"The sky is cold and green, and the north wind is called dry mulberry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Thick ice without cracks, short days with cold light. Lu Tianxi first memorized a poem by Meng Jiao.

One after another, everyone recited poems describing the winter, including "the north wind swept the white grass and folded", "the wind and snow returned to the people at night", "thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of paths and people disappeared", "the snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces are blown down Xuanyuan Terrace" and other famous sentences.

This kind of wordplay is too superficial for college students.

Wu Rui smiled slightly, "This is too easy, add a restriction - you can only recite foreign poems!" ”

"It's more difficult!"

"Liberal arts students have too many advantages, it's not fair!"

""Ode to the West Wind" belongs to everyone, it can't be counted!"

The challenge increased, and the enthusiasm of the crowd was aroused.

"What's so hard about that!"

Ling Feng, a philosophy major, has read a lot of Western literature, and the first one is Pushkin's "To the Prisoner of Simberia", which is very relevant to the situation of revolutionaries.

“……

Heavy shackles will fall,

The prison of darkness will fall,

Liberty will greet you with joy at the door,

The brethren will give you the sword. ”

Lingfeng's theme was well chosen, and a short poem won applause.

Wu Rui also recited a poem of Emerson's "Blizzard", which attracted applause from everyone.

Yang Yuheng was inspired and remembered Pei Duofei's "The Storm is Still", although it was not very pertinent, it barely passed.

Next, Pei Duofei's "smooth snow, sledding speed" was also used by Luo Shili to make up the numbers.

Not to be outdone, the girls recited Hugo's "Night", Xu Jingjing followed Hugo's "Storm", and Li Xiaoxia immediately picked up Turgenev's "On the Road......

These college students are genuine, have a wide range of readings, and recite one after another, or directly, or implicitly, or passionately, and the emotions contained in the poems baptize every reciter and infect every audience.

When it was Jin Tong's turn, he muttered for a moment.

"Is it okay to write it yourself?"

It's not that Jin Tong is thin and shallow, but he has a creative plan and is about to take the opportunity to perform, and plagiarism will not be obtrusive in the future.

Lu Tianxi refused to let him go, "Of course not!" Brother Ye Fengxian, if you can't recite it, you will blow yourself up! ”

Everyone looked at Jin Tong curiously to see how he responded.

Jin Tong sighed deliberately, "Okay, then I'll still recite a poem by the poetess Dickinson of the United States-

We have a dark night to endure—

We have a dawn --

We have a joyful void to fill.

We have a hatred of-

A star here and a star there,

Some, lost their way!

A fog here and a fog there,

Then, sunshine! ”

Everyone carefully tasted it, only to feel that the poems were concise and graceful, and the imagery was fresh, but the name Dickinson had never been heard, and they couldn't help but hesitate in their hearts.

After a moment of silence, Wu Rui asked, "Who is Dickinson?" ”

"Yes," Lu Tianxi was also a little skeptical, "You didn't make it up, did you?" ”

Jin Tong was stunned. Dickinson was a nineteenth-century poet with more than a thousand poems, why hasn't anyone heard of it?

But after he wore his soul, all the details of his past life memory became a meticulous "long-term memory", and after a little thought, he understood the cause and effect.

At the age of twenty-five, Dickinson began to abandon social interaction, closed his door like a hermit, buried himself in solitude and wrote poems for 30 years, only seven poems were published during his lifetime, and only after his death did relatives and friends select and compile posthumous poems for publication, the print run was not high, the influence was not great, and it was gradually forgotten until the rise of modern poetry in the United States, she was warmly sought after as a pioneer of modern poetry.

In this way, Dickinson is not very famous, and no collection of her poems has been translated and published in China. I happened to read an English original brought by an innkeeper from the United States, and translated it myself. Jin Tong lied.

"I see," Cao Dong relieved, "I will have the opportunity to buy a copy of Dickinson's poems in the future." ”

"You really didn't write it yourself?" Lu Tianxi was still a little unconvinced, "It's really what you wrote, and there's nothing to be embarrassed to admit......"

"Not really!" Jin Tong desperately denied that he had a large number of "future" poems to plagiarize, so why bother to take the works of his predecessors in this world.

"And what about the poems you just said?" Wu Rui asked with interest.

Jin Tong opened his pocket watch, looked at the time, and did not answer.

"At ten o'clock, it's time for a night patrol."

He tucked his pocket watch into his pocket and got up to look out into the deep night.

"This poem is called 'A Generation.'" Jin Tong put on his coat and hat and carried a gun.

He lifted the tent curtain and let the cold wind blow in, and recited in a subdued voice: "The night has given me black eyes, but I have used them to find light." ”

After saying eighteen words, he stooped out of the tent, leaving behind the thick curtain of surprise and praise from the crowd.

No one expected the poem to be so short, but everyone appreciated the explosive power contained in the poem.

In another world, the night represents a "decade of catastrophe", but the text sublimates its vast theme and adds to the charm of the symbol. The capacity of poetry expands infinitely by the magic of art.

Qu Yuan, Du Fu, Lu Xun and other characters of different eras can see the image of "a generation" transcending time and space, they all survive in the "dark night", and they all have particularly keen "black eyes".

For readers of this world, the night can be replaced, specifically referring to the era of the great rebellion of the people's hearts described in the book "Heaven and Earth Are Unkind"; It can also be regarded as the cry of the current revolution at a low ebb and the pursuit of social progress!

Thinking and expression, form and content, title and poetry are all fused into these 18 words, and the simple language and persistent pursuit have reached a perfect unity, this deep and chic sentence has detonated the common emotions of a generation!

With a gun on his back, Jin Tong walked around the camp and vaguely heard the arguments inside the tent.

Jin Tong could probably guess what they would say, and in fact, the other world had so much commentary on the poem that he was interested in the reactions of the revolutionaries.

It didn't take long for Wu Rui to come out of the tent, he found Jin Tong, held his hands, looked into his eyes, and said solemnly: "Thank you!" ”

The revolutionaries saw the poem as an encouragement and an expectation for them, calling on them to shoulder the heavy responsibility of finding light.

Jin Tong nodded and said briefly: "Encouragement!" ”

Wu Rui also said "encouragement", looked up at the sky where there were only a few stars, and turned back to the tent.

It's so cold outside! He forgot to put on his hat.

Before eleven o'clock, everyone fell asleep, Yuan Wending and Martin slept near the tent door, and Lu Tianxi slept next door to the girls' area with a gun.

At twelve o'clock, adding firewood to the earth dragon, Jin Tong returned to the tent, woke up Mao Zhigang, who was on duty, and handed over the gun and pocket watch.

He spread out the bedding at the bunk closest to the door, and without taking off his coat, he fell asleep.

The night was cold and heavy, I don't know how long it took, the dogs barked one after another, Jin Tong was disturbed to sleep, angrily pulled up the quilt, wrapped his head, and gradually fell asleep.

Suddenly, his left hand ached, as if he was pinched by a girl's long nails, and he heard a heavy wheezing in his ears, Jin Tong didn't bother to open his eyes, and reached over with his right hand to touch his left hand, but he touched a furry thing.

He felt a thrill in his heart, and he instantly sobered up.

That's not a girl's nail, it's a claw!

Because they were afraid of dogs running around, they tied up all the hounds, so they were not dog paws.

So...... Jin Tong's mind was racing.

It's a wolf!

He realized that the situation was critical, and a wolf was grabbing the edge of his bunk, one paw on him, and the other on his hand that was leaking out of the covers.

The wolf wanted to bite, but because he covered his head with the quilt, he couldn't get his mouth down and was snorting and panting.

Jin Tong's throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

Every second seemed like an hour, and he shouted to himself inwardly: Don't panic! Don't panic! Breathe deeply!

Slowly, he adjusted his breathing to calm himself down, and then decided to call for help, shouting "There are wolves!" under the covers. ”

The sound came out of the quilt muffled, but it still woke up a person.

Wu Rui jumped up.

In order to save fuel, the kerosene lamp had long been extinguished, and he could not see the situation clearly, so he rushed out of the tent barefoot.

Before the few people who woke up one after another could figure out what was going on, Wu Rui rushed back with half a burning firewood.

A wolf stepped on Jin Tong!

Wu Rui swallowed his saliva and waved his torch, trying to drive the wolf away. But the wolf was unmoved, and let out a terrible growl.

"Lu Tianxi, get a gun!" Wu Rui shouted.

One of the two guns was in the hands of the watchman, and the other was handed over to Lu Tianxi to protect the girl.

Now that the attendant is nowhere to be found, Lu Tianxi is even more sleepy and has not woken up at all.

In a hurry, a small figure lifted the curtain and walked out of the girls' area, it was Jin Jing in rabbit one-piece pajamas!

She held a revolver, held it with both hands, and pulled the trigger steadily.

"Bang!"

The wolf's head burst out with a bloody flower and fell in response!

The crowd, awakened by the sound of gunfire, got up one after another.

When Jin Tong heard the gunshot, he felt that his body sank. He understood that someone had shot the wolf, so he immediately jumped up, lifted the quilt and wrapped the wolf, and shouted, "Catch it!" ”

He clung to the wolf's corpse, and for a while he couldn't hear any sound, then turned his head to look at the stunned crowd, "What's wrong?" Why don't you speak? ”

The tent door was opened again, and Mao Zhigang, who was on duty, ran in with a gun, "Who shot?" Who shoots! ”

Wu Rui pointed at Jin Jing with a calm face, "Sister Jin Tong." ”

Only then did Jin Tong see the revolver in his sister's hand.

The firewood burned peel and peeled, and in the firelight, Jin Tong saw clearly that it was his father's gun.

After his father's death, the gun was collected by his mother, and he thought that he was led by the military police when he raided the house, but he didn't expect Jin Jing to ......!

First a pocket watch, then a revolver, how many things is this little girl hiding?

Inside the tent, boys and girls put on their coats haphazardly and gathered around.

After asking the ins and outs, everyone was in awe of Jin Jing.

An eleven-year-old girl, after waking up in the middle of the night, calmed down, killed the wolf with one shot, and saved her brother, this is a legend!

PS: Jing Jing will definitely become a good sniper.