Chapter 35 15
A male teacher is explaining Li Shangyin's poems - "Jin Se" is Li Shangyin's masterpiece, and poet lovers from ancient to modern times are all happy to chant it, and it is the most famous.However, it is also a poem with a deeper meaning.Since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, there have been many speculations and no consensus.Next, I will read this poem first:
Zither has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column think of Huanian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos. There are tears in the moon and pearl in the sea, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.
The classroom was almost full.However, the students are not young students in their late teens or twenties, but men and women who should have been successful in their jobs.Quite a few were in overalls.It could be seen that they came directly from the class.They listened very carefully, their eyes full of eagerness for knowledge.Someone in the back row was listening and gnawing sesame seed cakes——Zhang Mengduan was sitting among them... Next to Zhang Meng, a man and a woman were whispering. The woman said, "Can you lend me your notes from the last few classes?" The man asked, "Did you miss the last few classes?" "No, I'm here for my husband. He's changed the night shift and won't be able to attend classes this month." The man felt a little sympathetic: "My notes are too messy. It doesn't matter, I will borrow them from others for you." "Thank you so much." The man borrowed notes from Zhang Meng, and Zhang Meng handed over one of his notes. The other party smiled gratefully at Zhang Meng, stuffed something into her hand, she looked down, it was a small bottle of camphor oil.Zhang Meng wiped her temples, and was about to return it to the other party, but was taken by the other hand. Camphor oil was passed from hand to hand. Men and women, Zhang Meng's contemporaries, wiped their temples one after another... A man fell asleep on the table. The person next to him woke him up and handed him camphor oil, but no drips could come out of the vial.Someone quietly handed him the teacup and motioned him to pour some water into the small bottle. He complied.Finally, I poured out the "mixture" of tea and camphor oil from the small bottle, and then wiped the palm of my hand on my face. Looking at all this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but think of Han Debao throwing bean cakes to his classmates in elementary school. The teacher asked seriously: "What happened to the students in the last few rows?" In Zhang Meng's memory, the female elementary school teacher turned into a real male teacher, and the teacher asked, "Is there something wrong with what I said?" A female student stood up and said embarrassedly: "Teacher...not...we...everyone is applying camphor oil..." The teacher nodded: "Understood... There are still people smoking secretly, right?" Several male students secretly pinched their cigarettes out of shame. The teacher said earnestly: "I know that all of you who can sit here are not only the lucky ones among your contemporaries, but also those who have overcome various difficulties. My son and daughter are also your contemporaries. I wish they were lucky enough to sit among you. However, my son was buried in the Great Northern Wilderness, and my daughter was married in the Great Northern Wilderness. Therefore, I feel very special and complicated when I give you lectures. I don’t want to be too demanding on discipline However, everyone must be worthy of this kind of luck... One string and one pillar is like one syllable. The zither has fifty strings, and the syllables are the most complicated. Listening to the pronunciation of the zither, thinking about the past in the past years, the sounds are complicated But the mood is chaotic, and the feeling is unspeakable. Years——the so-called beautiful youth..." Amidst the teacher's narration, Zhang Meng fell into memories again. She recalled the time when she wandered along the Songhua River with the head of the city's "Red Congress" and was condemned by Hao Mei and hostile by Wu Zhenqing and others; Thinking of the situation when she wanted to leave the company and was stopped by Wu Zhenqing and others, and also remembered the various situations that happened between her and Wu Zhenqing in the forest because of fire fighting... Suddenly there was a commotion in the front row of Zhang Meng, which brought her back to reality—it turned out that a mother brought her child to class, and the child developed a high fever.The mother shouted: "Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang! What's wrong with you, Xiaoqiang?" Another female student tried the child's forehead with her hand and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, this child has a high fever!" The mother was about to cry, she seemed to be justifying someone: "I... I didn't notice that he had a high fever...Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang, wake up! Mom is sorry, mom is too selfish..." A male student said: "Why are you crying! Take the child to the hospital!" The teacher stepped off the podium, walked over, and said with emotion, "This is too much! No, I'm not talking about you. I mean, I've wronged the child...Which classmate is going to hail a taxi?" Zhang Meng stood up, she ran down the stairs, ran out of the campus, and stopped a car on the road, the driver shook his head and refused to pull.Just as Zhang Meng was about to drive away, Zhang Meng pulled the door of the car. Some students came with the mother. The mother sat in the car with the child in her arms. The big guys stuffed the money into the mother's hand one by one, and the car drove away in the night. Zhang Meng stopped to watch, and after a long time, she found that there was no one else beside her—she was thinking about something and didn't go back to school.Turned around and went in the opposite direction...
Zither has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column think of Huanian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos. There are tears in the moon and pearl in the sea, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.
The classroom was almost full.However, the students are not young students in their late teens or twenties, but men and women who should have been successful in their jobs.Quite a few were in overalls.It could be seen that they came directly from the class.They listened very carefully, their eyes full of eagerness for knowledge.Someone in the back row was listening and gnawing sesame seed cakes——Zhang Mengduan was sitting among them... Next to Zhang Meng, a man and a woman were whispering. The woman said, "Can you lend me your notes from the last few classes?" The man asked, "Did you miss the last few classes?" "No, I'm here for my husband. He's changed the night shift and won't be able to attend classes this month." The man felt a little sympathetic: "My notes are too messy. It doesn't matter, I will borrow them from others for you." "Thank you so much." The man borrowed notes from Zhang Meng, and Zhang Meng handed over one of his notes. The other party smiled gratefully at Zhang Meng, stuffed something into her hand, she looked down, it was a small bottle of camphor oil.Zhang Meng wiped her temples, and was about to return it to the other party, but was taken by the other hand. Camphor oil was passed from hand to hand. Men and women, Zhang Meng's contemporaries, wiped their temples one after another... A man fell asleep on the table. The person next to him woke him up and handed him camphor oil, but no drips could come out of the vial.Someone quietly handed him the teacup and motioned him to pour some water into the small bottle. He complied.Finally, I poured out the "mixture" of tea and camphor oil from the small bottle, and then wiped the palm of my hand on my face. Looking at all this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but think of Han Debao throwing bean cakes to his classmates in elementary school. The teacher asked seriously: "What happened to the students in the last few rows?" In Zhang Meng's memory, the female elementary school teacher turned into a real male teacher, and the teacher asked, "Is there something wrong with what I said?" A female student stood up and said embarrassedly: "Teacher...not...we...everyone is applying camphor oil..." The teacher nodded: "Understood... There are still people smoking secretly, right?" Several male students secretly pinched their cigarettes out of shame. The teacher said earnestly: "I know that all of you who can sit here are not only the lucky ones among your contemporaries, but also those who have overcome various difficulties. My son and daughter are also your contemporaries. I wish they were lucky enough to sit among you. However, my son was buried in the Great Northern Wilderness, and my daughter was married in the Great Northern Wilderness. Therefore, I feel very special and complicated when I give you lectures. I don’t want to be too demanding on discipline However, everyone must be worthy of this kind of luck... One string and one pillar is like one syllable. The zither has fifty strings, and the syllables are the most complicated. Listening to the pronunciation of the zither, thinking about the past in the past years, the sounds are complicated But the mood is chaotic, and the feeling is unspeakable. Years——the so-called beautiful youth..." Amidst the teacher's narration, Zhang Meng fell into memories again. She recalled the time when she wandered along the Songhua River with the head of the city's "Red Congress" and was condemned by Hao Mei and hostile by Wu Zhenqing and others; Thinking of the situation when she wanted to leave the company and was stopped by Wu Zhenqing and others, and also remembered the various situations that happened between her and Wu Zhenqing in the forest because of fire fighting... Suddenly there was a commotion in the front row of Zhang Meng, which brought her back to reality—it turned out that a mother brought her child to class, and the child developed a high fever.The mother shouted: "Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang! What's wrong with you, Xiaoqiang?" Another female student tried the child's forehead with her hand and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, this child has a high fever!" The mother was about to cry, she seemed to be justifying someone: "I... I didn't notice that he had a high fever...Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang, wake up! Mom is sorry, mom is too selfish..." A male student said: "Why are you crying! Take the child to the hospital!" The teacher stepped off the podium, walked over, and said with emotion, "This is too much! No, I'm not talking about you. I mean, I've wronged the child...Which classmate is going to hail a taxi?" Zhang Meng stood up, she ran down the stairs, ran out of the campus, and stopped a car on the road, the driver shook his head and refused to pull.Just as Zhang Meng was about to drive away, Zhang Meng pulled the door of the car. Some students came with the mother. The mother sat in the car with the child in her arms. The big guys stuffed the money into the mother's hand one by one, and the car drove away in the night. Zhang Meng stopped to watch, and after a long time, she found that there was no one else beside her—she was thinking about something and didn't go back to school.Turned around and went in the opposite direction...