"Please ......"

Before Director Wu finished speaking, a hand was raised in the crowd.

He fixed his eyes and saw that it was a rather handsome young man.

The label on the chest reads 90 sets, Yi Cheng.

He was a little impressed by the name.

But he didn't expect the real person to look a lot better than he imagined.

"I haven't said what the problem is?"

Director Wu was amused by him.

"Guess a poem based on the numbers in the diagram and say the verse." Yi Cheng replied expressionlessly.

The three examiners were slightly stunned.

The original title of this question is actually just to say the name of the poem.

Not demanding enough to be so demanding as he said.

"Hahaha, that's a good point." Director Wu laughed happily, this classmate was more interesting than he imagined, "Then you start answering." ”

"This is the "Letter to the Husband's Family" written by Zhuo Wenjun in the Han Dynasty to Sima Xiangru, also known as "Poems of Resentful Lang""

Yi Cheng returns to:

"After a farewell, the two places hang in the balance.

It is said that it is March and April, but who knows five or six years.

The lyre is played without intention, and the eight-line book cannot be transmitted.

Nine links are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is ready to be pierced!

A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts. In all kinds of helplessness, I resented Lang.

I can't finish talking about thousands of words, and I am bored and rely on ten columns.

Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

In the middle of July, burn incense and candles and ask the sky,

In the middle of June, everyone shook my heart.

In May, the pomegranate is like fire, and it is watered by gusts of cold rain.

In April, the loquat was not yellow, and I was in the mirror, and my heart was disturbed.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water;

Drifting, the kite string is broken in February,

I wish you were a woman and I would be a man. ”

……

After listening to him memorize, everyone suddenly realized.

These people themselves are one in a million poetry experts, and they don't know anything about Zhuo Wenjun's poetry.

Compared with what he said just now, look at the topic again, it couldn't be simpler than simple -

The numbers in this poem match the numbers on the title.

Yi Cheng was deeply impressed by this poem, also because it was closely related to mathematics, and he memorized this poem like a fish in water.

"Damn, who knows, who knows?" A poet said indignantly.

"This poet, pay attention to your words." The examiner gives a reminder.

"Is this a math problem or a literature problem?"

"yes, who would have thought that a string of numbers would be associated with poetry?"

……

Although everyone complained, several examiners knew very well in their hearts -

The main thing is that they haven't finished the topic yet.

If you know that this is to guess a Han Dynasty number poem, then it will be clear at a glance.

"Chinese culture! Bo ~ big ~ fine ~ deep. Teacher Shu Jing responded with a smile, "Our poems are not only for the purpose of expressing the mind, many of them are closely related to daily life, history, economy, agriculture, astronomy and geography, and even mathematics." ”

"This question is about whether people can think of the connection between numbers and poetry.

In fact, looking at the whole of China, up and down 5,000 years of history, only this poem connects the numbers from 1 to 10, 10 to 10, 100 to 100, 100 to 1000, and uses mathematical laws to cleverly echo them. ”

Teacher Shu Jing was intoxicated and amazed when he said this.

"I shouldn't have thought of it."

"yes......"

Hearing the teacher say this, everyone bowed their heads in shame.

Speaking of which, as Mr. Shu Jing said, this poem is unique, skillfully using mathematics to contain poetry and emotion, if you really understand poetry, you should have a high degree of sensitivity.

"Hey, we all fell into a misunderstanding, and our first reaction was that this is not literature but mathematics."

"Yes, yes, subconsciously separate mathematics from literature."

"Sure enough, it's still not strong......

"If you want to blame it......"

Several people looked at Yi Cheng, and some words were not said to his face.

It's only this kid who is too fast.

The young lady of the Republic of China was secretly frightened by Yi Cheng-

This kid's performance just now was almost the same as in the waiting room, and she remembered that this boy didn't even know a lot of basic cultural knowledge at that time.

At this moment, there was a sudden sensation......

It's not good, I fell for someone else's trick of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

This pair of black-bellied men and women is really hateful, hateful.

"Okay," Director Wu motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Since Mr. Shu Jing said this very famous number poem by Zhuo Wenjun just now, then I will send you an additional test question, and if you answer correctly, you will be counted as 5 points, and if you answer wrong, you will be deducted 5 points?" ”

When everyone heard that there were additional test questions, they couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Teacher, just say it."

A teenage student shouted.

Director Wu was happy when he heard others call him a teacher.

This is the result of having too many classes and seeing everyone as a teacher.

"Well, to continue the topic just now, who can name another poem with numbers from 1 to 10?"

Brush!

Yi Cheng's hand was raised again.

Director Wu didn't want to order him.

After all, this guy has already won 10 points just now, and this 5-point question is meant to be given to others.

But—

After looking around, except for Yi Cheng, who raised his hand in a unique manner, everyone else was silent.

Ten seconds later, it was still the same situation.

Director Wu took a deep breath and nodded helplessly.

"Okay, you can say it."

"One goes to two or three miles, and there are four or five houses in Yan Village.

There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers. ”

After Yi Cheng finished speaking, he concluded, "This is "Mountain Village Yonghuai" written by Shao Yong in the Song Dynasty"

"Ahh~~"

The crowd cried out with remorse and bitterness.

This thing is on the lips, but I can't remember it.

But as soon as Yi Cheng said it, they all remembered it immediately.

A six-year-old child was so anxious to come here that his eyes were full of tears, and he was about to cry.

"I said it earlier, but I can't say it."

"One-two-three-four-onetwo-three-four is like a song, every time I come here, I hit the wall."

"I just remembered the one, two, three, four, and four, three, two, and one of the original wonders, but I forgot this mountain village song."

……

"Ahem." Director Wu coughed twice and laughed awkwardly, "Everyone is a little nervous, and it is inevitable that they will not be able to remember, which is normal." Let's just try harder. ”

After he finished comforting, he continued to show the next picture:

The figure is divided into two parts, the lower part is the refraction diagram of light in different media, which is very simple high school physics knowledge.

The upper part depicts fish, dragons, clouds, and pavilions.

On the seashore stood an ancient man wearing a hat with two long ears, looking out into the air.

The picture shows that in less than 1 second -

Yi Cheng raised his hand.

"Why are you again?" Everyone's eyes were focused.

"I haven't said anything yet." Director Wu was a little uncomfortable.

"Light travels in different media, but it forms a wonderful refraction phenomenon in the atmosphere, allowing us to see the house in the sky, which is the very famous mirage phenomenon."

Yi Cheng said quickly.

"So what?" Director Wu looked at him with a smile.

Mirage is right, but there are so many poems written about mirages in history, how can you be sure which one it is?

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