This poem came from the hand of Xin Qiji, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty.

Originally, this was just his expression of his resentment at the court's lack of progress, his unwillingness to accept the lost land, and his invalidity at his idleness.

But for those who don't know the whole context, it sounds like it's easy to understand something else.

"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and say sorrow for the new word, this 'strong sorrow', it's really wonderful!"

Professor Lang admired.

"Definitely. To really write lovesick poems, you should be inspired by feelings and use things as metaphors for people, rather than setting a theme for them to write on the spot, as we do. Professor Wei also said: "This is like an exam, it is really like what Lu Xiaoyou said: forcibly say that you are worried, and you are moaning without illness." ”

"Not bad. Professor Lang sighed: "And this last sentence, 'But the weather is cool and autumn', and it's a 'good autumn'!"

Lu Yao listened with a black line on his face.

He really wanted to say to the other party: make a good review, ban nesting dolls!

Professor Wei: "'But the weather is cool and autumn', there is a heart for 'sorrow', and no intention for 'autumn'. Is this 'heart' intentionally removed, or is it unintentionally lost? Wonderful, wonderful!

Lu Yao, did you do it in advance, or did you play it on the spot?"

"No, it was written by a friend of mine who was a poet. ”

Prof. Wei: "......"

Professor Lang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He knew very well: Lu Yao didn't have these friends at all!

The modern poetess Sang Jieyi on the side also turned a little pale.

Although her attainments in ancient poetry are far inferior to those of Professor Lang and Professor Wei, she also has a basic ability to appreciate them.

She can see it: this song is a classic!

It can completely occupy a place in the domestic literary circle.

Professor Lang silently projected the poem onto the big screen.

Seeing this song, the students in the audience were quiet for a while.

Most of the audience were students from the Faculty of Letters, and they had a good appreciation for the quality of the word.

Of course, there are other colleges to join in the fun, but the level is not enough, and they can't appreciate it very much.

A boy from the School of Physical Education, who was not very interested in poetry in the first place, but was forced to come under the coercion of his girlfriend from the Faculty of Letters, looked confused at this time.

"Hey, my dear, what does he mean by that?"

"Well, it probably means: you are still young, you don't understand anything, desperately choose words and sentences, express sorrow, are all moaning without illness, and when you really understand the taste of sorrow, you may be: your heart has a thousand words, but your mouth is 'haha, the weather is good today'. ”

"I see!" The boy suddenly realized: "You guys are so good at literature! Just like you usually talk to me and me—sometimes I feel like I'm doing reading comprehension ......."

The girl's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

"Ah, dear, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything!" the boy was shocked and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, this guy is too old-fashioned, right?

The girl's attention was also diverted: "yes, he looks about the same age as us, it feels strange to use this word to describe us!"

"That's it! Young people should be like young people, energetic, dedicated to love! What's wrong with writing a poem? Why can't you moan without illness?"

"That's right!" the girl said approvingly, "Honey, will you go back and write me a song today?"

"Ah, come again, spare me, dear ......"

"You're a dog, right? You bark so badly, as soon as you come to the truth, you will be cowardly immediately!"

"Don't say that, my dear. If I were a dog, wouldn't you be 'dog X'?"

“...... How is your mother?"

......

In the front row, Professor Zhong, who was sitting with Xu Xian, turned his head slightly and smiled at her: "I heard that this guy is very arrogant, but now when I see it, he really lives up to his reputation, and he is really a proud master."

But it's understandable.

After all, if you don't have hills and valleys in your chest, you can't have such courage. ”

For some reason, hearing her teacher praise Lu Yao, Xu Xian faintly felt a little proud.

"Hey, this beauty, I just read the poem you wrote, it's so literary, it's really 'a gully in the chest'! In this way, I am also a lover of literature, let's leave a contact information and discuss it together in the future?"

Xu Xian subconsciously turned her head, just in time to see Xu Panse squinting and talking to a fierce beauty.

Fool, there are hills and ravines in your chest, not ravines!

"Hey, don't go, beauty......"

Xu Xian turned her head and covered her face.

"Really, one by one, nostrils are facing the sky, what are you dragging ?—— old girl, I'm too lazy to soak myself, sit back and enjoy it. Said to introduce the beauty, contact information. ”

"Who's your sister? Get out of here! I don't know you!"

“......”

After a moment of silence, one of the many students who participated in the competition finally stood up.

"Judge, I don't accept it!"

The person who stood up was Song Hang, who had just won the highest score with an ancient style poem "Looking at the Sky".

All eyes were on him at the same time.

"Anyone can say sarcastic words, and I can also say that others are moaning without illness!" He looked at Lu Yao unruly: "But this judge, teacher, can you come up with a poem that makes us feel that it is not a disease-free moaning with the theme of lovesickness?!"

Professor Lang frowned: "Xiao Song, your request is a bit excessive!

"Hehe, it's okay!" Lu Yao stood up disapprovingly: "Just now, I remembered the work of a friend's ancestor.

Before I read this poem, I would like to tell you a story. ”

"This is a pair of men and women who have no guesses, because of a red bean to set a relationship, but because of the disparity in family conditions, they missed the love story of a lifetime.

As children, boys and girls live close to each other. He was playing in front of the hall and found a red bean and thought of the acacia seed, which was also known as Acacia Bean.

In the heavy rain, he held a red paper umbrella to look for the girl, and wanted to show the red beans in his hand to his lovesick person.

The two sat under the eaves, and the boy blushed at the girl's proximity. She thought he had something strange in his hand, and she was a little disappointed when she saw the red beans.

He wanted to explain: This is a red bean, also known as acacia bean, but those two words didn't dare to say it for a long time, and finally stopped abruptly because his mother came to call for dinner.

The boy was studying in a private school, thinking about the girl, looking out the window and losing his mind, and was slapped by his husband with a red palm.

When he returned home in frustration, he met the girl and fed him a bowl of steaming red bean porridge. When the two love each other and are ignorant, the red beans are thick and sweet.

The butterflies broke out of their cocoons and flew, and in the blink of an eye, they had grown up, and the girls were slim and beautiful like flowers. The two men met each other in the bustling street market, and a gentle eye contact between each other. The young boy and girl looked at the autumn waves, and a smile rose at the corner of their mouths, and the person in front of them was their sweetheart.

When she grew up, he was a poor and sour talent, and she was a rich lady. The red maple fell, and it was getting colder in winter, and she pushed open the door several times and didn't see him, and he passed by several times and didn't see her. When she came to her door, the lights were colorful, and everyone said that she was married to the right family.

A door that separates two lives. He wept in front of the house and returned lonely in the rain. She was in the back of the house and didn't cry until he left.

And the woman has been embroidering a handkerchief, and two colorful butterflies are flying around the red bean branch on the handkerchief.

She lost her mind, pinholes pierced her fingertips, a drop of blood, and helpless tears when she was about to get married, all fell on her face.

Cut the red line, but love.

At the end of the story, he took a small boat, holding a red paper umbrella in the spring rain, and went to Beijing to catch the exam. He carried a handkerchief given by a woman, and the boat was fluttering, and people traveled far away. ”

This is the plot of the classic animated short film "Red Beans" of the Chinese choir.

Since there is no Wang Wei in this world, and there is no Wang Chutong and Liuniang, he made some changes.

Many years later, the man wandered on the street and found a hairpin inlaid with red beans on a roadside stall.

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

Although he was retelling the plot, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the pictures, music and poems full of national style.

"This song "Acacia" and the story behind it really touched me.

So I'm going to animate this poem and this story for the screen!"

On and off the stage, there was silence.

The combination of stories and poems makes them all feel melancholy.

Even the sports student, who didn't know anything about poetry, was sentimental for no reason.

Xu Xian's heart was also touched.

But what shocked her even more was Professor Zhong who was sitting next to her.

"Old ...... Teacher, why are you crying?!"