how today's computer programs can create this kind of timeless masterpiece.

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"Well, Lao Lu, should we introduce everyone to the children first? And it's already noon, shouldn't we eat first?" Chen Zeliang couldn't help but say.

"There is plenty of time to eat. As for introductions...how to introduce them to so many people? No rush, no rush, let's demonstrate first."

Chen Zeliang looked at Ning Qing helplessly.

Ning Qing said considerately: "It's okay. It won't waste much time just to demonstrate. We can eat later."

Soon, Ning Qing discovered that his words were too hasty...

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The young professor who was responsible for helping Ning Qing pick up the notebook was very agile, and soon Ning Qing's notebook screen was projected onto the big screen. Ning Qing was also able to stand on the podium, with a group of professors and lecturers below. For ordinary students,

To be honest, this was definitely an extremely stressful scene. But for Ning Qing, it didn't bother her at all.

Already used to it.

After skillfully entering the desktop and opening the program interface, Ning Qing turned on the microphone in the multi-function hall and said, "So what do you want to see created by this program?"

Although he asked the question in front of everyone, Ning Qing naturally looked at Dean Lu who was sitting in the front row. Except for Chen Zeliang, he didn't know anyone below him, but this was the Wenyuan Building of Jinghan University.

, is also the teaching building of the School of Liberal Arts of Jinghan University. It naturally belongs to the dean of the School of Liberal Arts. The first work to be demonstrated naturally has to be decided by this big boss.

Sure enough, as soon as Ning Qing finished speaking, Dean Lu opened his mouth and asked: "Lao Chen just said on the phone that your program can not only write articles, but also poems and lyrics?"

Ning Qing nodded and replied cautiously: "Theoretically, yes, but although this is a program creation, I cannot guarantee the quality of the poems, articles and word cards."

There was no way, the first article of this broken program was to publish such outrageous articles as "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion". Ning Qing was really not sure that all the other poems could impress these big guys.

Of course, this is actually just Ning Qing's perspective. In fact, the poems, phrases and articles that he can recite thoroughly and write on the server are basically masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Every single one of them can impress the audience.

A famous article that these people are crazy about.

"Well, let's write a poem first. How about a five-character quatrain? Five characters can best show the skill of word choice."

"Okay, okay, do you have any more detailed requirements?" Ning Qing asked casually.

"Can I ask for more details?" Dean Lu asked in surprise.

"Well, for example, writing about people, scenes, or expressing some kind of emotion. In this way, the program can be more targeted when creating." Ning Qing said conservatively.

In front of this group of literary giants, he didn't dare to say that the more detailed the requirements, the more perfect the program would be. After all, God knows how detailed these people can make their requirements.

"In that case, let's write about a scene, right? Well... how about a winter scene?"

"Okay, the winter scenery is great! The spring scenery and autumn scenery are almost ruined."

"Not bad, not bad..."

Seeing that the group of people had reached a consensus, Ning Qing silently entered in the dialog box: "In March, please compose a five-character quatrain poem. The artistic conception of the poem requires describing the scenery in winter."

"Okay, Master, please wait a moment. I hope you are satisfied with the song "Jiang Xue"."

Then, the poem appeared in front of everyone, which took about two seconds.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, people have disappeared from thousands of paths, and a man with a coir raincoat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

When a poem comes out, everyone is silent.

This is a proposition poem in full view of everyone. The specific requirements were just mentioned by Dean Lu, so there is no possibility of fraud.

The poem given by the program not only fits the title, but is undoubtedly an eternal famous poem. In particular, "Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared" directly expresses the loneliness in the cold winter, plus the following

First, the scene of an old man fishing on the frozen river with his back against the mountains is vividly depicted.

Without profound literary skills, I really couldn't write this poem.

"Okay, okay, okay, what a line about fishing alone in the cold river snow, can you please keep the same and do another one? This time it will be a seven-character quatrain." It took a long time for Dean Lu's cheers to bring life back to the multi-purpose hall.

, the dean took advantage of the situation and put forward new requirements.

Ning Qing didn't say anything, but silently entered a sentence in the dialog box: "The song "Jiang Xue" just now was very good, but this time I want to change it to a seven-character ancient poem."

It was the familiar waiting in circles again, and after a while the poem was generated.

"This song "Song of White Snow" is given to the master for tasting."

"The sky in the south is rolling and the grass is falling, and snow is falling in the wild sky in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees are blooming."

…

"Huh...well written!" After a long time, there was another long sigh.

"Well, why don't you write a poem? To express the emotion of remembrance and commemoration..."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. I cannot think about it and cannot forget myself. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away. There is no place to talk about desolation. Even if I meet each other, I would not know each other. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost..."

"This word is good, the sentence is meaningful, and the wording is exquisite, but after all, it is too desolate. Let's write a poem that describes various lively festivals, and it would be better if it also has the kind of scenery and people..."

"The Sapphire Case - New Year's Eve."

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road. The sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, the dance of fish and dragons all night. The moths and golden wisps of snow willows, the fragrance of laughter fills the air.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."

"I haven't seen this word sign before?"

"Hmm... It should be newly created by the program."

"People have searched hundreds of times for him. This sentence is absolutely amazing! There are so many poems and articles, and each of them is a literary talent that can be included in textbooks!"

"No, you really dare to believe that this was created by a computer program?"

"I would rather believe that this was created by a program. If a person created so many ancient poems and articles, is he still a normal person?"

"There is another possibility that these famous works have never been published?"

"Hmm...do you think this is possible?"

"..."

All the professors in the multi-purpose hall were shocked to the point of numbness.

In just a short time, this program has created seven poems, five lyrics, and a classic...

Everyone no longer knew who to talk to for reason.

Ning Qing was already sweating in her head at this time.

What these professors thought was a short time had actually passed for more than two hours.

Before a poem was published, everyone had to comment a few words before moving on to the next one. The food he ate on the plane had already been almost digested. At this time, he had to face more than just hunger.

I already felt something was wrong.

Although there is still a lot of inventory on the server side, Ning Qing discovered a problem. They can't all be catchy famous articles. He should mix some messy limericks and limericks in the server.

Only when the quality of program creation is unstable can it be truly stable.

Otherwise, if he keeps maintaining this output, the little inventory in his mind will not be able to cope with such big scenes a few times. Not to mention that the professors in the liberal arts college in the audience are very serious...

Well, Ning Qing has decided that he will modify the program later. On today's occasion, he has also begun to think about quitting. These big guys who study literature are really different from the executives of West Chip. They can't wait for every word.

We must explore the various meanings in them, and we must take out the good parts of these poems and analyze them repeatedly.

Those discussions made him tremble with fear.

When he was on Earth before, he knew that these poems were very good and beautiful, but if he really wanted to appreciate them, he had to listen to them and study them.

Ning Qing decided to flip the table.

So when someone in the audience made another unreasonable request, Ning Qing closed the notebook directly, spread her hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm hungry. I'm very and very tired."

"No, why are you hungry? Isn't this all created by the program?" There was a complaint from somewhere in the audience.

"I just flew back to Jingzhou from Ruian, and I had a meal on the way. Why can't I be hungry?" Ning Qingqing replied confidently.

Ning Qing did not say that he came back by private plane, so the meal on the plane was actually very sumptuous, even richer and more delicious than many restaurants in Jingzhou. After all, the owner of the private jet was a daughter slave, and it happened that his
To be continued...