Professor Zhang snorted and sat down, and Bai Feng continued to speak.

"In ancient times, many poets liked to use objects in life to express nostalgia, such as Li Bai's 'still pity the water of his hometown, and send off the boat for thousands of miles'! He used anthropomorphic and exaggerated rhetorical techniques, and went out by boat, but said that the water of his hometown was not willing to let him go, and came to bid him farewell.

Another example is written in He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book", when the young left home and the eldest returned, the hometown accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined. The children don't know each other, and they smile and ask where the guests come from! In just 28 words, it gives us a deep feeling of nostalgia for the wanderer returning home. ”

This is a sentimental poem of long-time visitors to a foreign land and nostalgia for his hometown. Written when I first arrived, it expresses the feelings of long-term visitors. In the first and second sentences, the poet is in the familiar and unfamiliar environment of his hometown, and he travels all the way, and his mood is quite uneasy: when he left home, he was in his prime, and when he returned today, his sideburns are sparse, and he can't help but feel emotional.

The first sentence uses the sentences of "leaving home as a young man" and "the boss returns" to summarize the fact that he has been away from home for decades, implying the feelings of self-harm to the "boss". The second sentence carries on the previous sentence with "sideburns decline", specifically writes his "boss" state, and uses the unchanged "hometown sound" to reflect the changed "sideburns", which has the meaning of "I don't forget my hometown, can my hometown still recognize me", so as to pave the way for arousing the next two sentences of children who don't know each other and ask questions.

Three or four sentences change from a self-portrait full of emotion to a dramatic scene of children laughing and questioning.

"Laughing and asking where the guest comes from", in children, this is only a faint question, and the words are exhausted, but in the poet, it becomes a heavy blow, which leads to his infinite emotion.

His old age and decay and the sorrow of being an anti-lord are all contained in this seemingly insipid question. The whole poem ends quietly in this question-and-answer place, but the sound outside the strings is like a hollow valley, mournful and endless.

As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are still mediocre, but three or four sentences seem to be turning around and around, and there is no other realm. The beauty of the last two sentences lies in the fact that the back is powdered, and there is no trace: although the sadness is written, it is expressed through joyful scenes, and although it is written about oneself, it is turned out from the child's side.

The scene of the children's questioning is very interesting in life, even if the reader is not infected by the poet's long-term sadness, he cannot but be moved by this interesting life scene. ”

After Bai Feng finished analyzing this poem, he couldn't help but smile bitterly again, and there was a commotion underneath, good guy, professors in the thirties and forties had already raised their hands, some of them were still very excited, and a few of them seemed to be quickly stuffing pills into their mouths.

"Uh...... So many professors raised their hands, so who will say first?"

Bai Feng asked embarrassedly, and an old man who looked like the golden lion king Xie Xun stood up.

"Let me say it first, in fact, the problem of all of us should be similar, that is, we don't listen to the appreciation of ancient poetry you made, we haven't heard this poem you read at all, it's not you who made it up yourself, right? Although this poem is very well written, we have to listen to the ancient poems handed down by the ancients!"

Although the others didn't speak, they all nodded one after another, and Bai Feng grinned. Shaking his head, he retorted.

"Hehe, this professor, it's not that I don't want to talk about the poems handed down by the ancients, it's just that ...... It's just that what the ancients handed down is too bad, sparse and rotten......"

"You...... You are a great rebel! Dare to say that the ancients wrote badly!"

"It's a shame!"

"It's so arrogant, it's too arrogant!"

"It's really crazier than us!"

……

Bai Feng's words directly aroused the anger of all the professors, a grade-old body, who was angry like chaff, had to be pulled to 120!

Bai Feng hurriedly argued.

"Professors, professors, listen to me, I said that the ancient poems handed down by the ancients are too bad, in fact, this sentence is not finished, listen to my explanation. ”

"Okay, let's listen to your explanation, if we can't explain it, we will jointly sue you, you are insulting the essence of our Chinese literature!"

Bai Feng was stunned and nodded.

"Professors, you may all know that there have been many literati and writers in every dynasty, and these people have also passed down a lot of ancient poems and ancient words, but it is undeniable that with such a long historical development, these people have scattered more famous works. What you think is good now is just because there are so many things that have been handed down, and there is no comparison at all, so why am I wrong?"

Although they didn't want to admit it, everyone still nodded unwillingly. Bai Feng continued.

"The reason why I say that these are all sparse and rotten, it is because I think there are better, take nostalgia as an example, the one I read just now, the young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined. The last sentence of the laughing question asks where the guest comes from, for the homecoming wanderer, it is completely 10,000 crit, if you think what I said is inappropriate, then please list the nostalgia and the like, any one can compare to this poem!"

Silence, needle-like silence!

All the professors in the audience were stunned, and they quickly started brainstorming in their brains, but unfortunately, five minutes passed, and no one came up with anything comparable to this poem.

But admitting defeat is too embarrassing, more than fifty Chinese professors of Peking University, collectively losing to a little fat girl here?

So, some people began to play scoundrels, and an older professor stood up tremblingly.

"Ahem, ahem...... Although your ancient poem is very rhythmic, homesick and sorrowful, but ...... This is not handed down by the ancients, and it can't be regarded as an ancient poem, is it ......"

"Hehe, Professor, I don't agree with your point of view, I know what you mean, do you want to say that because it was not written by some famous person in ancient times, it is not as good as other ancient poems? Or are the poems written by modern people all modern poems?"

"You...... How can you misinterpret me, I mean...... Ahem...... Actually, I think this poem is okay......"

The old professor sat down again with a red face coughing, and Bai Feng continued to speak with a smile.

"Since everyone has an opinion on this poem, then I will come to another poem that expresses nostalgia, title, silent night thoughts! The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected of frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown! This poem is written about the feeling of missing your hometown on a silent moonlit night.

The first two lines of the poem are the illusions that the poet creates in a moment in the specific environment of his visitor. A person who is alone in a foreign country, busy during the day, can still dilute the sorrow, but in the dead of night, it is inevitable that the heart will be flooded with waves of longing for his hometown.

Not to mention that it is a moonlit night, let alone an autumn night when the moon is like frost.

The word "doubt" in "Suspicion is frost on the ground" vividly expresses the poet's first awakening from sleep, and in a trance, he mistook the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed for the thick frost spread on the ground.

The word "frost" is used even better, which not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also expresses the coldness of the season, and also highlights the poet's loneliness and desolation in a foreign land.

The last two sentences of the poem deepen homesickness through the portrayal of actions and demeanors. The word "hope" corresponds to the word "doubt" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has turned from haze to sobriety, and he stares at the moon with his head long, and can't help but remember that his hometown is also under the light of this bright moon at this moment.

So naturally led to the conclusion of "bow your head and miss your hometown". The act of "bowing the head" depicts the poet in complete contemplation. And the word "Si" leaves readers with a rich imagination: the fathers and brothers, relatives and friends in that hometown, the mountains and rivers, grass and trees in that hometown, the passing years and the past...... It's all in my thoughts. The content of the word "thought" is too rich. ”

"What do the professors think of this poem that expresses nostalgia?"

There was silence, and everyone was stunned again......

Although I don't want to admit it, all the professors in the Chinese department have developed a very same concept in their hearts!

That's fierce! It's fierce!

If Bai Feng said that this was a poem scattered among the people by an ancient writer, then they would definitely not doubt it, and worship it collectively, and then talk about that writer to pull it out and commend it well......

Do you really want to admit that modern people write better poetry than ancient people? This makes them feel funny, and they don't know what to do, the alarm clock on the podium makes a faint ticking sound, and forty minutes have passed......

Everyone sighed, and if they listened to it again, they were afraid that they would not be able to control it, so it was okay now, anyway, it was a show of hands to vote, and the good or bad followed the flow......

The fifth sword scratched his scalp and sat in the first row, raising his hand impatiently and shouting.

"Okay, it's almost 12 o'clock, everyone hurry up and vote, more than half of the people raised their hands and left......"

The fifth sword, who had no scheming and almost no heart, didn't know that he had now become a target for everyone to watch, and he raised his hand, and the others followed suit......

That's it, Bai Feng actually got a unanimous vote, and the fifth sword coughed.

"That's okay, in the afternoon, you go to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the entry procedures, the course of ancient poetry appreciation is a big course, when the time comes, you can talk about it well, try it for a month, if the student retention rate reaches more than half, the school will consider continuing to open it......"

After speaking, without waiting for Bai Feng to say thank you, the fifth sword actually took out a red transparent bag from the table pocket, which contained a blue porcelain bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and clamped it into the squeaky nest, and ran away as if he was running away......

She was still strange, but the other professors were similar, holding the dishes and chopsticks and running all the way, and in less than a moment, he was left alone in the classroom.

She followed her to the university cafeteria and was immediately stupid......

Although the cafeteria is bigger than a football field, it is still crowded by students, not to mention whether she can eat, even if she does, she estimates that it will be 2 hours later.

secretly called Peking University why there are so many people in this canteen, is it possible that there are no other canteens?