My son wants to call a doctor for him.
Lu you stopped shaking his head and said, it's no use. Lu You has tears in his eyes. Lu you said, can miss be cured with medicine? My son doesn't understand.
Lu you's eyes looked at the northern sky and she didn't want to come back for a long time. My son understood it when he was very young. His father told him that his hometown was in the far north. Father has told him thousands of times with his eyes, hands and words.
Lu You continued to write his poems. He can't write any more. He vomited word by word and asked his son to remember word by word.
The son cried and advised his father not to write!
The son really wants to ask his father, can poetry go into battle to kill the enemy? Can poetry recover the great rivers and mountains in the north?
There is also a cold and realistic son who dare not tell his father that China people have long since stopped reading poetry. China people like singing and dancing, warm wind and drunkenness by the West Lake.
Lu you is still writing. Lu You said that he nourished his life with poetry and missed it with poetry. When he missed his hometown, he grabbed a handful of poems to satisfy his hunger.
Lu You said that poetry can keep his eyes bright.
Lu you wants his son to listen. Lu You's face was tense and solemn.
Liu Youhou, it is the earth that shakes mountains and horses. The sound of war! It was the Golden Man who attacked me, Song Cheng! Jin people have crossed the Yangtze River!
The son knows that his father is a reflection.
There is no sound of war there! Outside the Qingshan building outside the mountain, the sound of singing and dancing, orchestral music and bamboo coming from the West Lake is getting higher and higher. Warm wind singing and dancing, wine and meat, soaked the mountains and rivers of DaSong into a soft drunkenness.
But my son dare not say.
Lu You roared and told his son to fuck that guy quickly, and Jin Ren was killed. Poetry, like an arrow of revenge, flies from Lu Youkou. Lu You said that poetry can also resist and kill the enemy.
The son left his father.
A loud slap hit his son in the face. Liu Youhou, how can you be quiet in an emergency military situation?
My son is at a loss. Suddenly, Lu You suddenly jumped up. With a loud noise, an arrow column rushed out of the Lu Youkou, pierced the hut and shot directly into the northern sky.
That's my father's blood, which has flown to the northern sky. They slowly combined into a 28-word quatrain, hovering over the capital of song dynasty for a long time.
How can writing poetry kill people? My son was frightened.
The songs and dances on the other side of the West Lake are still continuous. Can you tell your father the good news when you are at home? Holding a bloody quatrain, my son was at a loss.
Reading questions:
1. How to understand "grasping a poem to quench your thirst" in Homesickness?
2.( 1) How do you understand that "the warm wind, singing, dancing, drinking and meat made the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty soft and drunk"?
The novel has described the songs and dances of the West Lake many times. What effect does this have on expressing Lu You's image?
3. Why do you say that "poetry can also resist and kill the enemy"?
"Holding that damn sonnet, my son is at a loss."
(1) Can you write this quatrain?
(2) Son, why?