Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 219 Just ask you if you agree
Professor Zhang sat down with a snort, and Bai Feng continued to speak.

"In ancient times, many poets liked to use objects in their lives to express their nostalgia. For example, Li Bai's 'I still pity the water of my hometown, and I will send a boat for thousands of miles'! He just used personification and exaggerated rhetorical techniques. He went out by boat, but said his hometown The water is not willing to part with him, so he comes to see him off, and once sent thousands of miles away, he is actually borrowing things to write about people, describing his longing and nostalgia for his hometown.

Another example is He Zhizhang's "The Puppet Book of Returning Home", the young and old left home and the eldest returned home, but the local accent has not changed and the hair on the sideburns has declined.When the children meet each other and do not know each other, they laugh and ask the customers where they come from!In just 28 words, it gave us a strong sense of nostalgia for a wanderer returning home. "

"This is a nostalgic poem about a long-time guest in a foreign land and remembering his hometown. It was written when he first arrived, expressing the feelings of a long-term guest mourning his old age. In the first and second sentences, the poet is in a familiar and unfamiliar environment in his hometown. Traveling all the way, I feel quite uneasy: when I left home, I was in the prime of life; when I return today, my temples are sparse, and I can't help but feel sorry for it.

The first sentence uses the self-alignment of "young and small away from home" and "the boss returns", summarizing the fact that he has been away from home for decades, implying the feeling of self-injury to the "boss".The second sentence carries on the previous sentence with "the decline of the mane" and specifically writes his "boss" attitude, and uses the same "local accent" to set off the changed "mane", and the words say "I will not forget my hometown" , Do you still recognize me in my hometown", which paves the way for arousing the next two sentences of children who do not know each other and ask questions.

Three or four sentences change from a self-portrait full of emotion to a dramatic scene of children laughing and asking.

"Laughing and asking where the guest came from", for children, this is just a light question, and the words are exhausted; for poets, it has become a heavy blow, evoking his endless emotion.

My own old age and decadence and the sadness of turning against the host and being the guest are all contained in this seemingly plain question.The whole poem ends quietly at this place where there are questions but no answers, but the overtones sound like empty valleys, full of sadness and endless for a long time.

As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are still mediocre, but three or four sentences seem to turn around, with a special realm.The beauty of the last two sentences is that the powder is applied on the back without any trace: although it is written about sadness, it is expressed through happy scenes;

And the scenes of children's questioning written are very full of life interest. Even if readers are not infected by the poet Jiuke's sorrow for the old, they cannot but be moved by this interesting life scene. "

After Bai Feng analyzed the poem, he couldn't help showing a wry smile again, and the bottom was buzzing, good guy, the three No. 40 professors have already raised their hands, some of them are very emotional, and some of them seem to be stuffing their mouths quickly. with pills.

"Uh... so many professors raised their hands, who will speak first?"

Bai Feng asked in embarrassment, and an old man who looked like the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun stood up.

"Let me tell you first, in fact, we all have the same problem, that is, we didn't hear the ancient poetry appreciation you did, and we haven't heard the poem you read before. You didn't make it up yourself, did you? Although this poem is very well written, we must listen to the ancient poems handed down by the ancients!"

Although the others didn't speak, they all nodded their heads, and Bai Feng grinned.Shaking his head, he retorted.

"Hehe, this professor, to tell you the truth, it's not that I don't want to talk about the poems handed down by the ancients, it's just...it's just that the poems handed down by the ancients are too bad, so rotten..."

"You...you are rebellious! Dare to say that the ancients wrote it badly!"

"Simply outspoken!"

"Too arrogant, too arrogant!"

"It's really crazier than us!"

……

Bai Feng's words directly aroused the anger of all the professors. A senior, who was so angry that he was like a sieve, was about to be pulled to 120!

Bai Feng quickly argued.

"Professors, professors calm down, listen to me, I said that the ancient poems handed down by the ancients are too bad, in fact, this sentence is not finished, listen to my explanation."

"Okay, let's listen to your explanation. If we can't explain it, we will jointly sue you. You are insulting the essence of our Chinese literature!"

Bai Feng was stunned and nodded.

"Professors, you may all know that every dynasty has produced many literati and poets, and these people have many ancient poems and dictions handed down, but it is undeniable that in such a long historical development, these people's lost names There are more articles. You think it is good now, just because so many have been handed down, there is no comparison at all, am I wrong about this truth?"

Although they didn't want to admit it, everyone still nodded unwillingly.Bai Feng continued.

"The reason why I say that the ones that have been handed down are all bad is because I think there are better ones. Take the nostalgia as an example. The song I just recited, the old man returned from home when he was young, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet each other and don’t know each other, ask the guest where he came from with a smile! The last sentence asks the guest where he came from with a smile. For wanderers returning home, it is a [-]-point crit. If you think what I said is inappropriate, Then please list any nostalgia-like poems that can compare to this poem!"

Silence, needle-like silence!

All the professors in the audience were stunned, and they quickly started brainstorming in their heads. Unfortunately, after 5 minutes, no one came up with something comparable to this poem.

But it would be too embarrassing to admit defeat. There are more than 50 Chinese professors at Peking University, and they collectively lose to a little fat girl here?
Then, some people began to play rogues, and an older professor stood up tremblingly.

"Cough cough cough...Although this ancient poem of yours is very rhythmic and nostalgic and pathetic, it is not passed down from the ancients, so it cannot be considered an ancient poem. This..."

"Hehe, professor, I don't agree with your point of view. I know what you mean. Do you want to say that because it was not written by any famous person in ancient times, it is not as good as other ancient poems? Or is it that all poems written by modern people are Modern poetry?"

"You...how can you misinterpret my meaning, I mean...ahem...Actually, I think this poem is okay..."

The old professor coughed and sat down again with his face flushed, and Bai Feng continued to speak with a smile.

"Since everyone has opinions on this poem, then I will write another poem expressing nostalgia. The title is Thinking at a Quiet Night! The moonlight in front of the bed seems to be frost on the ground. Look up at the moon and think of my hometown! This poem is written in the silent I miss my hometown on a moonlit night.

The first two sentences of the poem are about the illusion that the poet had in an instant in the specific environment of being a guest in a foreign country.A person who is alone in a foreign country, busy during the day, can still dilute the sorrow of parting, but when the night is quiet, waves of missing his hometown will inevitably appear in his heart.

Not to mention a moonlit night, let alone a frosty autumn night.

The word "doubt" in "Suspect is frost on the ground" vividly expresses the poet's first awakening from sleep, misty and trance, mistaking the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed as thick frost on the ground.

The word "Shuang" is used even better, which not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also expresses the coldness of the season, and also expresses the poet's loneliness and desolation in a foreign country.

The last two sentences of the poem deepen the nostalgia through the depiction of actions and demeanor. The word "Wang" echoes the word "Suspect" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has turned from obscurity to sobriety. He looked up at the moon and couldn't help thinking that his hometown is also under the light of this bright moon at this moment.

So it naturally leads to the conclusion of "bow your head and think about your hometown". The action of "lowering the head" depicts that the poet is completely in contemplation.And the word "thinking" leaves readers with rich imaginations: the fathers, brothers, relatives and friends in that hometown, the mountains and rivers, plants and trees in that hometown, the lost years and past events...all of them are missed.The content contained in the word "thinking" is too rich. "

"What do you professors think of this poem expressing nostalgia?"

Silence, everyone was stunned again...

Although they don't want to admit it, all the professors in the Chinese Department have a very similar concept in their hearts!

That is fierce!Very fierce!It's so fucking fierce!

If Baifeng said that these were poems scattered among the people by a certain ancient writer, then they would definitely not doubt them, and they would worship them collectively, and then they would pull out that writer and commend them...

Do you really want to admit that modern people write better poems than ancient people?This made them feel funny again, they didn't know what was wrong, the alarm clock on the podium made a faint beeping sound, and it was 10 minutes...

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and if they continued to listen, they were afraid they would not be able to control their screams. It's okay now, it's a show of hands anyway, let's go with the flow...

Wu Jian scratched his scalp and sat in the first row, raised his hand impatiently and shouted.

"Okay, it's almost 12 o'clock, everyone hurry up and vote quickly, more than half of the people will raise their hands and stay..."

The fifth sword, who has no scheming and is almost heartless, has no idea that he has become a target for everyone to wait and see. He raised his hand, and everyone else followed suit...

Just like that, Bai Feng was unanimously approved, and Wu Jian coughed.

"That's fine. In the afternoon, you go to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the entry procedures. The course of ancient poetry appreciation is a big course. You can teach it carefully and try it out for a month. If the retention rate of students reaches more than half, the school will consider continuing it." of……"

Without waiting for Bai Feng to say thank you, Fifth Sword actually took out a red transparent bag from the table pocket, which contained a blue foreign porcelain bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and put it in the crunchy nest, as if fleeing just ran away...

She was still surprised, but it turned out that the other professors were similar, and ran all the way with the bowls and chopsticks. After a while, he was left alone in the classroom.

She followed to the university cafeteria and was immediately dumbfounded...

Even though the cafeteria was bigger than a football field, it was still packed with students. Not to mention whether they could eat, even if they could, she estimated that it would take 2 hours.

Secretly asking why there are so many people in the cafeteria of Peking University, is it possible that there are no other cafeterias?

(End of this chapter)