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This class is on the history of Chinese literature, and the lecturer is a very famous old scholar, Mr. Zhou, who is a leader in the study of Chinese literature history.

Mr. Zhou was wearing an old-fashioned white mandarin jacket and holding a small cloth bag in his hand. He looked like those retired old men in the park.

In fact, the old man has already passed the age of retirement. If it weren't for the fact that Meishen has done a lot to the people of the country and has a good reputation, he would not come to be this professor.

Because it is his class, there are more people in the classroom than in the past.Not only are there no empty seats, but the number of people standing can also be compared with the number of people sitting.

The steps of the lecture theater were full of people, and there were also people standing behind them.But it was very quiet, no one spoke.

Mr. Zhou put the cloth bag on the podium, looked at the classroom, and said with a smile: "When I saw you, I saw the hope of the revitalization of the motherland, but when I saw you again, my high blood pressure was about to fall ill. There are too many people!"

Everyone laughed.Professor Zhou also said: "Now, except for a few schools here, I am afraid that it is rare to see such an exciting scene. For a teacher, the most proud thing is that his students They are all promising, and their classes can attract a large number of people to listen to them!"

He paused, and said with a smile: "Let's talk nonsense, let's get down to business, today is the second lesson of Chinese literature history, what should I talk about?...By the way, I haven't called names yet. However, seeing so many people , the name is still not named, there will be many students who have not been named, this is not fair... The history of Chinese literature is the history of Chinese literature. This is not nonsense. Countries with history and culture have their own literary history... …In fact, the history of literature is also the literature of history, they complement each other, and you can see each other’s figure from the inside of each other! From this point of view, the history of Chinese literature is actually a reproduction of Chinese history...”

Mr. Zhou quoted extensively from many sources, and his lectures were lively and interesting. There were laughter and applause in the classroom from time to time.But most of the time, the needle drop can be heard, and there is incomparable silence.

While Mr. Zhou was giving lectures, he also asked some interesting questions.The teacher-student interaction, the classroom atmosphere is very warm.

"...So, speaking of this, I want to ask you a question, what is the best poem in the Book of Songs?"

After Mr. Zhou asked the question, he looked at it, suddenly pointed to the back and said: "The student on the left of the handsome student in white clothes, yes, it is you, you can answer this question."

Pang Dahai stood up and said, "Professor, I think that the best poem in the Book of Songs is the one of 'Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, a fair lady, a gentleman is a good man'", which is a perfect expression The pursuit of love by young men and women is very pure, very beautiful, not mixed with interests, and does not involve status. Now this kind of love is becoming less and less.Fortunately, we still have a beauty god, otherwise, good men can only find good women in their dreams... Well, I'm done. "

Everyone laughed, feeling that Pang Hai's answer to this question was a bit messy.But thinking about it again, he was telling the truth. This answer is really hard to comment on.

Mr. Zhou didn't say anything, just smiled.He called another girl.The girl said: "Shangxie!

I want to know each other with you, so that my life will never decline.There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder in winter shakes, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to you! ... This Shangxie, I think, is the best one in the Book of Songs. In today's world, there are too many temptations and too little true love. There are almost no such sincere loves that move the world.However, we should have a heart to pursue this kind of love instead of chasing those flashy things... By extension, we now lack the soul to pursue truth, goodness and beauty, just like what Mr. Wujiacun said, people are chasing after the end , Abandoned some of the most precious things for some of the least valuable and meaningful things!If things go on like this, the world will become shrouded in gray and black skies, and the blue sky and white clouds will become an eternal past, a lost paradise... We should wake up.Wake up, it should start with us! "

There was silence in the classroom for a while, and then, driven by Mr. Zhou's applause, there was an overwhelming sound.The girl sat down, but for some reason, her eyes were filled with tears.

Huang Xiangyun and the others all knew this girl, and not only did they know each other.She is their deputy, Shi Qingrui!This is surprising.

Mr. Zhou pointed in the direction of Huang Xiangyun and said, "That handsome guy in white, tell me about this."

Huang Xiangyun stood up helplessly, feeling that it was awkward to call someone a handsome guy.It was even more awkward to see everyone staring at him with a smile.

He coughed, cleared his throat and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's Guanju or evil spirits. It's still the Tao Zhiyaoyao of 'the peach blossoms, the burning flowers'; Those who ask me what I want''s Mili; "Death and life are broad, and I will talk to you. Hold my hand, and I will grow old with you." The drums; Heart!' The green clothes. Or the Xiangshu of "People have no manners, what is immortality?"; ''Shuo Ren;''Throw me a peach and give it to Qiongyao.'' Papaya;'I don't see you in a day, like three autumns!' Picking Ge;'People talk a lot, but you can be afraid.' Jiang Zhongzi Or the wind and rain of "I see a gentleman, I don't like the cloud and Hu."; "Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely." ;"Is there no clothes? I'm in the same robe as my son. I'll build my armor and walk with my son!"'s Wuyi; "Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade." Xiao Min from "Mountains look up to the sky, scenery travels to the sky." Che Xia, etc., in everyone's heart, they have their own poems that they consider the most exciting."

Having said so much, Huang Xiangyun paused and said again: "Lu Xun, a great writer and fighter, said, 'You love your tequila, I love my Chinese cabbage'; Confucius said, 'My Confucianism, my Chinese cabbage'; Laozi said, "The one I escaped, my way"; Zhuangzi said, "My Xiaoyao, my Beiming"; Mozi said, "My great love, my small hole"; Han Feizi said "My law, my tongue"; Sun Tzu said "my soldier, my law"; Sun Bin said "my 36 tricks, my Galaha"... Osterloh, who is physically disabled and strong Vsky said 'everyone's steel, everyone's hammer'; Tagore said 'my bird, my gardener'; Goethe said 'my Werther, my trouble'; Turgenev said' My hunter, my notes'; Van Gogh said 'my solitude, my ear, my swirl, my golden color'; Gorky said 'my university, my petrel'; Lev Thors Tai said "My Anna, my Karenina"; finally, Shakespeare also said "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people"... Everyone has their own different viewpoints and perspectives in their eyes. So , there is no best in the world, only the most suitable and favorite! I choose the most suitable for me, I love what I love most, and this is my answer!"