Yu Yue studied classical poetry appreciation from Yu Yu. He likes elegant poetry, worships ancient customs, is quick-thinking, diligent and studious, and is not as good as his peers. In class, Yumei took out a few poems and paintings of the Tang Dynasty and showed them to all the students, taking corner sentences as a play. I'm at a loss when I see it. It can't be right. Only those who admire Yu meditate and talk back. Every time you say something, you will be admired.
I still remember a photo of the graceful Kremlin, a woman's slender waist and a new makeup of the Chu Palace. But she is independent, frowning, holding a round fan, standing upright on the railing, looking up at the green ghost, with the "Three Five" of western Western jackdaw, with a shadow, she is affectionate. If there was no winner, when Yu Yue saw it, he held his breath and thought for a while. Immediately, a clear voice said to him, "Jade is not as beautiful as western Western jackdaw, but it still bears the shadow of Zhaoyang." As soon as I heard it, I smiled at it with my eyes and started with my chin. Naturally, Yu Yue is different, and the love between teachers and students begins.
The eye-opening semester has passed, and Yu Yue is full of feelings, but the legacy he saw is colorful notes, which may have the vagueness of clouds and brocade, the long rhyme of cold plums, and the vivid picture of eight scenic spots in Guanzhong. I think offering Qin is beautiful, so I cherish it and hide it, thinking that it will not bear it.
Yu Yue devoted himself to studying, aiming high, then went to Fujian to study Japanese history at Fujian Normal University, and now he is studying for a doctorate. When I remember my farewell, I went to the classroom to say goodbye to Yu. I felt its feelings and recited it, thinking it was goodbye. Yue: "It's such a helpless stare/I can't find flowers to send to each other at the ferry/and then pin my blessings on my heart/and tomorrow/tomorrow is still far away." When I learned about all kinds of things before, I was very moved. Both of them choked up and cried several times, unable to speak. "I am very happy to know each other, and I am very sad to be separated." I knew it! Then he and Yu Yue stood hand in hand under the wisteria frame in front of Jingzhi Building, leaving a frame of light and shadow to commemorate the passing of one year.
For a long time, for comfort, I never forgot each other.
Willing to cultivate peaches and plums for the spring breeze.
Yesterday, Yu Yue wrote a book to express his admiration for children, and nine universities reported the news. The name is "Book in the Cloud, v. My Divorce Case". After a long time, I don't miss it, and I attach it to it to show my mind:
Mr. Wu:
The first time I met you, I was kicked out of the course selection system countless times, and finally it was difficult to click the confirm button.
I don't want to call you "you" because I respect you more than my long-lost friend.
Every week in the classroom, watching you explain a poem with passion, every eye contact with you is like a violent impact on the soul.
Thoughts are rippling, and I can't calm down for a long time.
I have never attended such a course. I am the freshest and most enthusiastic attempt to come to your class with heavy expectations. Later, I heard that it was your first time to hold this public election.
At that time, I liked sitting in the third row by the window, because you would come down for a walk from time to time. You like reading the last sentence of this poem. Let's look at the next sentence. My reaction finally caught your attention.
I still remember that one of your classes at that time was about reading pictures and guessing poems. In the picture, a woman bows her head and frowns, crows on the roof fly lonely and the sun sets.
I subconsciously read Wang Changling's words, which were not as beautiful as those in western Western jackdaw, but also had the shadow of Zhaoyang.
Then I saw your surprise and asked me, what's your name?
That was the first time you knew my name, and we really got to know each other.
You once said something in class. I wrote it down roughly after I went back, and then I read it carefully, which makes sense.
You said that because there are people who love traditional culture, China's traditional culture will never be broken and will last forever. You know, there has always been communication since ancient times, and there has always been great communication, just like poetry has always been associated with our present life and has a great connection. The language of poetry is very concise, which is the essence. I love ancient poetry for two reasons, one is to inherit our beautiful traditional culture, and the other is because reading poetry can broaden a person's spiritual realm, improve a person's way of thinking, and make life have various thoughts.
I take elective courses next semester in my junior year. You are always full of passion in your memory. You have a beautiful vision for the future of history, culture and classical poetry, and you are eager to spread this passion to us. However, there is always some silence in reality. Every time I meet someone who hasn't arrived, I always shake my head helplessly, but I still smile and look forward to the orderly arrival of the next class.
I am glad that there were 30 elective courses at that time, otherwise I might never meet such a good teacher again.
Fate has brought us together.
With the development of the curriculum, our tacit understanding in the classroom is getting deeper and deeper. Once you asked me if I had 1000 accumulated poems. I shook my head in surprise, and you asked me again, is there 500? I said I don't know. I don't have any confidence in my poetry accumulation, but I see your trusting eyes.
At that time, it was the beginning of the postgraduate review. It is your passion for poetry and history that kindles my inner flame. I hope I can follow your example and bravely pursue what I love and explore their secrets in depth. Yes, you have strengthened my idea of taking the history exam. In my life, there has been another guiding light since then.
The final term is coming soon, and the exam topic you gave us is "Open its first cold flower?" . It was the summer heat in June, and this topic was nothing more than stimulating our spatial imagination of poetry. At that time, you said that writing 300 was enough. Continue to write 1000 at my desk late at night, anxiously waiting for the result. When I finally saw 94 points, my heart was filled with joy, because I got your affirmation.
As far as I can remember, you are always so patient, and the amount of poetry is beyond the average level of ordinary people. You always have your own unique views on poetry reading. These fall into my eyes and shape you into a person who can see from a distance but can't communicate at close range. At that time, with admiration, I dared not have much communication with you. I carefully photographed some landscapes and poems and printed them for you. You said you liked them very much. I am very happy, too. It seems that I am a favorite behind the teacher, but I am also very happy to be behind such an excellent person.
Half a year passed in an instant, and I was admitted to the graduate school. The encouragement you have been giving me during this period has not been forgotten by my classmates.
I came to the familiar class again this afternoon. Things have changed. It's time to leave.
You deliberately set aside half a class for me to read a poem. You introduced me to this year's students, saying that in your mind, I am a very excellent student, ranking second among the students you know in terms of the accumulation of poetry. I'm not interested in how to be the first, but I'm touched by your comment, which I never thought of. All along, I'm just a little shrimp who doesn't know much about reading, and you dragged me into the professional hall of this course, which also inspired me to develop in a better direction.
After reading it, you stood up and walked up to me and said, you also have a poem for me. Read slowly.
At that time, I didn't notice the content of the poem at all, because I actually saw your eyes red, tears falling from your eyes and your voice trembling.
I didn't realize until today that two people who don't communicate much have established an inseparable emotion and connection.
The poem you read is called ferry, so let's take it as our parting poem.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find it near the ferry.
Farewell flowers
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
Tomorrow, tomorrow is another world.
Mr Wu.
After the Ming Dynasty, love and blue waves grew.
I wish people a long time, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Student Huang
Your respect/sincerity