"Brother Xu, can my illness really be cured?" the little girl asked, with some eagerness, with some weakness, with expectation and worry, like a little white flower that was invaded by wind and rain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the first time Xu Guangling has heard the little girl speak since they met, and he has always been like a little mute before, of course, it may be more appropriate to say that he is a wooden person.

And now, the eyes of the wooden man are obviously vivid.

This is actually very normal, no matter how much the heart is like ashes, in the end it is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and once you see hope, all the hearts are like ashes, just like the winter field, blown by the spring breeze, all of a sudden, there is vitality and greenery everywhere from it.

Xu Guangling's heart became heavier and heavier.

Faith was given to the little girl, but he himself did not have faith.

Xu Guangling firmly believes that "heart" or "faith" can influence, change and decide many things, but there must also be a premise, that is, there are material conditions as an auxiliary and support. In other words, it is in the material soil that the spiritual flowers can bloom.

If you leave this material soil, all the flowers will fail, and the grass will wither.

There will be no exceptions!

And now the actual situation is that there is indeed a problem with the "material soil" of the little girl, and it is a big problem.

Therefore, Xu Guangling's heart was worried.

It's just that this point is naturally impossible to show.

"Xiao Zhou, do you know where your illness and the root of your illness are?" Xu Guangling asked with a relaxed and smiling face.

"Brother Xu, my name is Zhou Qingzhu. The little girl introduced herself first, and then said: "Brother Xu, my heart is not very good, and I almost failed to pass the physical examination in the high school entrance examination before." ”

"Taniguchi spring remnants yellow birds are scarce, Xinyi flowers are full of apricot blossoms. Under the window of the bamboo mountain, I will not change the yin and wait for me to return. Green bamboo, a very good name. Xu Guangling said with a smile.

In fact, Xu Guangling didn't think this name was good at all, the little girl was as thin as a scarecrow, so she may not have a relationship with this name. -- As the most commonly used personal identification and symbol, names undoubtedly have a powerful influence on people's psychology and have an inducing effect.

Since ancient times, Huaxia has attached great importance to naming children, of course, in ancient times, in addition to names and words, these are not completely without cause.

Xu Guangling just said this casually.

Unexpectedly, the little girl heard this, but she was extremely surprised, and her eyes were much brighter than before: "Brother Xu, you also know this poem, this is my favorite one!"

Xu Guangling was slightly surprised.

This is not a poem that primary and secondary school students will be exposed to in and out of the classroom, and it is not very popular.

But when you think that the little girl's name is related to bamboo, it can be understood.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Qing, hmm, Xiao Zhu," Xu Guangling chuckled, "Xiao Zhu, do you like poetry?"

"Hmm!" the little girl nodded vigorously, "but this is my favorite." ”

"Xin Yi flowers are all apricot blossoms. Xu Guangling recited a sentence from the poem just now, and then said, "Xiaozhu, have you ever seen Xin Yihua?"

"I've seen pictures on the Internet, but I've never seen them in reality. The little girl said a little embarrassed.

"What kind of flowers have you seen in reality? Xu Guangling asked.

"Well...... the little girl pondered, pouting slightly, but she looked very cute, "Mast flower, Brother Xu, I've seen gardenias!"

Gardenia blooms, the name of a song.

Xu Guangling moved slightly, and the entire lyrics and score of this song were directly presented in his mind, but the next moment, this image dispersed and was replaced by two classical poems related to gardenias, and then, he slowly recited one of them:

"There are one or two chickens crowing in the rain, and the road and bridge in Zhuxi Village are slanted. The woman and aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms, and the gardenia in the atrium was idle. ”

"This is the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian's "Rain Over the Mountain Village", Xiaozhu, have you read it?"

The little girl shook her head slightly in frustration.

Xu Guangling smiled, "You are still a student, you often wear the stars in the morning and the student dog in the evening, so you don't have much free time, so it's normal that you haven't read it." ”

may have been emotionally triggered by the word student dog, the little girl snorted, and then frowned again and said, "Brother Xu, what you said is too ugly." ”

Xu Guangling smiled: "It doesn't matter if you haven't read this poem, according to this poem, can you think of another poem, such as this sentence 'Zhuxi Village Road Banqiao Slope'......"

"Bamboo stone, Zheng Banqiao, Zheng Banqiao's bamboo stone!"

Before Xu Guangling could finish this sentence, the little girl rushed to say this.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. Xu Guangling recited, and then said: "Well, yes, another poem of Yongzhu." So, Xiaozhu, based on this poem, can you think of another related poem?"

This time, the little girl thought about it for a minute, but she didn't come up with it.

In fact, if we don't look at the name of this poem, we can easily mistake it for writing about pine trees, and even if we know that it is written about bamboo, it is still very appropriate to use it to describe pine trees, and it is not inconsistent at all. Isn't that what the pine trees on the mountains look like?"

So we can use the 'loose' in the first sentence 'insist on the green mountains not relaxing' as a word to guide the relevant poems. ”

Xu Guangling paused slightly, and then said: "In ancient poems, there are two very good poems about pine trees, one is about small pines and the other is about old pines. ”

"From the small thorns in the deep grass, now I gradually feel the basil. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high. ”

This is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Xunhe's "Little Song". ”

"Sen Sen has been working for more than 100 searches, and he is high into the green and dark and does not attach to the forest. Ten thousand winds make night sounds, and thousands of mountains and moons shine in the autumn shade. Is it because of the cultivation power of dung soil, and the heart of self-cultivation? The lack of materials in the corridor temple should be seen, and the unscrupulous craftsmen in the world should not invade each other. ”

"This is the Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi's "Ancient Song". ”

"One, two, three, four, five, you see, in a blink of an eye five poems came out, the first one is related, as long as the first one is based, it can proceed to the fifth without any obstacles. This is the simplest associative method of mnemonics. Xu Guangling said.

"The treatment may last for a short period of time, during this time, Xiaozhu, if you are bored, you can use this method to memorize poems, there is a provincial library nearby for reference, and I sometimes read books there. ”

"It's easy to memorize ten or twenty songs a day. By the time you memorize a thousand songs, I am sure that by then, there will be a welcome change in your body. ”

Xu Guangling said.

"Brother Xu, how many poems do you remember?" the little girl asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

"I'll tell you when you've got a thousand songs. Xu Guangling said with a smile.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot the point. Xu Guangling said, "Xiaozhu, your problem, fundamentally speaking, is indeed caused by the heart. But it just happens to be ......."

"I'm an expert in this area. ”

After saying this, Xu Guangling stretched out his hand to the little girl and motioned for her to take the pulse.

It is very easy for any ordinary person to find the pulse on his wrist, which will not be more difficult than a little pot friend in the fifth grade of primary school to do one plus one, and Zhou Qingzhu was taken aback in an instant after pressing her finger on Xu Guangling's pulse.

His mouth opened slightly, and his eyes widened unconsciously.

After touching for about a minute, Xu Guangling took out his left hand and replaced it with his right hand, allowing the little girl to hold it again.

Then the little girl was once again extremely surprised.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh

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