Wen Yanqing flipped through the book directly, and turned it to the back. I happened to turn to the thirty lessons of the sixth unit, and there were four poems.

And what fell into Wen Yanqing's eyes was the first poem "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home (the third)", the author was Tao Yuanming. Although Wen Yanqing teaches mathematics, she still has some impressions of this poem.

If Luo Xiao saw this, he would also feel familiar.

Planting beans in the south of the mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated.

......

Although the poems are simple, what falls into Wen Yanqing's eyes is far more than that.

Wen Yan is not young anymore, and her children are all in high school. I have been a teacher for one or two decades. Those feelings and dreams back then, I don't know where to go in my heart. I don't know if I forgot it, or if I really lost it. But as soon as she saw this poem today, Wen Yanqing felt that she was back in her childhood.

That year, she was young. is still in the field, at the age of reckless running, chasing the wind, catching butterflies, chasing bees, and being reprimanded by his parents in the field.

That year, she was still naïve. Looking at the fields and countryside, the busy figure can't realize the hard work and fulfillment at all.

One year, she seemed to have seen a poet in green shirts planting beans at the foot of Nanshan.

Another year, she came there again, and the weeds in the field were luxuriant, but the bean seedlings were very sporadic and scarce.

She seemed to see the man in the green shirt, getting up early in the morning to cut weeds and work in the fields. Just like when she was a child, the parents and villagers in her hometown worked hard. It wasn't until night fell, and the night was draped over his body and turned into black, that he packed up his hoe and carried it home.

Wen Yanqing felt funny: "This person really doesn't know how to farm and works so hard." But they can't even raise bean seedlings, and they are all weeds. It's like those uncles and aunts in my own family, all of them are experts in this area. “

Speaking of this, Wen Yanqing laughed directly. But she immediately covered her mouth. Because she saw that the man in the night actually looked back at her.

"Hahahaha!"

It's just left for Wen Yanqing, just a burst of laughter, and the smile is indescribably free.

Wen Yanqing was stunned as she watched the man continue to walk away.

The narrow mountain road was really overgrown with grass and trees, more than the weeds in the field. It was night again, and the grass was covered with dew, sticking to the man's clothes, little by little. But the man didn't care at all, as if the clothes weren't his, and he didn't know if there was a hole in his brain.

Is it worth farming and living like this?

This question, like a thunderbolt, flashed a thunderbolt in Wen Yanqing's heart. One after another, as if out of thin air, active in my heart:

This poem was written by Tao Yuanming.

For the poet, there are only two paths in life for him to choose: one is to become an official and have a fortune to ensure his life, but he must go against his will to join the world, and the other is to retreat to the countryside and survive by ploughing and laboring, so that he can be willful and truthful and adhere to integrity.

When he resigned from the county order to release the seal and return to the field, he had already made a choice, he would rather suffer physically than maintain the purity of his heart, and he resolutely embarked on the road of retreat. In order not to violate the ideal desire of ploughing and living in seclusion, no matter how hard and tiring the farm work is, what is there to fear? Then "getting clothes in the evening dew" is even less worthy of "pity." This kind of thinking has become an unbreakable and firm belief in his heart.

Wen Yanqing remembers that when she was a child, she also asked herself such a question when she watched her parents plowing the fields. Is it worth it?

Now she actually doesn't understand very much, her parents' farming is not worth it, so if she teaches for so many years, is it worth it?

After thinking about it for a while, I forgot that I was still reading. The hands dragging the language book froze in the air, and they didn't continue to read the next poem. Her heart was already full of things and thoughts, and she didn't have the energy to care about anything else.

Luo Wei could naturally see clearly that the eldest sister's reaction was even more obvious than that of Zhao Li.

The numbers on the meter are still jumping, which is hundreds. How long has it been since then, ten minutes? Luo Wei pursed his lips, and suddenly realized Zhao Li's feelings.

Wen Yanqing came back to her senses and looked at the language book in front of her, her eyes were full of horror. only had time to give his daughter a reassuring look, so he immersed himself in the next poem.

That feeling just now, Wen Yanqing, where can I still let go. As a teacher, I know what this experience represents. I didn't have time to think about it, so I turned the next page directly.

The same poem, "Make it to the Stopper". It was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei, and the return to the garden and pastoral residence just now are definitely two artistic conceptions.

"The bicycle wants to ask the side, and the subject country lives extends.

Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Xiao Guan waited to ride, and he was all protected by Yan Ran. ”

This time, Wen Yanqing felt that she had come to the border, and it seemed to be different from the previous onlookers.

The strange and magnificent scenery outside the Saiwai is not comparable to the rural life. The soldiers at the border passes, with that kind of patriotic spirit, are not afraid of the test of the environment, guard the frontier, dedicate themselves to our homeland, and work hard for our security. Even Wen Yanqing's first female stream was deeply moved by this spirit, and even had a lot of blood pouring out of her body.

For a while, Wen Yanqing also felt that she had come to this.

Find a light car, everything is simple, go to the frontier land, and visit those lovely people. Thousands of miles of flying canopy also floated out of Hanse, and the wild geese returning to the north were soaring into the clouds. The lonely smoke rises in the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round. When I went to Xiao Guan, I met the knight and told me that Du Ran was already in Yanran.

The border is desolate, there are no wonders and strange scenes, and the smoke from the beacon tower is particularly eye-catching.

That's why we can have the experience of this "lonely desert", looking at the boundless desert, it makes people feel even smaller, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is to cleanse the soul.

Wen Yanqing was immersed in the panic of the desert and the emotion of the frontier soldiers, and she couldn't extricate herself for a while. But suddenly, the intuition was light, and that feeling was instantly stripped away. Wen Yanqing was stunned, unspeakably uncomfortable.

And the scene in front of her also returned to the bookstore, and in front of her, it was Luo Wei's painful expression.

"Sister, it's time. ”

Luo Wei pointed to the 1,000 yuan on the meter, the red light, and the pain was extreme.