Professor Zhuang bowed his head in contemplation.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

It's obviously a very warm image when you read the words, but why is it so sad to listen to this voice?

Professor Zhuang bowed his head and was silent, and the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became solemn.

The students also seem to realize that this poem does not seem to be as warm and bright as they think?

Lin Su had just woken up from the atmosphere in the poem and found that the scene was silent.

Or bow your head in contemplation.

Or watch her think.

Or staring at Professor Zhuang.

Lin Su sat down, and began to recall the poem in his mind.

This poem is really not as simple and bright as this, everyone says that "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is the brightest and warmest poem in Haizi's poems.

Indeed, there are many promising words in this poem compared to the rest of the poems......

However, the story behind this poem, as well as the time of its creation, are particularly ingenious.

The poem was written more than two months before Haizi committed suicide by lying on the rails.

The creative opportunity may also contain elements of "love poetry", and "sea" may also have specific references.

For some time before her death, Haizi maintained a friendly correspondence with her first girlfriend, who had broken up.

"The sea" may be related to his first girlfriend on the other side of the Pacific.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

The poems that bring warmth to everyone are in the warm spring, hiding the message of winter—a faint pain of danger and sadness.

Everything starts from tomorrow, and tomorrow, where is the poet?

He blessed every stranger, but he took it with him.

The happiness of the world has nothing to do with Haizi in the end, and 'Spring Blossoms' is just a gift from the poet before leaving. ”

The warmth left to the world has nothing to do with him.

When everyone was still silent, Lin Su took out an A4 piece of paper from his bag and wrote down the complete poem.

The signature is Haizi.

In the classroom of Nuo University, it seemed that only the rustle of Lin Su's writing could be heard, and the silence was a little terrifying.

Lin Su raised his eyes and met Professor Zhuang's deep gaze.

Professor Zhuang looked at Lin Su and paused for a long time before he spoke, "This poem obviously looks so warm, pure and bright, but why is your voice so sad?" ”

Lin Su was thinking, and Professor Zhuang asked sincerely.

At first glance, this poem seems to be a sincere wish for people in a simple and cheerful way.

It was warm.

But......

Lin Su said after pondering, "Facing the sea, the spring flowers are indeed in my impression, which can be regarded as a warm poem, but it can also be interpreted as a different meaning. ”

The poem is divided into three sections, the first of which has a verb of action, the second of which is to tell, and the third of which is a blessing. The beginning of the three stanzas is an imperative sentence, a combination of desire and action, but at the end of the poem, there is only a wish: facing the sea, the spring flowers bloom. ”

This poem has always emphasized that from tomorrow, "from tomorrow, be a happy person", this poem hides, the denial of today.

Tomorrow, I want to be a happy person, but today I am not happy.

Moreover, tomorrow is a tomorrow in time, a tomorrow that will never come, and it is not known who will come first tomorrow or accidents. ”

Lin Su said slowly.

There are many, many interpretations of this poem, for example, spring blossoms, which is a narration of time, but the poet uses the seasons to describe a house, so that this time is frozen in space, and time is spatialized.

Like what......

As soon as Lin Su finished speaking, the classroom burst into crazy applause.

It was Professor Zhuang, who was sitting in the front, who led the students to applaud wildly, a little obsessed.

Suddenly smiled bitterly, "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming." ”

"Hahahaha."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"It's a wonderful poem."

"Since we are talking about modern poetry in this class, this poem is also considered to be the category of modern poetry, and it happens to be spring."

"Why don't we ask this classmate to talk about this poem in detail?"

"By the way, what do you call this classmate?"

"Haizi." After Lin Su hesitated, he reported his pen name.

Anyway...... No one prescribes, a writer is not allowed to have many pen names!!

Lin Su smiled and shook his head, "There are also poems, with fantasy colors, if you say it directly, this poem will have no point in researching." ”

Professor Zhuang on the podium suddenly laughed.

"In that case, I'm here with the original author, and I'll be ugly."

"Let me tell you what I know about this poem."

Before Lin Su could speak, Professor Zhuang in front of him had a straight look and a serious expression.

"This poem, if you don't explain it clearly, I'm afraid you won't be able to understand why some people can get full marks at the end of the term!!"

As soon as Professor Zhuang finished speaking, the sound of gasping instantly sounded in the classroom.

This is......

Among Professor Zhuang's students, the first student who did not need to take the exam and got a perfect score at the end of the semester appeared?

"! What a cow this man is! ”

"No, in this class, Professor Zhuang originally wanted to talk about the most famous love poem "You" written by the most famous love saint in the past hundred years, and the interpretation of this poem has also become the characteristic of Professor Zhuang's class.

"I'll go, really?"

"Didn't you see that there were a lot of new faces in this class?"

"This poem, is it really awesome?"

“……”

There was a noisy sound at the scene, and Lin Su only heard that sentence, and did not point it out.

"Wait? You say this class, you won't name names? ”

Ah, no.

Lin Su only felt that his brain was buzzing.

This lesson, no roll call!!

Lost.

Lin Su couldn't help but hold his forehead, his brain was a little heavy, and his neck couldn't support it.

The CPU is almost burned out, and I don't even understand why......

Don't name names?!

The teacher on the podium is still explaining.

These are the first feelings I felt when I heard this poem, warm and beautiful. After listening to Haizi's interpretation, I had a new idea.

It is true that the happiness that starts tomorrow wishes others a bright future, but in the end, it becomes only a wish to face the sea and bloom in spring...... How simple.

The "wish" from tomorrow is an affirmation of reality, but at the same time it implies a denial of tomorrow.

If today's unhappiness is deplorable, then the denial of tomorrow is the real tragedy.

The happiness that begins tomorrow should be as a light that illuminates today, passing away like lightning in poetry, it cannot warm the world, it cannot warm strangers, nor can it illuminate the journey that I have dimmed. ”

"So, it's a very warm poem when I hear it at first, but I can feel the depression in it, and the silence ......"

Professor Zhuang on the podium is still output.

"This is one of the ways to write poetry, you must remember it, of course, this Haizi classmate is an exception."

"This Haizi classmate is exceptional......"

It seems to have been engraved into every sentence of Professor Zhuang.

Today's first update~

Ahhh Suddenly, I found that the full-time attendance system seemed to have changed again, and I was annoyed, and there seemed to be no rewards in the future.

I think the Buddha system has been updated, and there are 4,000 more per day, and I still owe one more.