Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 20
Yu Dong was not surprised that Feng Ming was able to decipher the meaning of the poem so quickly. This very rough-looking physical education teacher is a person who really likes poetry.

It can be said that among the eight people present, except for Yu Dong, the other seven people are people who really like poetry, otherwise they would not be permanent members of the Poetry Reading Club.

He Yu, who had not spoken much, touched his chin and said, "I think the poet in the past life here should refer to Yu's own dream or subconscious. These trees represent friends who haven't seen for a long time. In fact, I am afraid that my friends have forgotten me."

Feng Ming nodded, "You mean it a bit like that. Teacher Yu, what do you think?"

Yu Dong spread out his hands, "I wrote it casually, I really didn't think much about it."

He Yu smiled, "It's better to keep some thoughts, isn't the meaning of poetry lies in the interpretation of different people?"

"I think He Yu is right, poetry is that different people have different experiences." Liu Changmin pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, "In fact, Teacher Yu's poem gives me a strong sense of time and space, and its purpose is It's very strong, and it seems that I want to finish one thing in a few words, but I still don't know what to say."

"Yeah, I feel that way too..." Liu Meiqin echoed.

Yu Dong looked at his old friends discussing his poems, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. In fact, this poem he wrote immediately when he saw them.

The trees in the poem are them.

As written in the poem, his old friends treat him as a stranger.

……

Yu Dong's poem is a small episode. After everyone discussed it, other teachers began to share the poems they were reading recently.

There are many poems that Yu Dong has never heard before.

In the eighties and 90s, a large number of excellent poetry works appeared, and it is impossible for Yu Dong to have heard all of them, but whether he has heard them or not, he will join their discussions.

After all, he graduated from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature. If nothing else, the theory of literature is naturally a set of sets. Various genres of poetry, creative history, literary techniques... Liu Changmin and the others were taken aback for a while.

Feng Ming couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "No wonder the poems are written so well. Teacher Yu is a professional."

In fact, Feng Ming's statement is still people's prejudice against Chinese students. In fact, literature majors do not train writers or poets, but more applied talents, such as language teachers and literary critics, or literary editors and news. reporter.

Writers can become writers, not only because of those things learned in school.

Of course, there are differences between different types of writers. Take novelists and poets as an example. The latter seems to be more closely related to literature-related majors.

When Yu Dong was in school, he could feel that his classmates could write some poetry or prose, but very few could write novels or even novels.

This is because the talents required for the two are different.

However, Yu Dong did not correct Feng Ming's words, because this was just a small talk, and there was no need to be so serious.

The poetry meeting ended at 05:30. Although it was time for dinner, no one suggested eating together. Their poetry reading meeting was like this. Every time they just read poems and did not have dinner together.

When everyone was about to leave, Liu Meiqin walked up to Yu Dong and asked, "Mr. Yu, can you write me a copy of your poems, I can't remember."

Yu Dong didn't think about it, nodded and said, "Of course you can."

Taking the pen and paper from Liu Meiqin's hand, Yu Dong copied "The Tree" and handed it to Liu Meiqin.

Liu Meiqin looked at the pen and paper in her hand, her eyes sparkling, "Mr. Yu, your handwriting is so beautiful."

Zhu Yu, who was next to her, burst out laughing, imitating Liu Meiqin's tone, "Mr. Yu's words are so beautiful."

Liu Meiqi's face turned red all of a sudden, and she patted Zhu Yu angrily, "Sister Yu, you are so annoying."

After she finished speaking, she ran away, Zhu Yu smiled and said to Yu Dong, "Mr. Yu is so talented, you must come to the poetry reading club often in the future, otherwise someone will be disappointed."

Yu Dong nodded, "Definitely."

"Okay, see you next time."

"Well, see you next time."

After several female teachers left, Feng Ming put a hand on the shoulder of the landlord Yu Dong, "Mr. Yu is fine, I captured Teacher Liu's heart as soon as I came here, tsk tsk."

Yu Dong glanced at Feng Ming, "I don't know about Mr. Liu, but I can see your eyes with Mr. Wu just now."

Feng Ming stopped talking for a while.

……

On Monday evening, Yu Dong was watching the students in his class practice phalanx when suddenly several girls walked over, and one of them shouted to Yu Dong, "Mr. Yu, your poems are so well written."

"Teacher Yu, you must write more poems in the future."

A few girls made a commotion and walked over, leaving behind Yu Dong who was confused, and the students in the arts and crafts class who were gossiping.

Qu Aigui came over, "Mr. Yu, what's the situation?"

"I do not know."

After listening to Yu Dong's words, Qu Aiguo ran to chase the girls just now, chatted a few words with them, and ran back.

"Fortunately, I can help you find out about Teacher Yu. They are students in the third grade of oil painting. I heard that Teacher Liu Meiqin in their class took your poems for them to paint the subject today, and now they all know that you wrote it. A very powerful poem." Qu Aiguo said excitedly.

Yu Dong's mouth couldn't help twitching.

What does it mean to be fortunate?Did I ask you to ask?Obviously you ran over by yourself.

And what the hell is the oil painting class?

I wrote a great poem?

That poem is just so...

There must be some misunderstanding here.

"Students, let me tell you a very exciting news. Our teacher Yu wrote a very powerful poem. Many students in the oil painting class drew pictures for this poem, all of them are very artistic!"

Yu Dong was thinking about the oil painting class, and Qu Aiguo had turned his head to announce the good news to the big guy.

Hearing this news, other students howled, causing students from other departments in the playground to look sideways.

Yu Dong hurriedly squeezed his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense about nothing, it's just a very ordinary poem."

"Look, our teacher Yu is not only talented, but also very humble." Qu Aiguo said with a drummer.

Yu Dong slapped his forehead fiercely, he really had eight lifetimes of blood and mold, and put on Qu Aiguo's group of scumbag students.

And Teacher Liu Meiqin, how did she tell the students to spread the matter like this?
(End of this chapter)