Everyone inside and outside the classroom was quiet, listening to Gao Hou's lecture, but he rarely brought any textbooks, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Students, before today's class, I would like to introduce you to a writer - Su Mo Su Wenjia! Warm welcome everyone! ”

Gao Hou smiled, as soon as the words fell, the classmates applauded, and Su Mo also stood up and bowed around.

"Well, don't shoot for so long, I've never seen you so enthusiastic about me before, I'm going to be jealous!" Gao Hou pretended to be dissatisfied, causing the crowd to laugh, and the atmosphere was very lively.

"Now we're officially in class! In the first few lessons, I introduced you to the origin and history of modern poetry, and also taught some writing skills and rhythms. ”

"Mood! You've had a preview of your last lesson! The next student replied.

Gao Hou spread his hands: "You are very cooperative with this classmate, but can you save me some face?" ”

The crowd laughed again, and then Gao Houcai said seriously: "Actually, as far as modern poetry is concerned, artistic conception is the most important, as long as there is this thing, modern poetry has a soul, and any other rhythmic skills and word limit can be thrown aside, so, what is the artistic conception?" Who can answer this? ”

All the students of Beijing University are top students, and as soon as the Gao Hou problem came out, many people raised their hands.

Gao Hou smiled and ordered a random student.

The student stood up and said loudly: "Artistic conception refers to a kind of meaning and realm that can be felt and comprehended, and the meaning is endless, but it is difficult to explain in words. It is the unity of form, spirit, and reason, and the harmony of the virtual and the real, which is both born from the accident and contained in the image."

Gao Hou nodded and said, "This classmate answered very well, especially Qianxun Encyclopedia is very good!" ”

The student blushed and sat down with some embarrassment.

"Does anyone have any other explanation?"

Another female student stood up and said, "Professor, I think the mood is emotion"

Gao Hou nodded, noncommittal, glanced at the audience, and saw that no one spoke, so he smiled: "Artistic conception is a very virtual thing, everyone's understanding is not the same, and I don't have to say my explanation, because the most critical thing is that language can't express, you just need to know that whether a poem has an artistic conception, that is, whether you have been touched after reading it, and are affected by the feelings in the poem, that is to say, a modern poem, you will forget it after reading it, and there is no impact at all before and after reading, Then don't talk about any artistic conception in this poem, on the contrary, after reading a poem, you always feel that there is something more in your heart, that is a good poem, even if others say it is a bad poem, but as long as the feelings of the poem move you, it is a good poem! ”

As soon as Gao Hou finished speaking, a classmate asked, "Professor, in fact, I still don't understand what you said, can you be more specific?" ”

"Okay, everyone has learned before, the artistic conception is expressed through imagery, specifically, after you read a poem, do you remember some pictures in your mind, if so, then it proves that you have entered the artistic conception of the poem, let me give you an example, which is the most popular modern poem now, everyone should know"

Tang Mengjie raised her hand high: "Of course, it's the song "Life" of Shuren"

Everyone nodded, obviously agreeing with her statement, who doesn't know the one-word poem.

Gao Hou nodded to Tang Mengjie and answered the question: "Okay, just tell me what came to mind when you first read the poem "Life"? ”

Tang Mengjie paused for a moment and replied: "The first picture I thought of at that time was a big white net with countless people struggling on it!" ”

Gao Hou smiled: "Then it proves that this is a good poem and makes you empathize, do other students feel the same way?" ”

Almost all of them raised their hands.

"It seems that Su Wenjia really wrote a good poem!" Gao Hou didn't forget to tease, but Su Mo was very useful.

Clearing his throat, Gao Hou said again: "Then the question is, how to write a poem with a sense of meaning, that is, a good poem"

Without waiting for the student to answer, he sighed: "The reality is that writing poetry depends on two things, talent and inspiration, apart from these two things, even if a person writes a hundred poems a day, he can't write a good poem!" ”

"We don't talk about it, the most important thing in writing poetry is inspiration, how does inspiration come from, sometimes it is the accumulation of life, but it is often so flashy, and feelings gush out, so if you meet this kind of moment, you must write down what you want in your heart, don't care about anything else, just write down the most primitive impulse, such as me, now I have a flash of inspiration, I got two lines of poetry, do you want to listen to it?"

Everyone was in high spirits and coaxed to listen.

Gao Hou brewed feelings, his face was solemn, and there seemed to be some sadness, and he spoke:

"Ah......h

A long sigh tugged at the hearts of the listeners, and Gao Wenzong must have come up with some excellent sentence.

"Ahh

Poof!

A large number of people fell in the audience, and everyone laughed, is this also a poem? Professor Gao is too!

Gao Hou suddenly smiled and said: "Just kidding everyone, I can still get a little bit of poetry appreciation, I really can't write poetry, but-"

He suddenly lengthened his voice, pointed at Su Mo in the audience, and said with a smile: "But there is a big poet sitting in our audience, do you want to listen to his poems?" ”

Nonsense, that's for sure!

The students inside and outside were frantically heckling, asking the tree man to compose a poem on the spot, and the sound could tear down the roof.

Su Mo was extremely speechless, originally thought that the excitement of Old Man Gao's lecture had forgotten him, who knew that he would be pitted here, he quickly refused: "As Professor Gao just said, writing poetry requires inspiration, but now I have no inspiration at all."

Who knew that Gao Hou was very scoundrel and said: "I said this? Do you think that if you don't make a poem, the students of Beijing University will let you go? Students, aren't they? ”

"Yes!" Everyone spoke in unison.

I'll go, this old man is still shameless, Su Mo felt that his weak heart was hurt, paused, and said: "In this case, I also thought of two lines of poetry, just to be able to take over the first two sentences of Professor Gao just now"

"The horse has four legs, the sea is full of water, the professor has a mouth, and Su Mo is scared into a ghost!"

This humorous answer caused everyone to laugh, Su Mo secretly wiped a cold sweat, and secretly said that this should be fine.

But Jiang was still old and spicy, Gao Hou shook his head and said: "Yes, thank you for completing my poems, I will have a masterpiece in the future, but you still have to make your own poems?!" ”

Su Mo almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and thought of another reason: "But I'm really uninspired now, what inspiration can I have here?" ”

"Then let's go out and find inspiration now!" Gao Hou said with a smile.

Is that okay?!

"There is still a little time to get out of class, so I will accompany the great poet Su Wenjia to go outside for a walk and find inspiration, don't you come along," Gao Hou said to the students.

After speaking, Gao Hou really pulled Su Mo out of the classroom, as for what he said, don't follow, only a fool will do it.

So there was such a scene on the school road, an old man and a young man strolling in front, and behind him followed by a dense crowd of students, following in the same direction, I don't know which big leader came to inspect it.

At this time, there were only two people, Gao Hou looked at Su Mo's face, and said softly: "You may blame me for forcing you, but in fact, it is for your good, if you can, you can make a poem!" ”

Su Mo suddenly looked at Gao Hou, only to see that his expression was serious and serious, and he remembered the good of this old man, he believed him, so he nodded.

The two took the crowd to browse the beautiful scenery of Beijing University, and soon they came to Weiming Lake, although it is not a good season for greenery and quiet lake, but the autumn is full of gardens, the flowing water is still the same, the breeze is coming slowly, the sky is vast and far, which makes people feel happy and happy.

And what is even more fascinating is that there is a woman standing on the white stone bridge, looking at the past from afar, I saw that she was wearing a white embroidered cheongsam, green silk like ink, and wearing a coat on her upper body.

This picture made Su Mo's heart move, suddenly raised his left hand, his tall eyes lit up, and he made a "shhhh

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,

The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

The moon adorns your windows,

You decorate other people's dreams. ”

Su Mo groaned slowly, and everyone who heard it was shocked!