"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The so-called Iraqi people, on the water side. "In the early morning outside the jade capital, you can hear the sound of children's books every day, accompanied by the early morning birdsong, which is the beginning of the day. However, this day was different, and the children seemed to be quite interested in listening to the lesson.

I don't know who shouted first, "The new master is coming, the new master is coming!" and the crowd hurriedly sat back in their seats, probably because the child was always so passionate about this new thing. I saw that a man did come outside the window, the man was tall, but he looked thin, and he looked solemn in a dark green robe.

When he walked in, he found that he was holding a large handful of reeds in his hand, and the students immediately boiled, and almost jumped up from their seats, stretching their necks to see what the master was doing.

"Master, what do you have in your hand? Show it to us!"

"I don't know this, it's just a reed! There are a lot of them in the river next to the house!" the children said that it was an ordinary thing, but their heads still leaned over, and naturally there were the two children of the peasant woman's family, who immediately recognized him, and the girl shouted, "Uncle!

"Feed the pigs?" the students laughed, and then looked at the master who was still rumored to feed the pigs, "Master, you can't really feed the pigs, right?"

Yu Qianqing coughed a few times and said, "There is no distinction between high and low labor, how about feeding pigs, and how about teaching? Now, I will send these things to everyone." After observing, tell me what it is?" he said, sending down a large handful of reeds in his bosom one by one, and the children hurriedly took it and scratched others. What could this be? Isn't it just a reed?

"Master, isn't this a reed? what's so difficult?" said the naughty boy at the bottom, standing on the stool, laughing, and then laughing so tired that he lay down on the table, without the slightest rule.

But a few girls were listening attentively, "Cheng Hao! You are too disrespectful to the master!

The boy named Cheng Hao still leaned on the table and refused to move, while lying down, he was holding a pen on the side and dancing in the air, "Master, it's just a pig feeder, if my pig feeder can also teach, do I still want to come to this place!"

As soon as the words fell, a reed shot straight from the front, and knocked down the pen in Cheng Hao's hand impartially, almost hitting his hand. Cheng Hao's eyes were dull for a long time, and his hands were frightened by the sudden huge impact, and he couldn't stop trembling. Everyone looked ahead, and the person who knocked out the reed with one blow was the pig feeder who Cheng Hao disdained to listen to.

Everyone sat upright without making a noise, especially Cheng Hao, who was burying his head with a red face, and didn't dare to say anything, carefully scanning the pig feeding master with his spare eyes. What is the origin, this time the reed pole is too different from ordinary people!

"What everyone just read is that "Pu Jia" belongs to one of the poems in "Qin Feng", so what is this Pu Jia? It is something in everyone's hands. ”

"Reeds?" the children looked at the yellow-white strips of reeds in their hands, and looked at each other suspiciously, "Pujia is a reed?

"Naturally, I don't dare to lie to everyone, this is this thing, so this sentence is actually a good artistic conception. Imagine the reeds, the autumn dew condensed on them, refracting the colors of the sun, and you, looking for your sweetheart. ”

"The person you like?!" the children all covered their mouths and smiled, indeed, at this age, they are naturally sensitive to the three words of the person they like, "Master, we are still children, and we can't read this article." ”

"Yes, I can't read it!" the children smiled and shook their heads not wanting to go on.

"Everybody, listen to me as I continue. Yu Qian casually picked up a reed and drew a circle in the air, muttering in his mouth, "Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive." Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. It's not so easy to find the right person, you have to travel a long way, you have to cross the river on a dangerous road, you follow the river to find her, only to find her in the middle of the river. ”

"So, Master, is he still going to look for that person he likes, isn't he going to jump into the water and swim over?"

Yu Qian shook his head, and then said, "Pu Jia Ming, Bai Lu is not dawning." The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae. The reeds were so thick, and the morning dew had not yet dried, and he went to look for the man he liked again, but unfortunately he was now on the other side of the river. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

"Uncle I know! I know!" the girl immediately stood up and said, "This person must have gone to find his crush again, but unfortunately the road is difficult, the climb is difficult, and he has to go upstream, and finally he has arrived, and this person has already reached the water again." ”

"That's a good point. Yu Qian casually rewarded her with a reed, and the girl was excited with the reed, and all of them looked at it with their eyes and sat upright.

"Master, has this man finally found the person he likes? Is the person he likes beautiful?"

The corners of Yu Qian's mouth hooked, like the curved arc of this reed strip, "In fact, no one knows what the final result will be, because this is just a process of arduous pursuit." Everyone has always felt that this is a courtship poem, not worth reading. That's what I said to my master. ”

"What did the Master's Master say in the end?"

"First, the Yiren in this does not only refer to the intended person, but also the pursuit of goals and ideals in life, if the intended person is replaced with the pursuit and ideal, how should this poem be explained?" Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

Cheng Hao stood up respectfully at this time and said, "Back to Master, that is a person who constantly pursues his ideals, but in the process, he has experienced a lot, grown a lot, and sometimes even had a happy time. ”

Yu Qian walked over slowly, Cheng Hao retreated a little fearfully, and then he handed over a reed, "It's very good, it's similar to what my master and I said at the beginning." Cheng Hao happily took the reed, and tried to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth and sat down.

"Back to the original question, people think I'm a pig feeder, so they look down on a pig feeder to teach. But in fact, people will work hard for their own ideals, which should be respected, and everyone here is also, when you come to this school, you want to get closer to your ideals. And where the so-called Iraqi people are, everyone should also seriously consider it. ”

Some of the people lowered their heads slightly in contemplation, and some were staring at the reeds in their hands in a daze......

"Master, you haven't said what the second is?" The girl finally called the right name at this time, and everyone was also very excited to listen.

Yu Qian was a little embarrassed and said slowly, "Second, this fair lady and gentleman are not indecent. On the contrary, it is human nature, so it can also be a courtship poem. It's just that you grades are still young and don't understand these things. Everyone was thinking seriously, but when they suddenly heard this, they covered their mouths and laughed quietly.

"Master, have you ever met such an Yiren?"

Yiren, the corners of Yu Qian's mouth hooked, no one knew what appeared in his mind, anyway, the smile raised seemed to melt the reed in his hand.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren......