"Ladies and gentlemen, today I am here to give you a poetry appreciation class and appreciate a poem that the teacher recently discovered!" Standing on the podium, Wang Run did not have the flush that she had on the bed last night, but still maintained her indifferent, fairy-like aura and appearance, teaching to the students in the audience.

Compared with the indifference on the stage, the audience is much more lively, and the classroom, which can only accommodate one class and about 20 students, is now crammed into nearly 100 people.

In addition to the students who attended the class themselves, there were also a large number of other students who tried their best to squeeze in and observe. And these students are not ordinary people, they are all signed authors.

Among them, there are even many signed authors who have entered the official rank, and in Jingqing City, they are all absolute high-level combat power, but at this moment, they are all obediently sitting below as students.

Although a large part of the reason for this is because Wang Run's appearance is quite capable of playing, but more importantly, Wang Run's literary appreciation course is indeed very useful, many signed authors at the official level have improved after taking her class, the writing has become a lot better, and the number of readers has also increased, these are real progress, which naturally attracted the attention of many signed authors, and tried every means to squeeze in to listen to the lecture.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the classroom, because a man about 30 years old walked in, and when he saw this man, many people had surprised expressions on their faces, as if they didn't expect this person to appear too.

"Are you ......" Seeing the commotion in the classroom, Wang Run also looked at the man who suddenly appeared with some surprise.

"Teacher Wang, you don't have to care about my identity, I'm just an ordinary student to listen to today!" The man said with a gentle smile, an amiable look.

"So...... Who are you? Wang Run's somewhat dazed rhetorical question made the man's expression suddenly a little embarrassed, as if he hadn't thought about Wang Run's fact that he didn't know his identity, so he could only say helplessly, "Li San smiled again." ”

"Li San smiled, it's actually him!" Hearing the name, one of the contracted authors in the audience exclaimed.

"Hey, don't you say this kind of standard passerby background board lines in my novels, okay?" Another author friend next to him complained helplessly.

"Ahem, okay, but I didn't expect this person to be Li Sanxiao, the author who wrote "The God of Madness"!" The classmate sighed.

"What, he's the author of the Mad God? It is the existence of one book into the official title and the second book into the holy title! ”

"I haven't entered the holy title yet, but it's almost there, it is said that his "God of Madness" is about to enter the final peak chapter, the protagonist is going to impact the position of the main god, and all the opponents are plotting to kill him at this moment, and when the climax of this plot breaks out, it is time for him to enter the holy title by impact!"

"Damn, if he really succeeds, then he will be the youngest saint in the last 50 years, and he is only in his early thirties!" Everyone sighed one after another, it turned out that this Li Sanxiao was the author of the recently extremely popular "God of Madness", and a fierce man who was going to directly impact the holy title with a book.

"Hello!" Hearing Li Sanxiao's identity, Wang Run didn't change his expression too much, after all, there were once authors of the Holy Title who came to listen to her class, not to mention Li Sanxiao, who had not yet entered the Holy Title.

"Today I want to take you to appreciate this poem called "Watching the Sea", his author called it Yuefu poem, I will read it to you first!" Wang Run projected Guancanghai onto the electronic screen behind him, and at the same time read out the whole poem in an emotional voice.

“

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea

The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging

The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging

The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it

The stars are splendid, if out of it

Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song

”

I have to admit that Wang Run's attainments in poetry are indeed extremely high, plus she has read through the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and knows Cao Cao's state of mind when writing this poem, so when she reads it, she has completely integrated her own feelings.

At the same time, I believe that many people have an experience, that is, when they see an ancient poem, even if they don't know what kind of story is behind the ancient poem, and even some obscure allusions can't be understood.

But when you read "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes", you can instinctively feel the sadness of the hero's early death.

When I read "How sad can you be, just like a river flowing eastward", you can feel the helplessness of "helpless spring to go".

When you read "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky", you can also feel the heroism that rises to the sky, this is the unique charm of ancient poetry, as long as you can master the Chinese proficiently, you can feel an indescribable spiritual vibration through ancient poetry.

So when Wang Run read out the poem "Watching the Sea" to everyone in the classroom, even if everyone had never read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and they couldn't even understand many words in it, such as what Jieshi was and what the hell was Zhuzhi, but when the sun and the moon and the stars came out together, the shock of seeing the entire starry sky leaping up from the sea still made everyone's hearts beat constantly.

Wang Run has also shared many classic poems with them before, but there has never been a poem that has shocked them like now.

Then Wang Run began to analyze the meaning of each sentence to them one by one, explaining that this general led the army to the border of the sea, and looked at the heroic feelings bursting out of the endless sea, etc.

Wang Run's literary level is indeed extremely high, and what she said about Guancanghai touched the emotions of countless people on the scene, so that in the end, the air in the entire room seemed to be vibrating.

"Contextual Naruto!" Many authors suddenly exclaimed, it turned out that the air in the room was really vibrating, and the reason was that the power of reading the text in the bodies of the current contracted authors began to resonate at the same time, and finally the phenomenon of the literary context was generated.

"Isn't this a phenomenon that only happens when the author is contracted to fight together? How it happened in class! Some authors exclaimed.

"Unless this poem affects everyone's emotions at the same time, so that everyone's emotions are at the same point, so as to vibrate everyone's reading power at the same time, so as to trigger the context of the text!!" There was a well-informed old author who said in a deep voice.

"Can a poem trigger a contextual resonance? That's! "Many authors think it's incredible, but the reality is that such a rare situation as Wenxiang Mingtiao actually happened.

At the scene, some authors immediately got up and began to report the matter to the senior management of the Academy of Literature, and Wang Run also sensed that the situation was wrong, and immediately stopped the lecture, and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for coming to my last class. ”

"What?" The students had not yet reacted to the phenomenon of the cultural context that had just occurred, but they heard shocking news again.

"Teacher, what do you mean by that? What is the last class called? A student asked excitedly.

"Literally!" Wang Run said calmly: "The teacher has always told you that the teacher's biggest dream is to be able to pursue the ultimate in poetry. ”

"The teacher once arrogantly thought that he had reached the extreme of poetry, and there was no way forward. But just a few days ago, the teacher understood his shallowness, and at the same time understood where the true extreme of poetry is, and the direction in which he should go. ”

"The teacher has already submitted a resignation request to the school, so the next step is to leave the classroom and go to a place where he can further study poetry, until the teacher can also write poems like Guan Canghai!"

"Thank you students for your support and affirmation of the teachers these days, thank you!" Wang Run bowed deeply to all the students, and then left the classroom without looking back.