After a class, Meng Haoran talked about going with the flow and feeling life throughout the whole text, so as to create good poems.

There has never been any artistic product that can be written through oppression and numbness, it is all inspired by the love of life and freedom.

Look at the oppressed people, one by one, they can only do the work they don't like, and their faces are full of numbness.

Can such a person create good works?

Of course, there are also poets who have been oppressed, but they have not become numb and enjoy themselves from the oppression, but have constantly resisted, and the unwillingness in their hearts has been so strong from beginning to end.

Of course, these are too esoteric for children and too hypocritical for parents.

However, Lin Fang understood a lot, looked at the green scenery in the distance, and muttered: "Life, freedom." ”

"It's like I've been experiencing life for decades!"

Although Lin Fang can't write poetry now, he does feel much more relaxed, and he doesn't have those troubles on earth.

As the first class ended, the first group of students left the live broadcast room, and the second group of students joined in.

It's still the same content as before, after all, there are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same end.

That's the reason, but different people do feel different after hearing it.

When Meng Haoran was lecturing, Wang Hao, who was quietly watching the live broadcast room, raised his head in vain and shouted: "Teacher, you just said that Meng Haoran explained a certain poem when he wrote "Spring Dawn", and some people expressed different thoughts from you, but Meng Haoran didn't think so at all. ”

"Wang Hao!"

Sun Qian frowned slightly, and didn't have a good face for this student who was usually naughty and mischievous, and immediately said: "Do you still know Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"? Don't you like to study?"

"Teacher, why don't I zoom in on the screen and you argue with the man himself?" Wang Hao grinned.

"Who, so bite, and refute the teacher's explanation. ”

"That's it, that's the idea that the former teacher heard Meng Haoran say with his own ears, and then passed down from generation to generation, and someone dared to oppose Meng Haoran's idea, it's really funny. ”

"Don't talk, the teacher has come to see it, let's eat melons quietly." ”

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Sun Qian glared at the classmates who were whispering in the class, and then looked at Wang Hao, "Okay! You have to argue with me, right, if you lose, you will punish me for copying "Spring Dawn" a thousand times, and then write me 500 words for checking." ”

"Ah!" Wang Hao suddenly had a bitter face, he never expected to trap himself in, and immediately could only secretly say in his heart: "Old Meng, you can give me some strength." ”

Although there was a little more uneasiness in his heart, Wang Hao still projected the live broadcast on his mobile phone onto the big screen.

"When I wrote the poem, I basically didn't think about anything, I just played at will, and when I felt that I was not aware of spring sleep, I naturally thought of the poem 'Spring sleep is not aware', and when I saw Wuzhi Mountain, I naturally thought of 'five peaks are connected by fingers'. ”

A teenager dressed in Hanfu appeared on the screen and immediately stunned many students.

"Is this student cospy?"

"So handsome Zhengtai, I want him to be my boyfriend. ”

"Xiaoxi, isn't your boyfriend me?"

"You don't buy me lollipops to eat, you want me to buy them for you all day long, I don't want you to be my boyfriend. Let's break up. ”

"Break up, break up, the next one will be better. Hmph!"

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There was a commotion in the classroom, and Sun Qian frowned when she heard this, and immediately slapped the podium table, "Quiet! Give me silence! If anyone is talking, leave me after school this afternoon to memorize ancient poems." ”

Suddenly, the entire classroom suddenly fell silent, and all the students were silent, staring at Sun Qian with wide eyes, and no longer dared to speak.

Sun Qian exhaled at this time, frowning and looking at the teenager on the screen, "This is the person you said who objected to my explanation?" It seems that it is a child of the same age as you, and if you don't study well all day, you know cospy." ”

"Teacher, you contradict him!"

Wang Hao coaxed.

Seeing this, Sun Qian immediately typed on the keyboard under the podium table, "This kid, I don't dare agree with your concept. ”

"Agree, agree, agree. ”

Sun Qian was afraid that the other party would not understand the meaning of this idiom, so she explained it to the other party very understandingly, and immediately said: "If you don't think about anything, the poems you write must be empty and boring, and it is impossible to write good poems at all." ”

Meng Haoran, who was lecturing, frowned slightly, and then said: "This classmate may not have seen what I said before, write poems and memorize poems first, and then comprehend nature and life, and finally be able to achieve casual and express the thoughts in his heart in the form of poems in one go." ”

"How many poems can you memorize to reach the point you say, and what nature is even more ethereal. ”

Sun Qian is a pragmatist, and she scoffs at Meng Haoran's freewheeling thoughts.

Meng Haoran didn't understand why this person always refuted himself, but he didn't care too much about "how many songs you can memorize, there is no limit."

Life is in the process of continuous learning, young children learn to play, learn to read, young people learn to work, old people learn to understand life, people are learning all their lives, why should the endorsement be divided into how many songs?"

"Isn't it true that you can continue to grow and create better works by constantly appreciating new poems?"

"I know, live and learn. I said it numbly. “

"I feel that I used to live too depressed, all day long for studying, grades, in order to catch up with homework, listening to Mr. Meng's words, I suddenly woke up, I already plan to go to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion, to understand nature. “

"I want to go too, can we go with us then?"

"You're crazy, if you don't have a good university or a diploma, your life will be ruined. “

"Hehe, only a small number of people can be admitted to college, and the number of places is limited there, you have to squeeze half of your opponents down, and you have to compete with the other half after work, and finally get a hard salary, and then start to pay for the family, you can see the end at a glance, what is the meaning of such a life?

I decided to go with the flow of this college entrance examination, passing the test is luck, failing the test is fate, and when the time comes, it is a big deal to find a cave to live in seclusion, or travel around the world. “

"Yes, you're too young to understand how we people feel. I failed the college entrance examination and was worried about what to do in the future, but fortunately, after watching this live broadcast, I decided to travel.

Even if you can't study, then go and see the world, and the most important thing is to relax, the burden on your body is too heavy. ”

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Sun Qian was stunned, looked at the barrage information, and wanted to refute it, but for some reason, she actually felt that Meng Haoran was quite reasonable.

I think she has been studying hard for 20 years, and her last month's salary is only a few thousand yuan, why is she so tired.

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