Probably the only one who holds a whip in college class is Ms. Xu Ying.

However, although this looks unusual, a whip in her hand is so harmonious in the hands of Ms. Xu Ying. Even if the students in the audience were punished and whipped a few times, no one dared to say a word.

"Next, we will continue this lesson with this song of detachment. We know that literature and art is a discipline that introduces knowledge. This section includes theory, criticism, and history. However, before the class, let's have a small discussion, and everyone will talk about their views on the poem "Leaving the Plains and Grasses". ”

After Ms. Xu Ying finished speaking, she put her right hand on her back and stood to the side, waiting for the student's answer.

Classes at the university are relatively relaxed, and without waiting for the teacher's roll call, some students stood up and replied.

"Mr. Xu Ying, I think this poem has inspired our lives. We should have a strong heart like the grass on the plain. ”

"Hmm. ”

Ms. Xu Ying nodded and did not comment.

"Mr. Xu Ying, I think this poem tells us a truth about cutting grass and eradicating the roots. ”

At this time, a tall and handsome boy "Ouyang Hui" stood up and said.

"Not bad. ”

Ms. Xu Ying also nodded, but commented, "Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, it is rare to be able to understand this meaning." However, students who can understand this meaning will think twice before doing things in the future. ”

"Yes, Mr. Xu Ying, you must remember your instructions. ”

subsequently

Some students also expressed their opinions.

"Anything else?"

Seeing that almost everyone had expressed their opinions, Ms. Xu Ying was ready to start the class.

At this time, a girl in the fourth row on the right stood up and said, "Mr. Xu Ying, I have a little shallow opinion. However, my thoughts may not be the same as others'. ”

"Oh, tell me. ”

"I think. This detachment from the grass on the plain is just revealing the laws of nature. ”

"That's a strange statement. ”

Ms. Xu Ying nodded. I didn't make any comments either.

In her opinion, although she also thinks that the poem also more or less reveals the laws of nature. But poets should not just express the laws of nature, often poets write poems with feelings. It is very common to use things as metaphors for people and things as metaphors for feelings. If it's just a representation of the laws of nature. It's too bland.

It's just that after Ms. Xu Ying didn't care. The girl said again, "There is great beauty in heaven and earth without saying anything, and there is a clear law at four times without etiquette." Everything has a reason without saying. The seasons change, and there is prosperity when there is dryness. Glory to the extreme. It will also turn to wither. ”

"Heaven and earth have great beauty without saying, there is a clear law at the four times without ceremonies, and all things have a reason without saying. ”

When this sentence is spoken. Ms. Xu Ying almost couldn't stand.

Heaven and earth have their greatness, and the four seasons have their own truth, and they never talk about it. Everything has its own rules, and he never says it......

These words are simply sobering. Even Ms. Xu Ying, a master of a generation, couldn't stop being excited when she heard it.

This has risen to an incomparably high level of philosophy.

What is Philosophy?

It's hard to explain if you want to explain. That is, philosophy is the source of all cultures and the mother of all disciplines.

Being able to summarize small things into philosophy, and being able to express them in extremely meaningful words, is already a master's ability. Even Ms. Xu Ying, who asked herself that she had studied for so many years, was only writing a poem like a grass on the plain. Moreover, if she really compares her poems with the grass on the plain, Ms. Xu Ying will also blush secretly and sigh to herself.

However, what the female classmate in front of her said, "Heaven and earth have great beauty without saying it, there is a clear law at the four times without saying it, and everything has a reason without saying it", which is simply more academic value than poems such as leaving the grass on the plain.

"Good, good, very good. ”

Looking at the female classmate in front of her, Ms. Xu Ying said three good words in a row.

"What's your name?"

"Mr. Xu Ying, my name is Zhang Huiping. ”

"Zhang Huiping. ”

I read it softly.

"Actually......"

Zhang Huiping blushed a little. There is great beauty in heaven and earth without saying it, there is a clear law at four times without saying it, and everything is justified without saying it, but this sentence was inadvertently said by Huang Yifan when he chatted with him. When Mr. Xu Ying asked everyone to express their views on the poem Lili Yuan Shangcao, it was natural that Zhang Huiping thought of what Huang Yifan said to herself.

It's just that she thought this sentence was just an ordinary sentence at first. But now, seeing Mr. Xu Ying's shocked expression when she heard this sentence, Zhang Huiping couldn't believe it for a moment. Then, I became extremely embarrassed. Hurriedly explained, "Mr. Xu Ying, this sentence was not said by me, it was said to me by one of my classmates, and I felt that what he said made sense, so I quoted it." ”

However, Ms. Xu Ying didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with Zhang Huiping quoting what others said, but nodded again and said, "Classmate Huiping, your heart is the same as your name, smart but not vain. It's hard to get your classmates' ideas and cite them. ”

After the evaluation, Ms. Xu Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

She also thought that the students she taught had already become geniuses and reached the point of top masters, and she really wanted to discuss with her. Fortunately, Zhang Huiping was only instructed by a gentleman. However, it is also rare. In this world, not just anyone can be called a master, let alone just a person can get the guidance of a master.

Well, not bad.

Secretly paid attention to Zhang Huiping, and Ms. Xu Ying was ready to give a formal lecture.

It's just that when Ms. Xu Ying officially started speaking, suddenly, a voice came to mind again.

"Classmates?"

"This ...... Huiping, what you said just now was told to you by your classmate?"

……

"Why hasn't Mr. Qiushui uploaded his poems yet?"

The main competition of the Collaborative Poetry Contest will be held simultaneously by Internet voting and newspaper serialization.

At this time, the main competition of the poetry contest was just the beginning, and many Chinese poets had already uploaded their works.

However, some readers searched and searched, but did not find Mr. Qiushui.

"What's the matter, Mr. Qiushui hasn't uploaded it yet, it's almost 8 o'clock, and if you don't upload it, you can't upload it?"

"I don't know, it's not 8 o'clock yet, let's look at the poems written by other people. ”

"The poems written by other people have a ghost to read, but I only read Mr. Qiushui's, so as not to be polluted by the poems written by others. ”

"Haha, me too. ”

"Let's wait. ”

A group of book friends who were looking forward to Qiushui's poems had a small exchange.

It wasn't until 7:50 p.m. that someone yelled loudly in the TT group.

"Brothers, Mr. Qiushui has uploaded his latest poems. ”

"Damn, where, where. ”

"What kind of poem is written?"

"yes, yes, tell us, I'm too lazy to go to the site. ”

"You better go up to the website and read it, I'm a little overwhelmed by this poem right now. ”

"Damn, (wwcm) won't. ”

Glancing at the man, overwhelmed by a poem, how could it be.

No matter how well-written the poem is, at most it makes people sigh that the poem is well-written.

Just like the grass on the plain, everyone admires the well-written and classic.

Of course, although he denied it in his heart, there was nothing wrong with the poems written by Qiushui.

With anticipation, many book lovers entered the webpage opened up by the Writers' Association.

It's just that when they saw the poems uploaded by Qiushui, they didn't dare to come out like their former book friends.

Killed millions of soldiers in the poetry world, and the sword in his waist was still bloody.

The mountain monk didn't know the hero master, so he only asked for his name.

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