Professor Zhuang lowered his head and pondered.
Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.
It's obviously a warm image when you read the text, but why does it make you feel so sad when you listen to this voice?
Professor Zhuang bowed his head in silence, and the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became solemn.
The students also seemed to realize that this poem was not as warm and bright as they thought?
Lin Su had just woken up from the atmosphere in the poem and found that the scene was completely silent.
Or bow in thought.
Or watch her think.
Or maybe staring at Professor Zhuang.
Lin Su sat down and began to recall this poem in his mind.
This poem is really not that simple and bright. Everyone said that "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is the clearest and warmest poem among Haizi's poems.
Indeed, compared to the rest of the poem, there are many hopeful words in this poem...
However, the story behind this poem and the time of its creation are particularly clever.
This poem was written more than two months before Haizi committed suicide by lying on the train.
The creative opportunity may also contain elements of "love poetry", and the "sea" may also have a specific reference.
For some time before his death, Haizi maintained friendly correspondence with his first girlfriend, whom he had broken up with.
"The sea" may be related to my first girlfriend on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.
The poem brings warmth to everyone, but in the warm spring, there is a hidden message of winter - a kind of faintly painful danger and sadness.
Everything starts from tomorrow, and where will the poet be tomorrow?
He blessed every stranger but took away only himself.
In the end, happiness in the world has nothing to do with Haizi. "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming" is just a gift before the poet leaves. "
The warmth left to the world has nothing to do with him.
While everyone was still silent, Lin Su took out a piece of A4 paper from his bag and wrote down the complete poem.
The signature is Haizi.
In the classroom of Nuo University, it seemed that the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of Lin Su's writing, and the silence was a bit scary.
Lin Su raised her eyes and met Professor Zhuang's deep gaze.
Professor Zhuang looked at Lin Su, paused for a long time, and then said, "This poem seems so warm, pure and bright, but why is your voice so sad?"
Lin Su was thinking, and Professor Zhuang asked sincerely.
At first glance, this poem is a sincere wish for people in a simple and cheerful way.
very warm.
but……
After thinking about it, Lin Su said, "Facing the sea, the warmth of spring and the blooming flowers are indeed in my impression. It can be regarded as a warm poem, but it can also be interpreted as another meaning."
"This poem is divided into three sections. The verb in the first section is action, the verb in the second section is tell, and the verb in the third section is blessing. The beginnings of the three sections are imperative sentences, which are a combination of desire and action. But at the end of the poem, there is only a wish: facing the sea, spring flowers blooming."
"This poem always emphasizes starting from tomorrow, "Starting from tomorrow, be a happy person." This poem hides the denial of today.
Tomorrow I want to be a happy person, but today I am not happy.
Moreover, tomorrow is a tomorrow in time, a tomorrow that will never come. There is no telling who will come sooner, tomorrow or the accident. "
Lin Su said slowly.
There are many interpretations of this poem. For example, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, which is a narration of time, but the poet uses seasons to describe a house, which solidifies time in space and makes time spatial.
for example……
Just as Lin Su finished speaking, there was crazy applause in the classroom.
It was Professor Zhuang sitting in front who led the students to applaud crazily, a little obsessed.
Suddenly he smiled bitterly, "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Absolute, absolutely amazing."
"This poem is wonderful."
"Since we are talking about modern poetry in this class, this poem can be considered a modern poem, and it happens to be spring."
"How about we ask this classmate to talk about this poem in detail?"
"By the way, what do you call this classmate?"
"Haizi." Lin Su gave his pen name after hesitation.
Anyway...no one stipulates that a writer is not allowed to have many pen names! !
Lin Su smiled and shook his head, "There are also poems, which are fantasy-like. If we explain it directly, there will be no point in studying this poem."
Professor Zhuang on the podium suddenly laughed.
"In that case, I will make a fool of myself as the original author."
"Let me tell you what I know about this poem."
Before Lin Su could speak, Professor Zhuang in front straightened his expression and looked serious.
"If you don't explain this poem clearly, I'm afraid you won't be able to understand why some people can get full marks at the end of the semester!!"
As soon as Professor Zhuang finished speaking, there were bursts of gasping sounds in the classroom.
This is……
Among Professor Zhuang's students, is he the first student to get perfect marks at the end of the semester without taking any exams?
"Damn it! This guy is so awesome!"
"No, in this class, Professor Zhuang originally wanted to talk about the most famous love poem "You" written by the most famous love saint in the past century. The interpretation of this poem has also become a feature of Professor Zhuang's class. Many people come here because of his reputation, and many people who do not belong to this class have already appeared in this class, so this time, no one is called during the class. Professor Zhuang is confident in this class, and now he directly changes the class?"
"I'll go, is it true or not?"
"Didn't you see that there are a lot of new faces in this class?"
"Is this poem really awesome?"
"..."
There was a burst of noise at the scene, and Lin Su only heard that sentence without specifying it.
"Wait? You said no names will be called in this class?"
Oh no.
Lin Su only felt that his head was buzzing.
In this class, no names will be called! !
loss.
Lin Su couldn't help but hold his forehead. His head felt a little heavy and his neck could no longer support it.
The CPU is almost burned out, and I don’t even understand why...
Not naming names? !
The teacher on the podium is still explaining.
"The above are my first feelings when I heard this poem, warm and beautiful. After I listened to classmate Haizi's interpretation, I had new ideas.
It is true that happiness starting from tomorrow and all kinds of wishes for a bright future for others, but in the end, it turns into just wishing to face the sea and have spring flowers blooming. This... is so simple.
The "only wish" from tomorrow is an affirmation of reality, but at the same time it implies a denial of tomorrow.
If today's unhappiness is regrettable, then the denial of tomorrow is the real tragedy.
The happiness that begins tomorrow should be a beam of light that illuminates today, passing like lightning in poetry. It cannot warm the world, nor can it warm strangers, nor can it illuminate my already dim journey. "
"So, when I first heard it, it was a very warm poem, but I could feel the depression and silence in it..."
Professor Zhuang on the podium is still outputting.
"This is a way of writing poetry. You must remember it. Of course, this classmate Haizi is an exception."
"This classmate Haizi is an exception..."
It seems to have been engraved in every sentence of Professor Zhuang.
First update today~
Ahhhh! Suddenly I found that the perfect attendance system seemed to have changed again, which was annoying to me. There seemed to be no rewards in the future.
I think the Buddhist system has been updated. There are 4,000 updates per day, and I still owe an extra update.
