After filming here, Liu Nian and Lao Bai went back to the dormitory to change their clothes and continue filming.

For hours, how many photos were taken, each of them couldn't remember for themselves, just waiting for the photographers to give them the memory card where the photos were stored, and let them divide it themselves.

Liu Nian pinched the time to take pictures, and she decided to go to the class.

It was too late to change her clothes, so she came over and said to Chen Hao and Wan Ming: "Professor Wenhua's class is about to start, let's go quickly." ”

Chen Hao nodded: "Where is it?"

Liu Nian looked at his phone, and then said, "Come with me!"

Professor Wenhua's class started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and now it has passed two o'clock, and Liu Nian took Chen Hao and the two of them to trot.

went to a certain building where he was teaching, and pushed open the door of the somewhat heavy classroom, and the scene inside made Liu Nian a little dumbfounded.

In a huge classroom, only the old man with reading glasses and white hair on the podium stood there blankly, looking at the empty seats under the stage.

In this scene, Chen Hao didn't say anything, the three of them walked in, sat closer to the podium, and looked at what was written on the blackboard.

Professor Wenhua looked at the three of them and slowly stood up: "Today you graduated, congratulations, you can finally step into the society and let go to fulfill your own dreams." ”

Liu Nian said softly: "Thank you, professor!"

"Okay, let's have the most important lesson today, and I'll talk about something I've never talked about before. ”

"Our Chinese literature, it is no exaggeration to say, is a brilliant existence in the world, not to mention anything else, our words alone have left them behind for thousands of years. ”

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There were only three people in attendance, and Professor Wenhua still explained the essence of Chinese literature in great detail.

Although many cultural celebrities in this world are completely different from the previous life, the general trend of this history is still almost the same, the only big difference is that the chaos in the land of China caused by the chaos of this world has lasted for 200 years, and the chaotic war of 500 years has caused the impact of almost extinction of Chinese culture.

We have no way to change history, we can only accept the wealth left to us by our ancestors as much as possible, and then continue to pass it on to the next generation.

Chen Hao listened quietly, didn't read or speak, Professor Wenhua's name was really empty, Chen Hao dared to guarantee that his true talent and real learning were definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

"This is... Liu Nian, I remember your name, one of the best students in the Department of Literature. ”

Liu Nian smiled lightly and nodded.

"I don't have much impression of these two classmates, I'm sorry, I'm old, and my memory is not good!"

Chen Hao said embarrassedly: "Professor, in fact, you haven't seen us either, we are not from the Department of Literature, and today is the first time to listen to your class." ”

Professor Wenhua nodded: "Thank you very much, you can listen to my nagging class here, let's discuss it." ”

He trembled his hands and put down the projection screen with the remote control: "Ancient sayings and ancient styles, let's take a look at the scenery of the ancients today, learn the poems of the ancients, and see what their artistic conception is?"

Professor Wenhua clicked on my computer without being very proficient, and then clicked on a picture in the gallery.

This is a landscape painting made in ink, Chen Hao has not studied it, but judging from the inscription and seal of this painting, it should be the painting of a celebrity.

"This is Zhen Jingtian's "Falling Waterfall", take a closer look!"

Wan Ming was not interested in this, he looked at the screen, completely looking at how the picture was drawn?

Chen Hao looked at the details, the huge waterfall rushed down, a person wearing a white robe and a high hat stood in front of the waterfall with his hands behind his back and looked at the waterfall in front of him.

This painting, no matter how Chen Hao looks at it, feels familiar, perhaps because he was similar to landscape painting in his previous life.

Seeing the waterfall, Chen Hao first thought of Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall", but unfortunately, there is no Li Bai in this world, and there is no Li Bai's poem.

"There was no such poem when this painting was painted, and this poem was inscribed by the famous poet Gongsun Bu later, which also made the value of this painting higher today. Professor Wenhua continued: "This can be regarded as a medium of communication, even if it is today's network television, through the lens, the picture from here is transmitted to other places. ”

The only difference in this painting is that the painter and poet use painting and poetry to spread the landscape of thousands of years ago to our eyes. ”

"Come, tell me what you think of this painting. ”

Although Liu Nian is a scholar, she only has very good grades in professional classes, and she really doesn't have any feelings about this landscape painting, just to see the scenery.

And Chen Hao has cheats to do, so he naturally has different opinions.

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said: "The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river from afar. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

Professor Wenhua was stunned for a moment and repeated: "The flying stream is straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days?"

"What a sentence, what a poem!" Professor Wenhua paused for a while: "Classmate, is this what you think for yourself, or who thinks about it?"

Forehead!

If Professor Wenhua knew the name Li Bai, he would definitely be very angry.

"Yes... I thought of it myself, right?" Chen Hao said shamelessly: "Anyway, in this world, no one has told me these few lines of poetry. ”

Liu Nian glanced at Chen Hao, grinned, as if remembering something, hurriedly took out his small notebook, and turned out a poem recorded in it.

"Professor, this is my boyfriend, in fact, he is not from our school, no, in fact, he is no longer a student, his name is Chen Hao, usually he will say some nice sentences casually from time to time, you look at this song, it was a time when we watched the sunset on the rooftop, he said it casually. ”

Professor Wenhua took Liu Nian's small notebook, wiped his reading glasses and put them back on, looked at them carefully, and then read them out in a low voice.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

Professor Wenhua was stunned for a long time, then took off his glasses leisurely, and after three minutes, he held back two words: "It's beautiful, it's a poem!"

He reluctantly took a deep breath, then looked up and asked Liu Nian, "Is this really him..." What did your boyfriend say casually?"

Liu Nian nodded: "Yes, I felt that the artistic conception of this poem was very beautiful, what do you think, professor?"

"Withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads west wind thin horses, sunset, broken intestines people at the end of the world. Listen well, feel well, not only is it beautiful, it is simply ... I don't even know what words to use to describe it, wait. ”

Professor Wenhua's hands trembled with excitement, and he took out his mobile phone wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Girl, you can help me write those lines of poetry just now, and I want to take a picture. ”