"Actually, for those of us who have read many, many works, identifying the author through articles is a basic skill."
Qiao Wenshu's eyes flickered from Gao Xiaowei's face to the others, then fell gently on Mu Qingyun's face, and said softly, "Words are almost like fingerprints in our eyes."
It was quiet inside and outside the multimedia classroom.
Gao Xiaowei's palms were covered in cold sweat, but his expression remained unchanged.
Qiao Wenshu sighed: "If people who steal other people's words don't be too lazy, read them carefully, read them carefully, and after reading them, change other people's words into your own words, and then write them out again, which may cause great confusion. sex."
"But if you don't even put in the effort and just change it to your own name, then who can you catch?"
Gao Xiaowei lowered his head and said nothing, but he instantly regretted it.
He was too eager.
In the library at that time, Teacher Hong Biao was shocked when he saw the notebook and mistakenly thought it was written by him. It would be better if he didn't act so anxiously.
He can definitely make an appointment to communicate at another time and be fully prepared.
It's no use thinking about this now.
At that time, I didn’t have time to correct it carefully, so I just took a picture to extract the text and sent it.
Thinking about it now, it was really a mistake.
Qiao Wenshu stared at him for a long time. Gao Xiaowei said nothing, frowned slightly, and pointed to the computer next to him.
"Okay, since this is your work, let's start the defense."
"Today we will do it online, Xiaoyan, you open the history research group's question bank, randomly select a set of questions from Song and Beixu, and ask Gao to do it."
As she spoke, Qiao Wenshu took out a total of sixteen notebooks given to her by Mu Qingyun from the book box beside her, and stacked them one by one in front of her eyes.
Naturally, it also included a copy of the volume that Gao Xiaowei had stolen.
Mu Qingyun does not have the habit of photocopying her notes, but Teacher Jia is a careful person and is used to preparing for rainy days. She has three sets of photocopies of her notebooks.
One set is still in the safe.
Gao Xiaowei's heart suddenly sank. He gently squeezed the small incense burner hanging on his wrist, as if he was holding the world. He closed his eyes, turned around and sat on the chair.
God will take care of him.
He must have done all the questions in the question bank he drew and knew the answers to them all.
Before his thoughts were extinguished, as soon as the question bank was opened, Gao Xiaowei suddenly stiffened.
Countless questions are like roadblocks.
A large amount of information flashed across the display screen, and he seemed to have difficulty even reading it.
In just a moment, cold sweat rolled down his face.
When Qiao Wenshu saw that the notebooks were neatly arranged, she forgot about Gao Xiaowei for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she started talking to Mu Qingyun.
When Mu Qingyun heard Qiao Wenshu talk about Mr. Dongpo from the Song Dynasty, he almost shed tears. He couldn't laugh or cry: "If you say Su Shi is pitiful, I don't quite agree. What's so pitiable about him?"
"Shenzong supported the New Deal, but he insisted on supporting the old law. After Shenzong passed away, Empress Dowager Gao re-employed him because he supported the old law. When he was good, he supported the new law again."
"In that case, if you seek benevolence and you get benevolence, what's the point of complaining about being exiled?"
Qiao Wenshu sighed.
Mu Qingyun also sighed: "Speaking of which, his younger brother Su Che is more pitiful. He has spent his whole life cleaning up his brother's mess. He is really a maniac about helping his brother."
….
"Our Bachelor of Su University has no money to buy a house, so he asks his younger brother for help. He has no money to build roads, so he asks his younger brother for help. His younger brother really dares to give it to him. It can be said that he spends all his family property to help his elder brother."
"It can be said that his younger brother is helping him support the family of Grand Scholar Su. He also has to ask his younger brother to reimburse him for all his own expenses."
"In that era, the good relationship between brothers was a good story. Now, Su Che is the best in the dating world, the kind of guy that girls don't dare to marry."
Qiao Wenshu smiled and agreed. He continued to flip through his notes, and continued to talk with Mu Qingyun with great interest about the things that had disappeared from history.
In the long river of history, the stories of the ancients.
Su Che composed twenty-nine poems in one year, twenty-five of which were written to his brother. The brotherly love moved heaven and earth.
The poems are indeed very well written.
I think back on how they have sorted out the remaining ancient books and information bit by bit over the years. Those poems and articles still leave a lasting impression on my lips and teeth after reading them.
Qiao Wenshu first learned with Mu Qingyun how great the famous poets of the Song Dynasty were.
This is simply an era of fighting between gods and gods. Many poems and articles are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and all of them are shining pearls in the history of literature.
Qiao Wenshu raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Are they great? They are great, but I also have a good girl here who can criticize them all with a pen!"
Several other teachers rolled their eyes and yelled, "Exaggeration!"
He Zhou held Mu Qingyun's new notebook for Grandma Qiao, and smiled while reading it: "If the information is true... what a Li Qingzhao, what a layman Yi An, but she is too unruly and extreme, too arrogant. point."
Everyone came over to take a closer look. It was recorded in Mu Qingyun's notes that when searching for ancient classics, he found an article "On Ci" written by Li Qingzhao, a poet from the Song Dynasty.
In her essay, Li Dacai sharply criticized many great poets in the Song Dynasty such as Su Shi, Liu Yong, Yan Shu, etc. She said that Liu Yong was too vulgar to be on the stage, that Qin Guan's poetry was empty and unrealistic, and that Li Yu's poetry was It is the sound of the subjugation of the country. If you talk about Su Shi, if you don’t follow the rhythm, the writing will not count as lyrics...
Professor Gao next to him smiled and said: "I have read it in general. Although most of it is unofficial history and miscellany, it should be true. The appearance of Jushi Yi An's "Ci Lun" will probably make the circle lively for a while."
There are only a few professors now, and they all have mixed reviews and criticisms, and each of them has something to say.
For a moment, several teachers seemed to be quarreling.
Mu Qingyun laughed and quickly comforted him: "Li Qingzhao's words are indeed thorny and somewhat straightforward. Compared with Li Tang's Ci in the Song Dynasty, it has entered a state of elegance. Li Qingzhao is proficient in music. She thinks Ci is musical. It must be able to be sung, which is contrary to Su Shi’s point of view.”
"Su Shi has always been chic and childish. If he could really meet Li Qingzhao, he would not mind Li Qingzhao's comments on his lyrics."
Therefore, please don’t feel sorry for the ancients.
Mu Qingyun and several teachers talked calmly.
The students outside the door listened to the whole thing, but they were reluctant to leave. They just thought that the teachers and this classmate were talking very interestingly, like a big show.
Gao Xiaoweikong sat on a cold chair, their laughter and voices entering his mind little by little.
There were only a few words written haphazardly on the computer screen, and the cursor flashed, as if it was the greatest mockery of him.
For a moment, he felt like there was no warmth in his body, and his ability to react seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and he didn't even have the strength to turn around and run away.
After talking for a long time, Qiao Wenshu looked at the time, looked up at Gao Xiaowei's answer on the big screen, was silent for a moment, and pressed her eyebrows: "Classmate Gao, do you still want to say that you wrote this article?"
Gao Xiaowei took a deep breath and said coldly: "Of course."
Qiao Wenshu and the others felt a little incredible.
Gao Xiaowei gritted his teeth and said, "This article is just my occasional knowledge. I am just a beginner in history."
Everyone: "..."
Mu Qingyun smiled suddenly, and there was no need for Teacher Qiao to ask her, and he generously explained the notebook she had lost.
She didn't memorize the whole text, she just refined the language, summarized it in a very orderly manner, and added some knowledge points that she hadn't had time to write down.
"This note is a summary of the key points and key points that I wrote down while studying history recently. It also contains supplements and guesses about knowledge points that are unclear in current historical research. It's just a family opinion."
After Mu Qingyun finished speaking, everyone in the house became silent.
These teachers are not fools, and the situation has been clear for a long time.
The Snow Emperor
Keep reading, looking forward to the exciting continuation!
