"Dear students, today I'm going to give you a poetry appreciation class and appreciate a poem that the teacher recently discovered!" Standing on the podium, Wang Run didn't have the blush he had in bed last night, but still remained the same. Maintaining her calm, fairy-like aura and appearance, she taught the students in the audience.
Compared to the indifference on stage, it was much more lively off stage. The classroom that could only accommodate one class of about 20 students was now filled with nearly 100 people.
Because in addition to the students who are taking classes, there are also a large number of students from other liberal arts colleges trying their best to squeeze in and observe. And these students are not ordinary people, they are all contracted authors.
There are even some contracted authors who have already entered the official ranks. In Jingqing City, they are absolute high-level combatants, but at this moment, they are all sitting down obediently as students.
Although a large part of the reason for this is that Wang Run's appearance is quite good, but more importantly, Wang Run's literary appreciation class is indeed very useful. Many contracted authors with official titles have taken her class. There has been progress since then, the writing has become much better, and the number of readers has also increased. These are real improvements, and naturally attracted the attention of many contracted authors, who tried their best to squeeze in and listen to the lectures.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the classroom because a man of about 30 years old walked in. When they saw this man, many people had surprised expressions on their faces, as if they did not expect this man to appear.
"You are..." Seeing the commotion in the classroom, Wang Run also looked at the man who suddenly appeared with some surprise.
"Teacher Wang, you don't need to care about my identity. I'm just an ordinary student here to listen to the lecture today!" The man said with a gentle smile, looking affable.
"So...who are you?" Wang Run asked in confusion, which made the man's expression suddenly awkward. He seemed not to have thought about the fact that Wang Run didn't know his identity, so he could only helplessly say, "Let's do it again." Three smiles.”
"Li Sanxiao, it's him!" Upon hearing this name, a contracted author in the audience exclaimed.
"Hey, please don't say the standard passerby background lines in my novels, okay?" Another author friend next to me complained helplessly.
"Ahem, okay, but I didn't expect this person to be Li Sanxiao, the author who wrote "The God of Madness"!" the classmate sighed.
"What, he is the author of God of Madness? He is a being who has achieved official status with one book and has achieved holy status with two books!"
"He hasn't become a saint yet, but he will soon. It is said that his "God of Madness" is about to enter the final peak chapter. The protagonist will attack the position of the main god, and all the opponents are plotting to kill him at this moment. When the climax of this plot breaks out, it will be the time for him to enter the holy title through impact!"
"Damn, if he really succeeds, then he will be the youngest person with a holy title in the past 50 years. He is only in his early thirties!" Everyone sighed. It turns out that this Li Sanxiao is extremely popular recently. The author of "The God of Madness" is a fierce man who will directly impact the holy title with one book.
"Hello!" When Wang Run heard Li Sanxiao's identity, his expression didn't change too much. After all, there had been saintly authors who came to listen to her classes, let alone Li Sanxiao, who had not yet entered the saintly title. .
"What I want to show you today is a poem called "Guan Cang Hai". Its author calls it a Yuefu poem. Let me read it to you first!" Wang Run projected Guan Cang Hai onto the electronic screen behind him. , while using an emotional voice, he read out the entire poem.
"
To the east is Jieshi to view the sea
How can the water be dull and the mountains and islands stand tall?
Thick trees and luxuriant grass
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising
The journey of the sun and the moon, if you go out of it
The stars are brilliant, if they come out of it
Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations
"
I have to admit that Wang Run's attainments in poetry are indeed extremely high. In addition, she has read through the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and knows Cao Cao's state of mind when he wrote this poem, so she has completely integrated into her when reciting it. own feelings.
At the same time, I believe many people have an experience, that is, when they see an ancient poem, they don't even know what the story behind the ancient poem is, and they even can't understand some of the uncommon allusions.
But when you read "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes", you can instinctively feel the sadness of the hero's premature death.
When I read "Asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", you can feel the helplessness of "there is no choice but to spring away".
When I read "When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky with wine", I can also feel the heroic spirit rising into the sky. This is the unique charm of ancient poetry. Anyone who can master Chinese proficiently can feel it through ancient poetry. An indescribable spiritual shock.
So when Wang Run read the poem "Viewing the Sea" to everyone in the classroom, even if they had never read The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, they couldn't even understand many of the words in it, such as what Jieshi is, and what is Changzhi? What the hell, but when the sun, moon and stars appeared together, the shock of seeing the entire starry sky leaping up from the sea still made everyone's hearts beat.
Wang Run has shared many classic poems with them before, but no poem has ever shocked them like this.
Then Wang Run began to analyze the meaning of each sentence for them one by one, explaining that this general led the army to the border of the sea, looking at the heroic feelings bursting out from the endless sea, and so on.
Wang Run's literary level is indeed extremely high. Her poem "Guan Cang Hai" touched the emotions of countless people at the scene, so that in the end, the air in the entire room seemed to be vibrating.
"Wenwen Mingtiao!" Many authors suddenly exclaimed. It turned out that the air in the room was really vibrating, and the reason was because the power of reading in the bodies of the current contracted authors began to resonate at the same time, and finally produced Wenwen The phenomenon of ringing.
"Isn't this a phenomenon that only happens when the contracted authors work together? Why did it happen in the classroom!" One author exclaimed.
"Unless this poem affects everyone's emotions at the same time, making everyone's emotions at the same point, thus vibrating everyone's ability to read the poem at the same time, thus triggering a cultural buzz!!" said one commentator. The knowledgeable old author said in a deep voice.
"Can a poem trigger a cultural buzz? This is nonsense!" Many authors find it unbelievable, but the reality is that such a rare situation as a cultural buzz actually happens.
One of the authors at the scene immediately stood up and began to report the matter to the senior management of the liberal arts college. Wang Run also felt that something was wrong with the situation, and immediately stopped the lecture, and then said, "Dear students, thank you very much for coming to listen to my last lecture. class."
"What?" The students had not yet reacted to the phenomenon of Wenwenming strips that had just happened, but they heard another shocking news.
"Teacher, what do you mean by this? What is the last class?" a student asked excitedly.
"That's what it means literally!" Wang Run said calmly, "The teacher has always told you that the teacher's biggest dream is to pursue the ultimate in poetry."
"The teacher once arrogantly believed that he had reached the ultimate point of poetry, and there was no way forward. But just a few days ago, the teacher understood his own shallowness, and at the same time he also understood where the true extreme of poetry is, and what he himself is. The way forward.”
"The teacher has submitted a resignation application to the school, so the next step is for the teacher to leave the classroom and go to a place where he can further study poetry, until the teacher can also write poems like Guancanghai!"
"Thank you, classmates, for your support and affirmation of the teacher these days, thank you!" Wang Run bowed deeply to all the students, and then left the classroom without looking back.
